{ a/n- 1. I really like writing one shots based off videos but I won't do it too much because you know, originality. 2. I also like writing authors notes but I know it's annoying. 3. This is based off the episode of Not Too Deep with Chester m'kay }
Grace's POV
I try my best to explain the game to Chester without stumbling over my words or going completely red in the face. My heart is racing and I can feel my breathing getting funny, but not in the panicky way. In an excited way, like I'm anticipating something.
"So we load the guns Hunger Games style," I continue.
"What does that mean?" Chester asks with a laugh.
"When I say go we run and load the guns." I try to say calmly, but inside I'm freaking out.
"How is this like the cinnamon challenge?" Chester remarks.
I laugh at that, a nervous laugh that doesn't sound like my own. Chester and I move to put on the baby slings, and I realize I can't figure out the buckle. I mutter a string of swear words at my idiocy and Chester comes over to help me fix it.
"I never thought I'd be having this issue." I mumble.
"What issue?" Chester says with a laugh.
"Putting on a baby carrier." I reply.
We go to our opposite sides of the room and I begin the countdown. When I've said go, we both race to grab the guns. I fumble over mine, my nervousness mixing with my competitiveness and making me rush. Chester shoots me and I run out of the way. I shoot him and then he moves his baby up over his face and I shoot that by accident. He goes to shoot and it looks like he's about to hit my baby and I forget about the game, forget he'll loose points by hitting the doll, and go into maternal mode. I turn away from him and wrap my arms around the baby to protect it and the dart hits me in the back.
"No!" I shout, turning and shooting Chester. "That hit your hand that counts."
Chester shoots again and hits me directly on the forehead.
"Okay I'm sorry," Chester immediately apologizes, rushing over to see if I'm alright. "I hit you right in the face."
I laugh a little and run to the other side of the room, shooting as I go.
"Whoa, I got you in the dick!" I yell with a laugh as Chester hits me one final time. "You win!"
"I don't know if I accomplished my strategy," he starts. "but I'm pretty sure I got you to hit my baby right off the bat."
"Yeah because you were like 'shoot it, shoot it!'" I reply, mimicking him sacrificing the doll. "Meanwhile I went into maternal mode and was like 'no!'"
"Grace was trying to play mom to her doll." I hear Mamrie say from afar.
I just awkwardly force a laugh and try to avoid Chester's eyes. He catches my gaze just before my eyes drop, making me blush a deep scarlet.
"Thank you Chester for being here on Not Too Deep." I say, trying to wrap things up before they can get any more cringe worthy.
