- probably will become fem!reader x toby, however it’s pretty gender neutral
- No warnings yet!!
Are you sure this is the best idea?” I asked.
In all honesty, ever since they finalized plans to go camping for the week, I felt a little nervous.
Not only had I never been camping, but for the past three weeks, I'd been noticing strange, unexplainable things in our town. I'd made eye contact with someone across the street only for them to disappear into thin air as a bus drove by, I'd lose track of items I use in my day-to-day life and then find them the next day in completely different spaces to where I'd seen it previously, i’d randomly feel my heart race and my vision go foggy, (although that may be result of my low iron and caffeine addiction) but things were weird. And to add to my paranoia, I had almost seen a Raven every day, which everyone knows is a common bad omen. Now, I wouldn't call myself superstitious necessarily, but I am anxious, so it's pretty much the same thing.
“Yes, Quin, don't worry, we're just going camping,” her friend Izora reassured her from the passenger seat.
“I know you've been wiggin out because the... things, but it's all a coincidence,” she added.
“Yeah, Quinnie, we’ve been planning this for ages, don't chicken out now,” Marline, the girl behind the wheel, added.
“Yeah, you're right, you're right.” I agreed, ignoring the feeling in my gut as they drove deeper into the forest.
About an hour into the road trip, the girl next to me in the backseat, named Scarlett, said, “Guys, can we stop sometime soon? I have to pee, and I'm hungry.”
“Yeah, sure, it says there's a gas station in like ten minutes, so” Marline answered.
“How much longer do we have anyway?” I ask, stretching my arms above my head as much as I can in the car.
“Like two hours?”
I groan in response.
“Guys, remember I have to pee,” Scarlett added. “Scar, please don't piss your pants,” Izora begged in a playful tone.
“Ugh, dammit, there goes my plans,” She retorted with a shrug. The four girls chuckle, turning up the volume on the music playing.
Approximately ten minutes later, they pull into the gas station, each girl stretching her arms and legs as they exit the car.
“ ‘Bout time,” I yawn as we enter the gas station, walking through the aisles, picking out what we want.
I decide on a Diet Coke and a bar of chocolate, opting for the safe choice. My three friends check out with their selected items, and we make our way back to the car, preparing for the home stretch.
I rested my head on the window of our Toyota and rested my eyes as I listened to the conversation between my friend as The Cure- our favorite band- played softly from the radio. It was 5 pm, and the late October sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow in the woods of our town.
As we drive deeper into the woods to our campsite, something catches my eye; It seems like a shadow between a multitude of trees. The dark figure pulls me out of my daydream. I blink while trying to coax my brain to think rationally and not assume the worst. I consider bringing it up to my friends, however, Im not exactly keen on them accusing me of being crazy or bringing the mood down. So, I decided to tuck it into my memory.
Soon, we reach our destination: Willow Pond camping site, Kentwood, Oregon. Since my dad and I moved 5 years ago, I’ve been scouring for interesting things to satiate the hole in my heart. However, in this dull town, the closest thing my friends and I ever got was searching for geocaches and exploring anything anomalous. I guess that's what brought us all together in the first place, the fact that we’re all trying to find where we fit in the jig-saw puzzle of life.
“Scarlett, can you grab that corner please?” Marline asked the girl who was currently foolishly unboxing the food first.
“Yeah, we don't want the food to go bad or something Izora added. “Oh, Quinn, could you go gather some fire fuel while we set up base?” she asked. I nodded as I departed from the three girls currently assembling our tent, half haphazardly with a flashlight.
Zipping my Green jacket up, I set out into the woods with my flashlight.
While trekking through leaves and sticks, I jump at the sound of a crack nearby, only to realize it was a falling acorn from a clumsy squirrel.
“Dumbass squirrel…” I mutter to myself, “I hate squirrels.” I complain in an attempt to lower my heart rate. Not only am I afraid of the dark, but rabies is also no joke.
Suddenly, it feels like the ground beneath me has been pulled away, similar to a rug in a magician's act. My sticks and twigs go flying as my elbows and chest come into contact with the forest floor.
