(A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing! I'll give you all a big cyber cookie [hands giant cookies to everyone who read/reviewed] Btw, I think you're gonna start to see why the story is titled "A Bad Idea" in the coming chapters. Oh, and I've really been obsessed with the show "Finding Bigfoot" lately, and I have got to thank the Fine Brothers for writing in the fact that Indie wants a pet Bigfoot into the show. It gives me a chance to write some Bigfoot related stuff. :D
paulibuscus: Gaaaaaah I was thinking people would overlook that but look at you! XD (It's cool, so do I xD) Ok, I'll try, I will... Just it can't really be this chapter, but I think the next one. (NOOOOOOO NOT AN ARMY OF UNICORNNSSSSSSS!)
XD Lol, thank you :D
TheGirlWithTheGreenLightSaber: Yes! Camping! Good! Camping! Yaaah! Exclamation point overload FTW! Just! Like! Your Avatar! FTW!
imcrazyandiknowit: OMG I LOE YOUR AVATAR 3 And I will be sure to tell the MyMusic Bigfoot your Bigfoot said hello.
([MyMusic Bigfoot walks in]
Me: Oh, hey, man, imcrazyandiknowit's pet Bigfoot says hi.
MyMusic Bigfoot:...[waves]
Me: He says "hi" to both you and your pet Bigfoot.)
Anyways. YOU'RE THE WRITER OF THAT STORY? OH MY GOSH! I had to dig really deep (like, so deep I actually had to type in "MyMusicShow" on the search bar on Quotev. -.- XD) in order to find it. I was wondering, I looked at it on my iPod and it said there were four pages, and it only comes up with the first one, so are there more or am I in need of glasses or something? o.0
HappyAssassin: There will definitely be more on Erik in this chapter, so don't worry. I'm glad you like my story :D
Alex: You don't, I think it's weird too, but I knew Scene would be like "CAN I SHARE WITH INDIE?" and if her character wouldn't be like that I would've had the Scene and Throwback sharing a tent instead of having it being mixed. But, Throwback has a certain fear, and she would NOT wanna share a tent with a guy who likes rap music, so her only choice is... DUN DUN DUN... Metal. o.o Thus creating an awkward tent situation! :D)
A FEW MINUTES LATER
I had managed to drag Erik with me to the staff room and have everyone stare at him and then at me.
"Who's he?" Idol asked, eyeing him. 'Oh, Idol, he's taken, sorry. Besides, aren't you going to make a move on the camera guy? He seems to be really into you.' I thought.
"This is my best guy friend ever, Erik. Known him since 6th grade. He tripped over my backpack and went flying into the trashcan one day, and I had to pull him out of there before the rest of the class walked in. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he flew through the air!" I started laughing as Erik looked down, embarrassed.
"It wasn't that bad," he said, looking back up after a few minutes. Suddenly Scene squealed and said,
"Oh my gosh! You're Erik Kingsley of KingsOfSeattle! I love your YouTube show!" She started jumping around and, you guessed it... Fangirling.
Erik broke into a grin and nodded. "Yup, that's me. I'm a huge fan of the stuff you guys do here."
I leaned on his shoulder with my elbow. "He totally fanboys every time a new episode comes out." I rolled my eyes as he shook me off and lightly punched me.
"I do not. You're the one who freaked out when you got a comment reply from Jar—" he started talking but Idol cut him off.
"Oh my gosh! You are Erik from KingsOfSeattle!" she said with disbelief. "Where are your brothers? Are they here?" She looked out the door hopefully.
You see, when Erik and his two older brothers, Garret and Matthew, started a YouTube channel back in 2008, they got famous over the course of about 6 months, and they've gotten up to being in the top 10 most subscribed channels of all time. They do sketches, parodies, and sometimes music video things. But, when you start a channel, and you are of the male gender, and you get big on YouTube, and there happen to be three of you in the channel, you have fangirls that have favorites. It turns out that the apparent "hotness scale" for KingsOfSeattle starts with Garret at the top, Matthew in the middle, and poor nerdy-looking Erik on the bottom. In my opinion, Garret looks a little too much like Liam Hemsworth, and Matthew looks kind of like Owen Wilson. Erik gets the short end of the stick. He has mousy brown hair, a long face, grey eyes that are sometimes hinting that they are really blue, and he has to wear glasses because contacts just don't work with him. He complained to me once that they made his eyes itch. However, there are times where he'll put on these rectangular black glasses and gel his hair up in the front to make himself look like the Tenth Doctor, and the fangirls think that he's cute that way. However, the majority of them think Garret is the hottest thing out there (I beg to differ; they forgot David Tennant is alive,) and they have formed teams, almost exactly like the Twilight and Hunger Games teams. It's kind of sickening to me.
"Um, no, my brothers stayed in Seattle. I'm just in town for a few days because I'm doing a collaboration with Shane Dawson." Erik's voice brought me out of my little rant in my head.
