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elliot had taken a failed attempt of sleeping in. he figured this was the one day that he could lay around and sleep for however long he wanted; his phone was not letting that happen. it would not stop buzzing, notification after notification after notification. he let out a groan and rolled over to grab his phone.

why the hell do i have over fifty two notifications? was the only comprehensive thought floating in his early morning brain. he opened his phone and read a text that he had gotten at

"who the hell is texting me at five in the morning?" his voice was low and gravely, as most people's morning voices are. he skimmed over the text and his eyebrows knitted together. "reality show... other influencers... experiment going live..." he mumbled words as he read. he shrugged to himself, dialing the number.

elliot loved meeting new people, and with it being other influencers? he knew this was going to be a blast. he talked to whoever sent him the text and he let them know he was absolutely down. after they gave him the information, elliot thanked them and he started packing his things.

of course not before rushing to his parents and telling them what he had just signed on for. the longer he was awake, the more he was waking up and the more excited he was getting. his parents were so happy to see him this excited about an opportunity. his mom immediately got up and started making him breakfast while his dad called up to the restaurant to let them know they would be late coming in.

ashlyn's sleep schedule was non existent now that she lived on her own. she would stay up late and crash whenever and then wake up whenever and do whatever. some hear this and think that they could never live their life like this but ashlyn loved it. she was living by her rules, her schedule, and hey it had been working out for her well enough to have youtube be her full time job. needless to say, she was up at the early hours of the morning when she heard her phone ding with a text message. finishing up editing on one of her videos, she picked up her phone and opened the text. she read the text twice, even three times just to make sure that she was reading it right.

"a reality show? with other influencers?" ash was incredibly hesitant. she never even went to a party unless she knew one of her friends was going. she sat at her desk, mulling it over with her phone still open. it would be terrifying; she didn't know how many other people would be there, she didn't know if she would know anyone else there, and they'd be LIVING together? along with the fact that it's reality tv and ashlyn HATED reality tv with a burning passion. she knew how the production crew would start drama and manipulate words and conversations into fights.

but then her fans came to mind, the reason she did youtube and got big in the first place. she knew they would love to see her living in a mansion with other influencers. knowing how happy and excited her fans would be, she called the number and let them know she would do it before she changed her mind. they told her all the details and, her being forgetful, she asked for the details to be sent in a text or email. she thanked them and began packing.

when ash focuses on something, she will ONLY do that task until it's finished or she looses interest. she was not about to loose interest in packing so, needless to say, she was done packing in two and a half hours. all her recording equipment, enough clothes and other little things that she figured she would need. she turned on her music and just buckled down and got all her stuff packed up.

her insides were twisting into the most anxious-inducing knots, but ashlyn knew this would be an amazing feat if she could overcome her fears.

The loud blaring of ‘Dance the Night Away’ from TWICE returned him from the depths of his slumber. There was nothing like waking up to one of your favorite songs. That is until you’re being woken up at the crack of dawn. He did not regret his decision setting it as his ringtone, but he did wish people would stop calling him so early in the morning. What was he supposed to do? Sleep through such an amazing song? Absolutely not!

Harper rolled over with a groan, glaring at his phone. He picked it up to see his manager’s name flash across the screen. Great. This must be super important if she’s calling me so early. I hope it’s something good this time. He leisurely accepted the call, slowly moving the phone to his ear. Now, call him extra all you want for having a manager. If you received death threats from people and had a bad habit of overbooking, you would want a manager too.

Admittedly, most of what she had told him flew right over his head. The only thing he was focused on was other influencers. It was common knowledge amongst his fans that he is a big fanboy. He follows plenty of other influencers, always commenting on their posts or on their videos. Though, most of his fans didn’t know that he was a huge gamer. He’s quite the nerd when it comes to games, which is probably what stemmed his love for one specific YouTube influencer. He’s never done a face reveal, and it is well known that he alters his voice for privacy, but damn was Harper just the biggest fan of him. It was highly unlikely, but if there was even the slightest chance he could live the ‘y/n’ life by going on that reality tv show? He would take it.

There was only one thing he seemed to overlook: his irrational fear of planes. He was doing great until he actually sat down on the plane. It didn’t help that the flight from Texas to Los Angeles was a rather long one. One he would much rather be knocked out for. Thankfully, his manager was ten steps ahead and had already given him some melatonin gummies so he could sleep for most of the flight.

He didn’t know what would await him in Los Angeles, but he had high hopes that everything would simply be amazing.

"IS IT TRUE THAT PAIN IS BEAUTY" — HARPER WILLIAMS

Marshall was an early bird through and through. He liked getting up early, and he liked going to bed early. He enjoyed taking those early morning runs to wake up his body. He enjoyed the hearty breakfast he always had afterwards. The sweat, however, wasn’t something he looked forward to, or the feeling of his lungs bursting apart for that matter. Still, it was a nice way to clear his mind, to focus on things that truly mattered.

Today he was having one of these runs. The cold breeze granted him the only form of cooling down in the hot summer heat. Sweat trickled down his back as his tank top began to cling to his skin more. Though he took notice of the buzzing of his phone, he ultimately decided to ignore it. This was his time to set the mood for the rest of the day. A good run meant a good day. At least, that was his way of thinking.

He was grateful he had a rather large neighborhood to run in. Well, truly it was more of a community with its size. Eventually, he stopped at a nearby soda shop to get a drink. Even if it was primarily a soda shop, they still sold water. Water was exactly what he needed after a long run. After purchasing his water, he took a seat on a bench outside. He gulped down at least half of the water before remembering his phone had buzzed earlier.

To say he was shocked at the text message he got was an understatement. He had no clue why they decided to pick him of all people to be a participant on their reality show. I know I have a tough guy persona, but I’m sure I’d die having to converse with so many strangers. He sighed as he contemplated his options. He knew ultimately it would be an amazing opportunity for him, and for his fans as well. They could see a new side of him, and he may even gain a friend or two. He knew it was the wisest choice to simply accept their offer, so he did.

Next thing he knew he had a flight to Los Angeles to catch. He truly was not prepared for what was next to come.

"AND I MISS MY LOVER, MAN" — MARSHALL THORNE