Sorry it's so long (that's what he said)
The day before our wedding, I had forgotten all about what had happened with Anthony and I. All of my attention was focused on how I was going to look like and how my brides maids were gonna look like and that I was going to become Mrs. Turner.
I was at the church we were getting married in when I saw someone familiar come inside. I knew I had seen her before, somewhere but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.
She came up to me in a solemn way. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth…I’m the girl who…I…uh…saved Ian from what you were about to do…”
My whole body turned to jello. I didn’t know what to say.
“I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you too. I know what happened, that you were threatened to do something you didn’t want to do. And I also wanted to say sorry for putting you in the hospital. I just…I didn’t want Ian to get hurt.”
I nodded but still couldn’t find the right words to say. Somehow I ended up asking a simple question,
“How did you find me?”
“I…well, I had been following Ian around town and when I saw him talking to you in the parking lot I got more interested. I followed you both to your house when I witnessed you knock him out and take him inside your house. I was scared but knew I had to do something. That was when I kicked down your door, saw you with a gun to Ian’s head, and hit you as hard as I could with a baseball bat I found. I am so sorry, but I had to save Ian. He’s my idol…my inspiration. I loved him before he even knew who I was, and now…now we’re together. I also wanted to thank you for that.” She smiled at me and touched my shoulder. I was sort of disgusted by the way she had described what happened but I also felt a strange friendship forming.
I gave her a half smile, “Thanks. Now, excuse me a moment, I have some business to do.” I said as politely as I could.
“Oh of course, congrats on your big day by the way!”
“Thank you!” I immediately got excited and nervous. I was about to get married…to Toby Turner.
I started to get a little light headed so I sat down in a pew. Flowers and ribbons lined down the pews, it looked exactly the way I wanted it to. A couple of friends and family members were helping to decorate the building next door for the reception.
The guest list was insane too. Toby had YouTube friends I had never even met before, so being a former YouTube fan, meeting them would be a tremendous honor. I was excited to see who was going to show up and who I was finally going to meet.
I felt someone tap my shoulder so I turned around.
“What are you doing? You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding Toby, that’s bad lu—” Toby kissed me before I finished my sentence.
“Just wanted to see how you were holdin’ up babe. Don’t want you passing out before we get married. THAT’S bad luck.” He laughed.
I couldn’t help but smile and laugh along. His laugh, the one sound I could record and listen to on repeat. It was the sound I wanted to hear forever and ever, and today was the day we were going to prove to each other truly how much we loved one another.
A couple of hours later I was downstairs changing into my wedding dress. It was white with a pink ribbon tied around the waist and matching flowers embroidered the bottom of it. It was sleeveless which squeezed my boobs together and made me a little uncomfortable but I was definitely willing to turn down comfortableness for beautifulness. Toby hadn’t seen my dress yet and I made sure he wouldn’t ‘til the ceremony started. To be fair, I hadn’t seen what his tux looked like.
My maid of honor, Dallas helped me with my hair piece; it was a silver clip with pearls on it. She clipped it to the back of my curled hair and stood back, looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“You look gorgeous.” She said as a tear slipped past her cheek.
I giggled, trying not to cry with her, “Thanks. Don’t cry, or you’re going to make me cry. And I have too much makeup on for that.” I laughed as I wiped away her tear.
She stared into my eyes, “You listen to me. You are going to love this man more than any man you’ve ever loved before. You treat him right and be a good wife to him, okay? You are too special to lose such an amazing guy as him.”
I nodded and hugged her. She hugged back and we remained there hugging for well over twenty seconds. Finally she stepped back and took my shoulders as we heard the music start playing upstairs.
“I think it’s time to go.” She smiled. My heart skipped ten beats and I tried not to fall over yet again. Luckily I was wearing flats, an idea I was sure to thank my mother for.
All the bridesmaids gathered up and faced me. In the group there was my best friend Dallas, my other best friend Amelia, an internet friend I couldn’t get married without, Robin, and Toby’s best friend Justine. They all smiled at me and gave me a small hug before walking out the door and finding their groomsmen to walk down the isle with.
