Imagine Type: cute
Warnings: none (I don't think)
Status: Y/n and Chris are together.
Y/n's P.O.V
"Hey guys so today in this week's video we are going to be camping in our living room once again but this time we have Y/n with us so we're making it a competition." Nick says to the camera. "We're going to be in teams of two. Matt and I are a team and Y/n and Chris are a team."
"We're going to dominate." Chris says with a smirk on his face.
"First challenge is setting up these fucking tents." Matt says dropping the mangled up tents in front of us.
"What happened to them?" Nick asks.
"I... I don't know." Matt says.
I squat down and inspect the tents.
"Okay well tents don't just magical get fucked up like that." Chris says.
I sit down and start to untangle all the ropes. The boys continue to argue as I separate each tent. It doesn't take no time and I have them separated.
"There we go." I said softly.
They all look down at the floor and notice I have the tents, and ropes split apart.
"At least one of us is trying to be productive." Chris says grabbing our tent. "Come on Y/n. Let's leave these rookies in the dust."
Chris and I begin to set up our tent as Matt and Nick do the same. Just then I hear a snap from Matt and Nick's side.
"Fuck." Nick says holding a now broken support rod.
"Here." I said handing him a piece of duct tape.
"Y/n you can't be helping the competition." Chris tells me, joking.
I just stare at him cause he knows what happens if someone tries to let me what to do.
"I'll shut up." Chris says going back to tying the knot.
"Smartest decision you'll ever make in your life." I said finishing up my knot.
Some time later we finally get the tents set up.
"That took way longer than it should have." Nick says out of breath.
"The hardest part's out of the way. I'm hungry." Chris said putting his hands on his hips.
"Lets cook some hotdogs." Matt says. "Y/n do you care to grab them?"
I nod before reaching done into the cooler and grabbing the package of hotdogs. Matt and I cooked the hotdogs and placed them on a tray with the buns.
We brought them over to Chris and Nick then joined them in the floor.
"Babe pass me the mustard." Chris says.
I took a bite out of my hotdog, waiting for Nick to get done using the mustard so I could give it to Chris.
"Wow, fucking ignore me then." Chris says throwing an arm up.
"Nick is using it, stupid." I said not in the mood for his attitude. "Wait your turn."
"Get him Y/n." Nick said handing me the mustard.
"Here. Inpatient ass." I said, before taking another bite of my hotdog.
"I know I asked this question last video but Y/n wasn't there so I'm gonna to ask it again. What's your favorite summer time activity?" Matt says.
"Still probably fucking bitches." Nick says sitting back in his seat.
We all giggle.
"Probably playing Bad Minton." I said. "Throw in some headphones and you'll be in a different world."
"Oh my god. We should do that." Nick says.
"I'm down." I said.
"Next challenge is which team can make the best s'mores." Nick said getting the ingredients to make them.
"Don't worry guys. Chris is under supervision so there won't be a incident like last time." I said, with a smile.
"You wasn't even there." Chris say.
"I know." I shrugged.
We all start roasting some marshmallows when we hear a thud coming from down the hall. We all then look at each other in confusion.
"What the fuck was that?" Nick says looking down the hall.
I get up and start to head towards where the thud came from. I walk around the hall, enter the bathroom to see the shelf that Chris put up earlier, hanging half way off the wall and everything he put on it scattered on the floor.
I walk back out, closing the door behind me and waking back to the kitchen.
"What was it?" Matt asked as I sit down in the floor.
"The shelf that Chris put up earlier, you know the one I told you you needed screws for and not fucking duck tape." I said looking over at Chris.
"Hey!... it stayed up longer than I thought it would." Chris tries to defend.
Nick yawns obnoxiously as he stretches.
"I'm ready for bed." He says.
"Me too. It's passed my bedtime." I said.
"Woman, it's... fucking 8:23 pm." Chris says looking at the time on his phone.
"I'm an old hag, what do ya want." I said stretching my arms.
I crawl under mine and Chris's tent and wiggle into my sleeping bag.
"Wait are we actually sleeping down here?" I hear Nick ask as I lay my head down on my pillow.
"Yes." Matt says as I hear him riffle into his sleeping bag.
I close my eyes until I feel a arm wrap around my waist. I glance over my shoulder and see Chris who nozzles his face into my neck.
"Good night." Chris yawns.
"Now who's tired?" I tease.
"Whatever." He says.
