I want to go home! Peridot x Reader

I groaned loudly at my phones alarm. Despite having done this a million times before, I felt that I'd never get used to doing it. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and I was thankful for that. At least I could I could get ready for my next video in peace. I rolled out of bed and called for a pizza delivered to my hotel room. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and rubbed my eyes.

Yesterday's drive had been hell. Seventeen hours in a hot car with nothing but coffee and music to keep you awake is not pleasant. As awful as it may have been, I'd suffered worse. Going from (Town) to Mexico, in June, with a broken A.C. was my definition of Hell. Thankfully, I wasn't traveling across borders this time, and I'd gotten my A.C. fixed later that Summer.

Yesterday at three in the morning, I arrived in a larger town, hardly even half an hour away from Beach City and found myself a hotel to stay at for the night. After unpacking I had met up with the user of the blog that had recommended Beach City in the first place. After a long, very, VERY, long conversation about the towns odd happenings and the three strange women (and small child apparently) who lived there and called themselves The Crystal Gems. I arrived back at my hotel at seven (which was NOT the time I intended on getting back) and passed out, too lazy to even put on proper pajamas.

I heard a loud knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I stood up and grabbed some money from off the counter heading for the door. I opened it only slightly, just to make sure it was the pizza guy. Upon gaining visual confirmation of that, I opened the door wider, carelessly handing over the money and taking the pizza. After the pizza delivery person had left, I set the box on my temporary sanctuary. My bed. I ate at least a third of the (favorite topping) pizza before deciding to limit myself, and put my delicious, greasy, savior in the fridge until I got back from my Beach City expedition.

Now, however it was time for me to vlog. I pulled my camera out of it's bag. Yes, I have a bag specially for my precious camera. It deserves to ride in style, away from my spaghetti stained gym shorts and grungy, old, t-shirts. I turned it on, placing it on the desk, which was at a perfectly convenient angle to film me while sitting on top of my bed.

"Hello, everybody, it's me, The-Paranormal-Nerdist, back up to her usual, nerdy activities, like ordering pizza in her underwear and switching from talking in first to third person in the same sentence." I stretched, my arms moving into unnatural positions, as I groaned. "And also letting her inner porn star out as she stretches." I moved my legs from the awkward position I'd had them in and splayed them out over the edge of the bed. "Anyway, I have exactly," I paused and checked the clock behind me. "Nine hours and sixteen minutes until I'm gonna head out, so until then I'ma fill all you Nerdists in on what's going down tonight!" As I did in every video, I listed off the places I'd be going, my plan of action, etc, etc. Nothing unusual. Just like what happened in almost every video. Nothing interesting. Granted, there were a few exceptions, but those ended up being unpleasant and vaguely traumatizing. Coughcough TheAsylumEpisode Coughcough. Not that I found it boring, or uninteresting per say, I was just used to it. "And, that's just about all there is to it! Holy balls, I've been talking for half an hour, I gotta wash my nasty self." I actually didn't need to shower, seeing as that was the first thing I'd done upon getting back to my hotel yesterday, but I needed an excuse to turn off the camera and get a little hammered.

Not too hammered, just a little hammered.

I shut off the camera and uploaded the video onto my computer, beginning the tedious task of editing it. Thankfully, my viewers knew that my pre-expedition videos are bullshit when it comes to quality editing, so that made things a bit easier on my part. After I'd uploaded my video onto every social media platform I could think of, I went straight for the mini fridge. I'd kept my celebratory bottle of vodka in there -celebrating my survival of the long as drive- and a bottle of whiskey for later. That one was for surviving another bout of bullshit.