I took a deep breath before leaving the room myself. I saw all the ladies meeting up with their partners; Toby’s best friend Jack, his brother, and my two best friends Jayce and J. We all walked up the stairs and into the chapel they went, pair by pair. Finally, I heard Toby and my song start to play. It was the song that was playing when we first met at E3, “Zelda’s Lullaby”. We had hired a harp player to play it perfectly.
I took my father’s arm and the doors opened to reveal a church full of family and friends. They all stood up and I held back tears as I looked at my Toby. He was dressed in a black suit; his jacket and shirt were both black but his tie was a dark shade of pink and the flower pinned to him matched it all.
I slowly walked down the isle, not looking at anyone but Toby. I couldn’t dare to do so. I was scared that I’d look at someone who was crying and then just start crying myself. When we got to the end of the isle I turned to my father and hugged him as he handed me off to Toby. The music was still playing so we all waited until the beautiful melody was finished. I gave my flowers to Dallas so Toby and I could hold hands. We looked at each other and smiled as wide as we could.
“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Toby whispered to me. I hiccupped back a cry and giggled.
When the harp player was done, everyone sat down. Our pastor began talking about marriage and what part God played in all of it. Unfortunately, I was too focused on not crying and staring at Toby to pay attention to what he was saying.
When it was time to exchange vows, Toby was up first. I just knew this was where I was gonna lose it.
“My beautiful Alina, when I first saw you the first thought I had was, ‘this girl is stunning.’ I knew that we were going to have something, and hoped that something would take us far. And here we are, two years later getting married. I never thought I’d be this happy, never dreamed that I’d be marrying such an incredible woman. You are the first thought when I wake up every morning and the last thought before I go to bed. You’re the reason I want to live forever, so I can be with you until the end of time. I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you. My life has been full of unfulfilled expectations and here you are, fulfilling them all. Thank you for being my girl, and I couldn’t be happier with anyone but you.” Toby couldn’t stop smiling the entire time. I was sure all of my makeup had smudged down my face by now. What I wasn’t sure of was if I was going to be able to speak.
“Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of getting married to the perfect man. I still can’t believe I’m here, living my dream with the man I love. Toby, I have never loved any man more than I love you.”
I heard a cough from the pews and turned my gaze towards the congregation. I saw Anthony walking up the isle and out of the church. The doors quietly shut behind him. I gulped but turned back to Toby and continued, “When I first heard of you I wasn’t sure if I’d like you even though my friends said I would. I watched your first video on YouTube and slowly fell for you. When I found out I was going to E3 I knew I had to meet you and I prayed that God would bring us together. For once in my unsatisfying life I got what I wanted. You are what I’ve always wanted. I’m so thankful and grateful to know you and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You are my dream man and I love you more than what I can put into words.” Toby smiled and wiped away the tears that fell onto my cheeks.
We exchanged rings and our pastor talked a bit more before he announced us,
“I now pronounce you man and wife. Toby, you may kiss your bride!”
Toby leaned in and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed in a way we had never kissed before. It wasn’t raunchy like when we made out, or cutesy when we were in public, it was soft and light and…wedding-like. It was perfect.
The harp player started to play as we walked down the isle. Everyone stood up and clapped and woo-ed and whistled. I had never been this happy in my life.
When we exited the chapel we went outside with the bridesmaids and groomsmen to take pictures. It took a while but when we were all finished, I went to go find out where Anthony went.
I found Ian and Lizz sitting at a table with Anthony no where to be found.
“He went home.” Ian answered my puzzled expression.
My heart cracked a bit, I was regrettably sorry about what I had done to him. I wish I could’ve taken it all back. But this was my day, and I was determined to not let anything bring me down.
The wedding reception hall was gorgeous. All the decorations had been put up exactly how I imagined it and Toby was just as stunned as I was.
The night was perfect, we had so much fun dancing and laughing and starting our life together. The food was great, the people were amazing, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more than what I got.