“ !%$@#HAQ!!@??!)!(“ I curse along with other expletives as I slowly sit back on my heels, adjusting my round wire-frame glasses on my face, eyebrows furrowing as I try to focus on a fast-moving shadow in the distance after it flickered past the light of my flashlight. I stare at the space a moment longer before blaming it on my unstable eyesight, promptly collecting my scattered fire fuel as I stand up.
I make it back to the campsite in one piece eventually, only slightly emotionally scarred (except for my poor elbows and knees).
“Quinn ‘bout time!!” Scarlett exclaimed, “Quinn, that took you a while. Did you get lost or something??” Izora chimed in with a chuckle.
“Thank you, guys, for your concern, but I just wanted to make sure I found the BEST quality fuel for our fire, nothing but the best for you all,” I reply as I set the sticks down, bending to Scarlett's level to prepare the fire. Times like these, we all thank her crunchy mom for enrolling her in Girl Scouts. My reply is a little cheesy, overcompensating for the fact that I managed to trip over air, and also the fact that I was procrastinating the search due to my fear of the dark.
Soon, our makeshift fire blazes, casting shadows on our faces as well as shadows in the trees. We roast sausages and make craft mac-and-cheese for dinner before enjoying a multitude of sticky marshmallows for dessert.
Before we settle in for the night, we spend time just talking and enjoying each other's presence. A bittersweet ache settles in my stomach as I listen to my friends laugh and talk, and a small smile stretches sadly across my lips as I think about the temporality of the moment, how soon this will be a memory.
I fall asleep that night curled up in my sleeping bag beside my friends. I feel content and calm as distant wolves howl from a safe distance, the wind coos us to sleep, and the occasional owl hooting in nature's choir. Moonlight sparkles on Willow Pond peacefully; however, a deep rumbling from the Earth's core indicates unrest.
- Probably will end up being Toby x fem! reader (mostly gender neutral tho)
- first chapter so no warnings yet 🙏
“ Are you sure this is the best idea?” I asked.
In all honesty, ever since they finalized plans to go camping for the week, I felt a little nervous.
Not only had I never been camping, but for the past three weeks, I'd been noticing strange, unexplainable things in our town. I'd made eye contact with someone across the street only for them to disappear into thin air as a bus drove by, I'd lose track of items I use in my day-to-day life and then find them the next day in completely different spaces to where I'd seen it previously, i’d randomly feel my heart race and my vision go foggy, (although that may be result of my low iron and caffeine addiction) but things were weird. And to add to my paranoia, I had almost seen a Raven every day, which everyone knows is a common bad omen. Now, I wouldn't call myself superstitious necessarily, but I am anxious, so it's pretty much the same thing.
“Yes, Quin, don't worry, we're just going camping,” her friend Izora reassured her from the passenger seat.
“I know you've been wiggin out because the... things, but it's all a coincidence,” she added.
“Yeah, Quinnie, we’ve been planning this for ages, don't chicken out now,” Marline, the girl behind the wheel, added.
“Yeah, you're right, you're right.” I agreed, ignoring the feeling in my gut as they drove deeper into the forest.
About an hour into the road trip, the girl next to me in the backseat, named Scarlett, said, “Guys, can we stop sometime soon? I have to pee, and I'm hungry.”
“Yeah, sure, it says there's a gas station in like ten minutes, so” Marline answered.
“How much longer do we have anyway?” I ask, stretching my arms above my head as much as I can in the car.
“Like two hours?”
I groan in response.
“Guys, remember I have to pee,” Scarlett added. “Scar, please don't piss your pants,” Izora begged in a playful tone.
“Ugh, dammit, there goes my plans,” She retorted with a shrug. The four girls chuckle, turning up the volume on the music playing.
Approximately ten minutes later, they pull into the gas station, each girl stretching her arms and legs as they exit the car.
“ ‘Bout time,” I yawn as we enter the gas station, walking through the aisles, picking out what we want.
I decide on a Diet Coke and a bar of chocolate, opting for the safe choice. My three friends check out with their selected items, and we make our way back to the car, preparing for the home stretch.
I rested my head on the window of our Toyota and rested my eyes as I listened to the conversation between my friend as The Cure- our favorite band- played softly from the radio. It was 5 pm, and the late October sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow in the woods of our town.
