Bitching
You walk in your room and throw your backpack on the ground. You weakly stumble to your bed and like a rag doll you drop yourself on your bed. You groan in your pillow. Stupid school. Mr. Armitage, your Math teacher, had given you a pile of homework that you had to finish before the end of the week. You sigh tired and roll yourself out of your bed. With a loud bang you fall on the ground on your belly and you gasp for air ‘’probably not such a good idea…’’ and you get up with a groan-sigh. You grab your backpack and sweep it on your desk.
You pull the zipper open and basically just empty your bag pack by holding it upside down and shaking it. The green wrapping paper around your books fall on your desk. You throw your head back ‘’NOOOO’’ you groan and with a sad face you sit on your chair. You grab your favorite pen, you bought it in Disneyland and it had a Mini-mouse form with red and white spots all over the pen, and throw open your book.
You page through your math book until you find the fortieth sum. Since you had forgotten your note book in your locker at school, you grab a piece of paper out of your drawer. You try to focus on the sum, but your mind keeps carrying away into your own mind palace and your eyes keep glancing at the camera at the shelf of your bookcase. ‘’Oh fuck Armitage’’ you murmur and pace to your bookcase. You open it carefully and reach for your camera. Finally reached it, you grab it and sigh satisfied. You carefully touch the white leather of your camera with the tops of your finger. It was a Samsung NX3000, an expensive gift from your parents for your birthday.
Of course you had to beg on your knees for the camera and helping your mother with all kinds of things with the household aaannnddd, under the condition that you will not get anything for the two upcoming Christmas’. God, you worked your ass off. But that was fine with you, you definitely wanted that camera so you could finally make your own vlogs. Which was pretty popular, by the way. You already had something like four million subscribers and something like a six million views on every flog. Your ‘school’ vlog had the most views, thirteen million! The vlog was mostly with your friends who were just saying ‘Tom Hiddleston’ at a random time and you totally going nuts. You had a huge celebrity crush on Tom Hiddleston, and your friends thought you should film yourself at school. But you didn’t know that their plan was making you total nuts and you almost ending up in a mental institution. Almost.
You turn on your camera, and because you could move the display of the camera, you just turned the lens of the camera at you and started recording. ‘’Hii (Nickname Youtube Subscribers) !’’ and you place the camera on your desk ‘’ I Just wanted to show you what a dick my math teacher is for giving me-‘’ you scream it out of terror when you see a little spider crawling on your notebook. You almost die and jump off of your chair. You run to your bed ‘’FUCKING SPIDER OF MORDOR!’’ you shout to the spider. You hated spiders. Like hate-hate. They were creepy as fuck and had eight legs, WHY WOULD THEY NEED THOSE FUCKING EIGHT LEGS!? You shiver and slowly get off your bed. You grab a book and sneak to the spider. You draw a war cry and smash the book on the spider. Immediately you feel a creeping shiver go through your spine and you draw with your mouth in disgust. ‘’Euww’’ you say and frown your eyebrows when you lift your book a bit up. The spider lays totally splashed on your notebook. You quickly rip off the page of notebook and throw it in the trashcan. You pant deeply and look to the camera ‘’FUCKING HATE SPIDERS!’’ and you stop recording.
This always happened to you. When you started recording, something funny, stupid or weird happened. And let’s just say that the spider incident was all three. You scroll through your recorded videos and look back at your recording. You laugh at your facial expression when you first see the spider; total horror. You grab a wire and attach it to your laptop and camera. This was immediately going to be posted on YouTube.
After a few hours of making your homework, watching TV and posting random stuff on Tumblr, you decided it was time to check out how many hits you already had on your ‘spider-incident’ flog. You almost drop your phone. Holy shit! It had twenty million hits! You quickly look to your subscribers….you swear you would almost faint. You had already six million subscribers! You look to the comments.
Lookingupanddown commented:
Ahaha my face when I see my ex
Bringonthehotstuff commented:
Oh mygod, I love you so much! You always make me laugh. Thank you X
You smile at the other thousand sweet comments and try to reply the most of them. A long time ago, just when you decided to go flogging for the first time, you said to yourself that you will try to reply as much as you can with ‘’Ahw thankyou, you are so sweet! X’’ and other sweet messages. Your eyebrows frowned as you came past a weird comment.
LokiLaufeyson commented:
Interesting. Afraid of one little spider?
You bite your lip and sigh. Why did people always had to comment mean things? And by the way, you are not the only one on this planet who is afraid of spiders. Irritatingly you look at his YouTube profile, the bastards was probably a dick. You almost choke in your own tongue. You cough so loudly that your lungs hurt. That guy had fucking twelve million subscribers, not to mention his views on his videos! You look in his uploaded videos and see that he is also a flogger, he just had ten million views more than you had on your videos. You give yourself a face palm. ‘’you prick’’ you murmur in yourself and tick on one of his latest videos.
Immediately a pale man with black hair appears in the screen. He has emerald green eyes and a slight smirk on his face. ‘’Hii Loki’s army!’’ he chuckles ‘’Just wanted to tell you all that I have been brutally beaten.’’ He continues with a straight face and slowly takes his shirt off. A red blush covered your cheeks as the young man continued his only-shirt-stripping. He took his shirt off irritatingly slowly and with his eyes still focused on the camera, just like he looked right in your eyes. ‘’Look at this’’ he says and lifts the camera up with his hands. He moves the camera’s view to his neck and bare torso. You feel your cheeks heating up and you could feel the knot in your lower belly, but just now you notice the small dark red stripes over his torso and neck. ‘’this one’’ he says and touches the scratch on his neck ‘’Was a cat.’’
And so he continues telling about his fight with his black haired cat until you catch yourself on looking only at the man’s torso and not being interested in his story no more. You sigh. You needed to take some revenge. You smirk and click the ‘comment’ button. Quickly and adroit your fingers click on the right letter buttons and hum satisfied. You click the ‘comment’ button again and immediately your commented is posted.
(Own YouTube Name) commented:
Interesting. Not even winning a fight from your own cat?
You nod ‘’Good one, (Y/n)’’ you mumble in yourself and turn off your phone. You connect your phone to your charger and undo yourself of your denim jeans and black tank top. You put on your Hobbit pajamas, you brush your teeth and finally crawl into bed. You put your light out and pull the blankets up till the top of your nose.
You sigh when you hear the peeping noise from your phone, and it was not a sigh of tiredness. More like not-painless. You open your phone and narrow your eyes automatically, the light of your phone’s screen was blinding you. When your eyes took their normal form and you could see what the notification of your phone was all about, you smirked. And even though it should have made you feel angry and furious, you kind of felt important. It was yet another comment from that Loki Laufeyson.