When the night had come to an end, more and more people came up to us saying goodbye and by the time I knew it, all that was left were close friends and family members.
“That was a beautiful wedding.” Lizz said as she walked up to us with Ian. He had his arm around her.
“Thank you so much.” I said smiling.
“You look gorgeous.” Ian spoke up and I blushed.
“Thank you.”
“Thanks for coming guys, so glad you could make it.” Toby shook Ian’s hand before pulling him into a hug. He gave Lizz a hug too and I followed his gesture.
“We’ll see you after the honeymoon?” Ian suggested.
“Yes of course!” I said.
“Sounds fantastic! Have an incredible night!” Lizz said as they turned around to leave.
“May I have one last dance with my wife?” Toby asked me.
“Yes you may Mr. Turner.” I giggled as he took my waist.
“Thank you Mrs. Turner.” He kissed me and we twirled on the dance floor as happy as any two people could be.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
SHORT FANFIC- MFK Part 2
WARNING: This is when the fanfic starts to get TERRIBLE. The plot is so stupid haha but READ IT ANYWAY. KBIE
I decided it’d only be fair if I baked Ian some goodies and took them to his house to apologize. I knew just a simple sorry and baked goods wouldn’t do me any justice for kidnapping and almost killing him but it was a start.
I got directions from Toby, who had been to their house several times for filming. I decided to go alone because I thought it’d be a little intimidating if my fiancé was standing next to me as I tried to redeem myself.
I found my way to Ian’s house pretty well. When I parked next to their house, my stomach turned. I didn’t wanna mess this up worse than I already had. I had to apologize to him even if he didn’t accept it.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my container of cookies and cupcakes and walked up to their door with as much confidence as I could conjure up. I knocked on the door, perhaps a little too hard.
I waited a couple of seconds before the door opened. Anthony stood there, looking confused.
“Hellooo…” he greeted me awkwardly.
“Hi…is Ian here?” I peered behind him into the house.
“Nope, he went to run some errands. What are you doing here?”
“I’m…” I hesitated before telling him my name, “I’m Alina Renee…I, uh…I’m the girl who—”
“Yeah, I know who you are.” His voice was rough, “You’ve got some fucking balls coming here. You really want to talk to Ian?” I was scared to answer but he spoke too fast to allow me to, “He’s scarred you know. I hear him whimpering in his sleep a lot. And he doesn’t like tight spaces now. You ruined his fucking life.”
“I am unbelievably, incredibly, from the bottom of my fucking heart sorry. And just so you know, I’m scarred too.” I tried my best to describe my intense internal feelings.
Anthony was quiet. We stood there staring at each other before he opened the door wider.
“Come in.” was all he said, and I obeyed.
“You can set those on the counter.” He motioned to the kitchen and I set down the container.
He led me to the living room and we sat down on the couch.
“A girl named Elizabeth saved his life. He’s been trying his best to owe it up to her...They’ve been spending a lot of time together.” He spoke without looking at me.
“I’m glad.” I replied.
“Yeah…me too. She’s helped him a lot. More than I ever could.” His voice got softer with each word, “Just so you know…I forgive you. I heard that the man that threatened you got put in jail.”
I nodded. I felt the tears well up inside so I refused to talk in fear of breaking down in front of him.
“I’m grateful he’s gone…I don’t mean to sound like a creeper but—I visited you while you were in the hospital, just to make sure you were okay. Sure, I was angry at you for almost murdering my best friend but I felt a connection. A…a certain kind of sympathy for you and what you must’ve gone through to get there. Lizz hit you pretty damn hard, and she felt bad when she found out the whole story. As for Ian though, I don’t know if he’ll be as forgiving…” he looked into my eyes and I stared back. I didn’t know what to say so instead I did what my instincts told me to do.
I leaned in and kissed him. My tears fell onto Anthony and my connected lips but we didn’t separate; I felt a weird sensation…a sensation I had only felt when I was intimate with Toby. What scared me the most was the fact that I didn’t pull away from Anthony. Instead I leaned into him more and found myself on his lap, straddling him.
