Creators Camp

How does a summer camp with your internet best friend and favourite YouTuber sound? What about having your whole past written in direct messages to that YouTuber with an abandoned Twitter account? What about having a past that could tear you away from the life you dream of living? It doesn't seem so easy anymore, does it?


2. Part 1.

I watched as Connor came out of his cabin, a slight bounce in his step.

"Somebody's excited." Carrie muttered.

My radar of extreme positivity that it's slightly concerning is raising the alarm bells non stop.

Now that's saying something.

"Hey guys! Welcome to Creators Camp!" He smiled happily and clapped his hands together.

An applause broke out from the small group of campers in front of us.

I looked over at Carrie and shrugged as we lightly joined in, only clapping twice really quietly.

"I really hope I don't catch his excitement." I whispered.

All the other girls; which is a point in itself might I add.

No guys came.

It's only girls.

Hmm... weird.

The other girls were a mixture of smiling from ear to ear or having a shaking body frame from the one and only Connor Franta standing in front of them.

"So I'll be looking after you this week, if you have any questions or need anything in general come and find me, my cabin is right there obviously." He pointed back to his lonely cabin, "So this week is going to a whole lot of fun where you'll get to make new friends, create memories and..."

He went into a long speech of what the week would entail and the 'amazing experiences' we get to be apart of.

Me only tuning in at the mention of free time; a girl has YouTube videos to watch, an anonymous twitter account to manage and books to read.

"Okay so does anybody have any questions before we begin?"

Um, yeah I have a question.

Could you maybe dm what you just said? I wasn't actually listening.

I looked over at Carrie, hoping she at least had some idea on the information I just missed.

I guess not though, she's to busy investigating her finger nails.

"Are you contagious?" She muttered only loud enough or me to hear.

She looked up at me and we both instantly burst into laughter.

We shielded our faces in hopes that Connor won't notice our fits of giggles.

"What was that?" He asked.

Everyone turned to face us and our faces went completely red.

I looked up to make sure he was in fact talking to us and there wasn't somebody behind us that made a comment that caught his attention.

"Yes I mean you common culture girl." He made reference to beanie I was wearing.

I ripped it off my head in embarrassment.

"We're waiting for you to repeat your question." He stated tapping his foot impatiently.

"I-it was nothing Sir." She stuttered out before laughing again a she called him Sir.

"Well whatever it as it must of been pretty funny Ma'am."

We both looked at each other again, our laughter increasing.

He rolled his eyes as everybody seemed to just go their separate ways.

"I'm waiting."


"You to share the joke with me."

"There's no joke honest." Carrie made a crossing motion over her heart which just added to my laughing fit.

"Riiight well whatever drug you guys are on do you mind assuring me that it is in fact legal?"

"Oh yes it's called life!" Carrie nodded violently.

"Or your positivity which I don't know it's legal... something tells me it's not." I mumbled.

Carrie clearly heard me, because she started laughing even harder.

He rolled his eyes and went to walk away before turning back with a smile on his face.

"Nice sweatshirts."

I looked at our matching common culture sweatshirts as he walked away, still bouncing with every step.

"Nice sweatshirts." I mocked with a fake American accent.

We both started to laugh again.

Maybe this camp isn't going to be exactly what he imagined...


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