As we drive deeper into the woods to our campsite, something catches my eye; It seems like a shadow between a multitude of trees. The dark figure pulls me out of my daydream. I blink while trying to coax my brain to think rationally and not assume the worst. I consider bringing it up to my friends, however, Im not exactly keen on them accusing me of being crazy or bringing the mood down. So, I decided to tuck it into my memory.
Soon, we reach our destination: Willow Pond camping site, Kentwood, Oregon. Since my dad and I moved 5 years ago, I’ve been scouring for interesting things to satiate the hole in my heart. However, in this dull town, the closest thing my friends and I ever got was searching for geocaches and exploring anything anomalous. I guess that's what brought us all together in the first place, the fact that we’re all trying to find where we fit in the jig-saw puzzle of life.
“Scarlett, can you grab that corner please?” Marline asked the girl who was currently foolishly unboxing the food first.
“Yeah, we don't want the food to go bad or something Izora added. “Oh, Quinn, could you go gather some fire fuel while we set up base?” she asked. I nodded as I departed from the three girls currently assembling our tent, half haphazardly with a flashlight.
Zipping my Green jacket up, I set out into the woods with my flashlight.
While trekking through leaves and sticks, I jump at the sound of a crack nearby, only to realize it was a falling acorn from a clumsy squirrel.
“Dumbass squirrel…” I mutter to myself, “I hate squirrels.” I complain in an attempt to lower my heart rate. Not only am I afraid of the dark, but rabies is also no joke.
Suddenly, it feels like the ground beneath me has been pulled away, similar to a rug in a magician's act. My sticks and twigs go flying as my elbows and chest come into contact with the forest floor.
“ !%$@#HAQ!!@??!)!(“ I curse along with other expletives as I slowly sit back on my heels, adjusting my round wire-frame glasses on my face, eyebrows furrowing as I try to focus on a fast-moving shadow in the distance after it flickered past the light of my flashlight. I stare at the space a moment longer before blaming it on my unstable eyesight, promptly collecting my scattered fire fuel as I stand up.
I make it back to the campsite in one piece eventually, only slightly emotionally scarred (except for my poor elbows and knees).
“Quinn ‘bout time!!” Scarlett exclaimed, “Quinn, that took you a while. Did you get lost or something??” Izora chimed in with a chuckle.
“Thank you, guys, for your concern, but I just wanted to make sure I found the BEST quality fuel for our fire, nothing but the best for you all,” I reply as I set the sticks down, bending to Scarlett's level to prepare the fire. Times like these, we all thank her crunchy mom for enrolling her in Girl Scouts. My reply is a little cheesy, overcompensating for the fact that I managed to trip over air, and also the fact that I was procrastinating the search due to my fear of the dark.
Soon, our makeshift fire blazes, casting shadows on our faces as well as shadows in the trees. We roast sausages and make craft mac-and-cheese for dinner before enjoying a multitude of sticky marshmallows for dessert.
Before we settle in for the night, we spend time just talking and enjoying each other's presence. A bittersweet ache settles in my stomach as I listen to my friends laugh and talk, and a small smile stretches sadly across my lips as I think about the temporality of the moment, how soon this will be a memory.
I fall asleep that night curled up in my sleeping bag beside my friends. I feel content and calm as distant wolves howl from a safe distance, the wind coos us to sleep, and the occasional owl hooting in nature's choir. Moonlight sparkles on Willow Pond peacefully; however, a deep rumbling from the Earth's core indicates unrest.
Art is like magic to me, all forms of it. Writing, painting, music, playing and listening to it. It connects to my soul on a level deeper than the surface. It connects with me on a level deeper than i understand than myself.
Over the past years, I think I've become so sentimental due to my mom's sickness. For instance, I miss my cat so much because he was something that had been with me since my childhood, when everything else had changed drastically. Now that he's dead, it's harder. I have my other cats, so it's okay, but I miss him every day,
Writing about my struggles for all my college applications has felt like continuously opening a wound, and watching it ooze over and over again, but what's weird is that adult strangers will read how I've poured my heart out without seeing my face. If anything, im just another application to them, and that's what's scary.
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