He wrapped his arms around my legs and stood up, carrying me towards his bedroom, our lips still smushed together. He flopped me onto his bed and our kisses became more passionate. I fumbled with his belt until I got fed up and pulled his already sagging jeans down. He had a more successful time with my pants and slipped them off with ease.
All that was left between us was his boxers and my panties, but when they were also removed, I had never felt closer to another person before. I tried my best not to think about Toby as Anthony was on top of me.
When we were finished, we both let out a huge groan. I lay in his bed and immediately began to cry again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I exclaimed, pounding my fists on his bed frame.
“What? Was I really that bad?” Anthony tried to joke but I shot him a fiery look.
“I have to go.” I was shocked at the tone of my voice. I was guilty that I had to leave him, yet furious that I had betrayed Toby the way I had just did.
“What? Why?” Anthony had his pants back on and I finished putting on mine.
“Because I’m not here for you…I was supposed to apologize to Ian and instead I did a freak thing and…Anthony…I just fucked you and I’m engaged.” I realized what I said was stupid and cheesy but I didn’t have time to take it back. I was too angry to think straight.
“You’re…engaged?” I saw his spirit drop in an instant.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I ran out of his room and into the living room. As I did, I saw Ian and a girl I supposed was Lizz walk through the front door. They stared at me in shock as I flew passed them and sprinted to my car.
I cried all the way home and avoided talking to Toby for the rest of the day. After the incident with Ian, Toby learned to understand my mood swings which was lucky for me yet at the same time was horrible. I wish I could’ve taken it all back; everything.
I kept getting phone calls from a number I didn’t recognize. I knew it was Anthony but I never answered him. A couple of days passed until I got a knock at my door. When I opened the door, it was Anthony and Ian. I took a step backwards and almost shut the door when Ian stopped me.
“Anthony told me about the container of cookies and cupcakes and why they were there.”
I gulped, “Oh yeah. I’m…I’m unbelievably sorry for what happened.”
“I forgive you.” His simple statement made me stumble back again.
“Th—thank you.” I smiled for the first time in days.
Anthony stepped up to the door and looked straight at me, “I need to tell you something in private.”
My heart started to beat faster and I nodded. Ian smiled at me and turned to go back to their car. I didn’t let Anthony into my house, I wouldn’t dare do that.
“I love you.” He burst out.
“What?!” I shouted.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. What happened, I just can’t stop thinking about how close we were that one moment and how happy I felt. I just—”
“Stop it Anthony!” I yelled, “You barely even know me and you’re acting like we’ve known each other for years! That was a one time, bullshit freak accident that I wish I could take back! Listen…I like you, and I always have, since Smosh started but…I’m marrying the man of my dreams in a couple of days. I love him more than I love anybody else in the entire world. I’m sorry Anthony. I really am.” I looked into his eyes to try and give him my sincere apology.
“That’s…that’s just not good enough…” he whispered.
Suddenly, I felt someone behind me and turned around as my fiancé greeted his friend.
“Oh Anthony! Hey man, how’ve you been?” he high fived Anthony who tried his hardest not to blow our cover.
Toby put his arm around me and I smiled instinctively. Just his simple touch could turn my entire mood around.
Anthony watched my smile form in envy.
“Hey, nothing much, just stopped by with Ian to have a little chat with Alina about the incident.” He stumbled on words.
“Oh…how did that turn out?”
“Great, Ian forgave me and we’re all friends now!” I said.
“That’s great sweetie!” Toby kissed my cheek. “Hey Anthony, you and Ian should come to our wedding, it’s this weekend. Sorry it’s a short notice, but after everything that happened, I wasn’t sure if you two wanted to come.”
Anthony forced himself to nod, “Yeah, Ian and I would love to come.” The look he gave me stabbed through every inch of my body.
“Thanks man!” Toby high fived him again.
“Well…I guess I’ll just see you guys at the wedding…see ya.” Anthony gave me one last glance before turning around and treading off to his car.
Toby and I went back inside our house and he kissed me.
“Can’t wait to say our vows.” He smiled.