Indie was ignoring everything, but Metal was actually looking kind of nervous, and Idol and Scene were fangirling. Scene more than Idol, though, because I suspected Idol was a Garret or Matthew fan more than an Erik one.
"Really? No one mentioned anything about a collab between you two," Scene said.
"We've been keeping it kinda low-key. Promise you won't tell anyone?" Erik made eye contact with everyone in the room. Idol and Scene nodded, Metal shrugged and said he didn't care anyways, and Indie said YouTube was too mainstream for him.
I walked over to the refrigerator and got out my salad, which I was going to keep right by my side until I ate it. There was no way I was missing my chicken salad today.
Indie had walked out to go eat his kale and drink his kombucha in the reclusiveness of his office, and Idol and Scene were showering Erik with questions. I kinda wanted to catch up with him, but I just let them talk to him. He needs female attention, even if he does have Jennica.
I sort of stood awkwardly in the corner and ate my salad, patiently waiting for Idol and Scene to grow bored of talking to Erik. Metal came over and started talking to me.
"So, is he like your boyfriend or something?" he asked, leaning against the wall and looking down at me.
I frowned and picked at my salad. "Nope. No way. He has a girlfriend."
"Oh." Metal looked at Erik and then sort of laughed. I looked up at him, still frowning.
"What's funny?" I asked. He glanced back at me.
"Is his girlfriend hot?" Metal asked. I would've facepalmed, but I was doing a lot of that lately and I actually was trying to hold my salad.
"Um, yeah, I guess. She was really popular when we were in high school." I cringed at the memories. I didn't like admitting it, but she was very, very pretty. She had always been like that. Popular, pretty, had all the boys running after her like dogs... But she only had eyes for Erik for some reason. After abit of coaxing from me, he asked her out, and I actually ended up hanging out with her a few times. She's kind of flaky, but generally nice. She just is a little weird. See, she only listens to bluegrass music. Now, I know it says a lot about a person to be able to listen to bluegrass music in general, but to be pretty and popular was a massive achievement.
I was almost always the opposite of her. Sure, people tell me I'm cute, and I guess I am (I don't want to sound egotistic, so I don't say that often,) but I was the girl at the back of the classroom who was never up to date with the right clothes or music or even hair. For the majority of high school, I had my hair in a bob cut and slightly puffed up in the back, with one headband or another. I didn't wear tight clothing until my senior year, when I actually had a crush on a guy and we ended up dating. That didn't last, but I won't bore you with my relationship disasters. I used to always wear tie-dye and either flared, bellbottom, or capri style pants. I had some tennis shoes that were actually pretty normal looking. I also used to wear these fake glasses that were the same style as the kind John Lennon wore.
Erik and I were pretty good friends, and he tolerated me through my phase of complete and total Beatles obsession. They were pretty much my life for an entire year until I found a few other "old" bands and was able to successfully get into other things and not be so tied to the Beatles.
While I was reminiscing in old memories, I didn't notice Metal was sort of watching me until my phone started ringing and I snapped out of my daze. I put my salad down on the counter and puled the phone out of my pocket. It was Charlie. I quickly answered it.
"You know I'm at work," I said.
"Then why don't you have your phone off?" she retorted, laughing. "Anyways, I was just calling to tell you that Zeke had to cancel our date because his sister swallowed on of her Barbie accessories or something and they had to rush her to the hospital." Oh. Ouch.
"Oh, ok. That's fine," I said. "So you'll be home by the time I get there?"
"Yeah. Now get back to work, 'kay? See ya," she said.
"Bye." And I hung up. That was when I noticed Metal was sort of trying to stare at me without really staring at me. That was a horrible sentence, but that's the only way I can explain it.
"Was that Charlie?" he asked. I nodded and reached for my salad, only to find it had disappeared. Again.
"What the heck? Where is my salad?" I looked around, confused.
"Kat—I mean Throwback? Are you ok?" Erik asked. I looked up and noticed Idol and Scene had let him be.
I shook my head and sighed. "My salads keep disappearing."
He laughed. "What?"
"I keep losing my salads!" I said again. He gave me a weird look and then shook his head.
"Um, ok... Look, how long do you have left for lunch?" he asked. I looked around for a clock and in looking for it I noticed Metal was sort of giving Erik the evil eye. 'Why is that? Hm, oh well...'
Looking at the clock, I answered, "Uh, 15 minutes or so, I guess."
Erik nodded. "Ok. Wanna go grab something from Starbucks or whatever? You probably need something else to eat, and you honestly look like you didn't sleep last night."
I frowned and touched my face self-consciously. "Really? Well, I guess I did sort of stay up too late... But yeah. Let's go to Starbucks!" I did a little fist-pump and laughed. Erik laughed with me and we started to walk out.
I turned slightly and said, "See you later," to Metal, who was now looking a little depressed.
I wonder why that is...
