[Fiction] ★ Camp getDare.

[BettyBoop]

I have absolutely no plan when it comes to where this story is going so I'll just apologise in advance. I'm probably going to make some characters up to, to keep from insulting anyone.

Chapter One.

I danced around my bedroom randomly pulling clothes from my wardrobe and throwing them on my bed; hangers flew out and hit my fluffy rug bouncing about my feet. I skipped around the obstacles I’d produced until my iPod shuffle brought up a song from The Rocky Horror Glee Show.
“Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty. Thrill me chill me fulfil me. Creature of the night.” I sang as loudly as I could until I heard my brother shout a few very rude words in my direction, I turned back to the mess I’d made. I hated packing, but I figured at some point at camp I’d need clothes and I liked those. I rifled through the pile of clothes on my bed digging out a few pairs of jeans, I flung them at the general area where my suitcase sat. I also flung some socks, t-shirts and skirts.
I turned around, hoping to see it perfectly packed. Instead I saw my lonely red suitcase surrounded by clothes and with one of my little brothers socks in it.
“Ugh” I sighed. “I hate packing”.
I decided to take a break from all of the ‘hard work’ I was convincing myself I’d done. I opened up my laptop, and tapped my fingers on the desk impatiently as it loaded doing the can-can with my fingers. I hummed the tune until my laptop finally decided to cooperate. Google Chrome: opened. I clicked the first box under my most visited sites, getDare.com, I didn’t forget the /bbs. It always made me think of boobs.
“Knock knock” Liam, my brilliant boyfriend popped his head around my door. He was dressed incredibly casual compared to his usual fashion, it reminded me of the long journey we were about to take.
I grinned and gave him a big hug, well it was big for me; but seeing as he is both bigger and taller than me it wasn’t too big. He leaned in to kiss me but then looked over my head before I could touch my lips with his.
“You haven’t packed” he said in that tone of voice, raising his eyebrows and making me feel like a child who'd been caught breaking the rules at school.
“I’m getting there, I’ve been working hard” I looked down, hiding my lies.
He kissed me but only for seconds before slipping off, folding the jeans I’d chucked on the floor and placing then neatly in my open suitcase.

He helped me pack my suitcase and get rid of unnecessary items such as the 7 bikinis in various colours and patterns I’d tried to stuff in.
“Thanks” I said as I sat on my suitcase to keep it down as Liam zipped in shut.
“You may have over-packed” He eyed my suitcase which looked just about ready to burst.
“Better to over-pack than under-pack” I patted him on the arm while dashing to my sofa. I jumped into the squishy pile of un-matching cushions.
Liam slid behind me, his movement and my many pillows almost caused me to fall, face first onto the floor.
“Oh sorry, I underestimated the overwhelming power of my thrust” He pulled me back up by my elbow.
“Stop” I laughed and put my hand over his mouth. I pulled it away before he licked my palm or tried some other generally gross thing. I rolled away from him to check my laptop I’d forgotten about. Logging on to the orangey forum and saw a few notifications. I decided I’d check them at some point and I clicked to see the blogs.
Audio Blogs seemed to be a hot topic recently, I didn’t mind one bit I myself enjoyed putting voices to usernames just as much as putting faces to them. I pressed play on LilAngel’s AUDIOBLOG TWO and went to make sure I had my phone and iPod safely tucked in the bag I was carrying on my journey. I slipped my phone into my pocket and then froze as I heard odd moaning, panting noises coming from my laptop and some whispered words about a bra.
I launched myself at my laptop and muted whatever that was before one of my nosey family members casually strolled past my bedroom door for the fourth time in five minutes.
“Just an audio blog on getDare” I giggled a little at Liam who had moved to stand behind me at my desk chair.
“That website sounds less normal every time I hear about it” He grinned.
On some level I agreed, but there’s nothing much wrong with abnormal in some cases. I tried to think of other good abnormal things, my forehead creasing.
“You like it though so it can’t be bad. Hmmm, we better go” He grabbed my bags and we dashed downstairs.



The car pulled up the bumpiest path I’d ever been on. I jiggled around until I felt like my insides were twisted. We passed a large wooden sign with Camp getDare painted across it in big orange letters. I wondered if I was dreaming, again... I decided whether I was or not I no longer cared. Dream or not, this looked like fun.