“Me neither.” I gleamed at him and pulled his shirt to give me another kiss.
Our wedding would pull me out of Anthony’s grip and into our new life together. I was excited to say the least.
I decided it’d only be fair if I baked Ian some goodies and took them to his house to apologize. I knew just a simple sorry and baked goods wouldn’t do me any justice for kidnapping and almost killing him but it was a start.
I got directions from Toby, who had been to their house several times for filming. I decided to go alone because I thought it’d be a little intimidating if my fiancé was standing next to me as I tried to redeem myself.
I found my way to Ian’s house pretty well. When I parked next to their house, my stomach turned. I didn’t wanna mess this up worse than I already had. I had to apologize to him even if he didn’t accept it.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my container of cookies and cupcakes and walked up to their door with as much confidence as I could conjure up. I knocked on the door, perhaps a little too hard.
I waited a couple of seconds before the door opened. Anthony stood there, looking confused.
“Hellooo…” he greeted me awkwardly.
“Hi…is Ian here?” I peered behind him into the house.
“Nope, he went to run some errands. What are you doing here?”
“I’m…” I hesitated before telling him my name, “I’m Alina Renee…I, uh…I’m the girl who—”
“Yeah, I know who you are.” His voice was rough, “You’ve got some fucking balls coming here. You really want to talk to Ian?” I was scared to answer but he spoke too fast to allow me to, “He’s scarred you know. I hear him whimpering in his sleep a lot. And he doesn’t like tight spaces now. You ruined his fucking life.”
“I am unbelievably, incredibly, from the bottom of my fucking heart sorry. And just so you know, I’m scarred too.” I tried my best to describe my intense internal feelings.
Anthony was quiet. We stood there staring at each other before he opened the door wider.
“Come in.” was all he said, and I obeyed.
“You can set those on the counter.” He motioned to the kitchen and I set down the container.
He led me to the living room and we sat down on the couch.
“A girl named Elizabeth saved his life. He’s been trying his best to owe it up to her...They’ve been spending a lot of time together.” He spoke without looking at me.
“I’m glad.” I replied.
“Yeah…me too. She’s helped him a lot. More than I ever could.” His voice got softer with each word, “Just so you know…I forgive you. I heard that the man that threatened you got put in jail.”
I nodded. I felt the tears well up inside so I refused to talk in fear of breaking down in front of him.
“I’m grateful he’s gone…I don’t mean to sound like a creeper but—I visited you while you were in the hospital, just to make sure you were okay. Sure, I was angry at you for almost murdering my best friend but I felt a connection. A…a certain kind of sympathy for you and what you must’ve gone through to get there. Lizz hit you pretty damn hard, and she felt bad when she found out the whole story. As for Ian though, I don’t know if he’ll be as forgiving…” he looked into my eyes and I stared back. I didn’t know what to say so instead I did what my instincts told me to do.
I leaned in and kissed him. My tears fell onto Anthony and my connected lips but we didn’t separate; I felt a weird sensation…a sensation I had only felt when I was intimate with Toby. What scared me the most was the fact that I didn’t pull away from Anthony. Instead I leaned into him more and found myself on his lap, straddling him.
He wrapped his arms around my legs and stood up, carrying me towards his bedroom, our lips still smushed together. He flopped me onto his bed and our kisses became more passionate. I fumbled with his belt until I got fed up and pulled his already sagging jeans down. He had a more successful time with my pants and slipped them off with ease.
All that was left between us was his boxers and my panties, but when they were also removed, I had never felt closer to another person before. I tried my best not to think about Toby as Anthony was on top of me.
When we were finished, we both let out a huge groan. I lay in his bed and immediately began to cry again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I exclaimed, pounding my fists on his bed frame.
“What? Was I really that bad?” Anthony tried to joke but I shot him a fiery look.
“I have to go.” I was shocked at the tone of my voice. I was guilty that I had to leave him, yet furious that I had betrayed Toby the way I had just did.
“What? Why?” Anthony had his pants back on and I finished putting on mine.
“Because I’m not here for you…I was supposed to apologize to Ian and instead I did a freak thing and…Anthony…I just fucked you and I’m engaged.” I realized what I said was stupid and cheesy but I didn’t have time to take it back. I was too angry to think straight.
“You’re…engaged?” I saw his spirit drop in an instant.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I ran out of his room and into the living room. As I did, I saw Ian and a girl I supposed was Lizz walk through the front door. They stared at me in shock as I flew passed them and sprinted to my car.
I cried all the way home and avoided talking to Toby for the rest of the day. After the incident with Ian, Toby learned to understand my mood swings which was lucky for me yet at the same time was horrible. I wish I could’ve taken it all back; everything.
I kept getting phone calls from a number I didn’t recognize. I knew it was Anthony but I never answered him. A couple of days passed until I got a knock at my door. When I opened the door, it was Anthony and Ian. I took a step backwards and almost shut the door when Ian stopped me.
“Anthony told me about the container of cookies and cupcakes and why they were there.”
I gulped, “Oh yeah. I’m…I’m unbelievably sorry for what happened.”
“I forgive you.” His simple statement made me stumble back again.
“Th—thank you.” I smiled for the first time in days.
Anthony stepped up to the door and looked straight at me, “I need to tell you something in private.”
My heart started to beat faster and I nodded. Ian smiled at me and turned to go back to their car. I didn’t let Anthony into my house, I wouldn’t dare do that.
“I love you.” He burst out.
“What?!” I shouted.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. What happened, I just can’t stop thinking about how close we were that one moment and how happy I felt. I just—”
“Stop it Anthony!” I yelled, “You barely even know me and you’re acting like we’ve known each other for years! That was a one time, bullshit freak accident that I wish I could take back! Listen…I like you, and I always have, since Smosh started but…I’m marrying the man of my dreams in a couple of days. I love him more than I love anybody else in the entire world. I’m sorry Anthony. I really am.” I looked into his eyes to try and give him my sincere apology.
“That’s…that’s just not good enough…” he whispered.
Suddenly, I felt someone behind me and turned around as my fiancé greeted his friend.
“Oh Anthony! Hey man, how’ve you been?” he high fived Anthony who tried his hardest not to blow our cover.
Toby put his arm around me and I smiled instinctively. Just his simple touch could turn my entire mood around.
Anthony watched my smile form in envy.
“Hey, nothing much, just stopped by with Ian to have a little chat with Alina about the incident.” He stumbled on words.
“Oh…how did that turn out?”
“Great, Ian forgave me and we’re all friends now!” I said.
“That’s great sweetie!” Toby kissed my cheek. “Hey Anthony, you and Ian should come to our wedding, it’s this weekend. Sorry it’s a short notice, but after everything that happened, I wasn’t sure if you two wanted to come.”
Anthony forced himself to nod, “Yeah, Ian and I would love to come.” The look he gave me stabbed through every inch of my body.
“Thanks man!” Toby high fived him again.
“Well…I guess I’ll just see you guys at the wedding…see ya.” Anthony gave me one last glance before turning around and treading off to his car.
Toby and I went back inside our house and he kissed me.
“Can’t wait to say our vows.” He smiled.
“Me neither.” I gleamed at him and pulled his shirt to give me another kiss.
Our wedding would pull me out of Anthony’s grip and into our new life together. I was excited to say the least.
Monday, December 12, 2011
SHORT FANFIC- MFK Part 1
Okay first let's do some explaining. So I played a game a couple of days ago called "Marry, Fuck, or Kill" and of course I got Toby, Anthony, and Ian. My choice was Marry Toby, Fuck Anthony and Kill Ian. My friend Elizabeth (lizzlufff) said she'd save Ian so I made up a mini short story and said it'd be a cool short fanfic. So I wrote it! It'll be in three parts: Part 1-Kill Part 2-Fuck and Part 3-Marry. So HERE WE GO WITH PART 1!
“Please…please don’t do this!” his voice echoed throughout my empty garage.
I stood on the concrete stairs with a gun clutched to my side. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. If I didn’t I’d be killed myself.
“I’m sorry…I have to do this…” I said as I walked up to him.
I had managed to tie him to a chair and blindfolded him. I had no idea how I had gotten myself into this mess, but it was either me or him.
I untied his blindfold to reveal his crystal blue eyes. I tried not to look at into them directly because I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to finish the job.
I held the gun up to his head and let the tears that had welled up from inside fall down my cheeks. He screamed his lungs out, shouting for me to stop.
“I’m so sorry Ian…” I squeezed my eyes shut just as I put my finger on the trigger and slowly pulled it.
Right as I did I felt an excruciating amount of pain on the back of my head and I fell backwards, hearing the bullet from the gun bounce against the walls. The garage went blurry as I tried to keep my eyes open. I saw someone run passed me and untie him.
“Wha-? No, stop!” I managed to blubber out. They ignored me and ran up the stairs into my house.
The last thing I remember was the door shutting behind them and my eyes closed as my mind blacked out.
How did I get myself into this mess? I was walking downtown to my house from the bar like I normally did every Saturday evening. I had heard a strange voice calling towards me from an alleyway but ignored it because I didn’t want to get into any trouble. As I passed the alley, the voice got louder so I started to jog further down the road. I heard footsteps behind me which caused me to start running. When I looked back, I saw a man in his late-twenties chasing me. He grabbed my arm and practically ripped it out of its socket. He dragged me back to the alley I had passed and threw me against a dumpster.
“You listen to me and you listen good. You’re gonna do something for me now. I’ve got this gun here and you’re gonna take it and kill this guy.” He held up a picture of a boy, about 23, making a stupid face.
“THAT’S IAN HECOX!!!!” I exclaimed, “What the hell?! Why?!”
“He’s a fuckin’ idiot. He’s a supposed ‘internet sensation’ with his dumb ass friend.”
“Yeah, I fucking know who they are, that’s Smosh. I can’t fucking KILL Ian! What the fuck man?!”
“You kill him, or I’ll kill you. YOU UNDERSTAND?!” the man held the gun up against my cheek. I could smell the metal and gulped.
“Ye-yeah…I understand.” I said as I started to cry.
He pulled out another gun and gave it to me, “Take this. I know where he lives. All you have to do is seduce him and when the time is right, KILL THE BASTARD.”
I woke up in a hospital bed. I had no idea what the hell had happened. I looked around the room. Someone was breathing softly so I looked to my left and saw a boy sitting next to me. I recognized him at once. My fiancé was asleep in a chair, holding my limp hand. I smiled, happy to see his adorable curls and sweet face.
I shook his hand to wake him as I called his name, “Toby…Toby wake up.”
He stirred before waking. When he saw me he gleamed and sat straight up, gripping my hand tight.
“Oh my God, you’re up!” He exclaimed and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
“Hi baby.” I smiled and puckered my lips. He kissed them softly.
“It’s been about a week now…” he suddenly said.
“I’ve…I’ve been gone a week?” I tried to lift my head up off my pillow but groaned in pain. The back of my neck was stiff. I noticed there was a bandage wrapped around my head and looked at Toby. He had an expression on his face that scared me. His eyes glazed over with tears and he bit his lip. He took my hand again and kissed it, letting the first tear fall onto my bed.
“I thought I lost you…” he managed to whisper.
“Wha-…what happened?”
“Well…I came home from Jack’s house after a day of filming and noticed that the front door had been kicked in. I ran down the hall and checked every room but nobody was there. Then I saw the garage door open and when I went in I found you on the floor in a puddle of your own blood…” he shuddered and began to choke on his words. He put his head down on my bed and I let go of our hands to put my fingers in his hair.
“You were barely breathing…I called the ambulance…When they got there they asked if I was okay because I was covered in your blood…They put you on a stretcher and told me that you were lucky I got there when I did…You could’ve…I could’ve…I could’ve lost you…” his back started to heave as he cried into my lap.
I shushed him and took his hand again. I pulled him up to look at me. His eyes were red and tears stained his cheeks.
“I love you, and I will never ever leave you.” I kissed him as passionately as I could without lifting my head from the pillow.
The police said they caught the guy who had threatened to kill me if I didn’t do the deed. He was sentenced to 10 years in jail. Thankfully I was let off the hook but I was never really the same again. I got nervous around alleyways and I never took the same route I used to from the bar. I got scared when I heard yelling and I couldn’t go into my garage anymore. Toby helped me with my new fears and understood what I was going through. I truly loved him.
But it wasn’t until later when I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
“Please…please don’t do this!” his voice echoed throughout my empty garage.
I stood on the concrete stairs with a gun clutched to my side. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. If I didn’t I’d be killed myself.
“I’m sorry…I have to do this…” I said as I walked up to him.
I had managed to tie him to a chair and blindfolded him. I had no idea how I had gotten myself into this mess, but it was either me or him.
I untied his blindfold to reveal his crystal blue eyes. I tried not to look at into them directly because I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to finish the job.
I held the gun up to his head and let the tears that had welled up from inside fall down my cheeks. He screamed his lungs out, shouting for me to stop.
“I’m so sorry Ian…” I squeezed my eyes shut just as I put my finger on the trigger and slowly pulled it.
Right as I did I felt an excruciating amount of pain on the back of my head and I fell backwards, hearing the bullet from the gun bounce against the walls. The garage went blurry as I tried to keep my eyes open. I saw someone run passed me and untie him.
“Wha-? No, stop!” I managed to blubber out. They ignored me and ran up the stairs into my house.
The last thing I remember was the door shutting behind them and my eyes closed as my mind blacked out.
How did I get myself into this mess? I was walking downtown to my house from the bar like I normally did every Saturday evening. I had heard a strange voice calling towards me from an alleyway but ignored it because I didn’t want to get into any trouble. As I passed the alley, the voice got louder so I started to jog further down the road. I heard footsteps behind me which caused me to start running. When I looked back, I saw a man in his late-twenties chasing me. He grabbed my arm and practically ripped it out of its socket. He dragged me back to the alley I had passed and threw me against a dumpster.
“You listen to me and you listen good. You’re gonna do something for me now. I’ve got this gun here and you’re gonna take it and kill this guy.” He held up a picture of a boy, about 23, making a stupid face.
“THAT’S IAN HECOX!!!!” I exclaimed, “What the hell?! Why?!”
“He’s a fuckin’ idiot. He’s a supposed ‘internet sensation’ with his dumb ass friend.”
“Yeah, I fucking know who they are, that’s Smosh. I can’t fucking KILL Ian! What the fuck man?!”
“You kill him, or I’ll kill you. YOU UNDERSTAND?!” the man held the gun up against my cheek. I could smell the metal and gulped.
“Ye-yeah…I understand.” I said as I started to cry.
He pulled out another gun and gave it to me, “Take this. I know where he lives. All you have to do is seduce him and when the time is right, KILL THE BASTARD.”
I woke up in a hospital bed. I had no idea what the hell had happened. I looked around the room. Someone was breathing softly so I looked to my left and saw a boy sitting next to me. I recognized him at once. My fiancé was asleep in a chair, holding my limp hand. I smiled, happy to see his adorable curls and sweet face.
I shook his hand to wake him as I called his name, “Toby…Toby wake up.”
He stirred before waking. When he saw me he gleamed and sat straight up, gripping my hand tight.
“Oh my God, you’re up!” He exclaimed and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
“Hi baby.” I smiled and puckered my lips. He kissed them softly.
“It’s been about a week now…” he suddenly said.
“I’ve…I’ve been gone a week?” I tried to lift my head up off my pillow but groaned in pain. The back of my neck was stiff. I noticed there was a bandage wrapped around my head and looked at Toby. He had an expression on his face that scared me. His eyes glazed over with tears and he bit his lip. He took my hand again and kissed it, letting the first tear fall onto my bed.
“I thought I lost you…” he managed to whisper.
“Wha-…what happened?”
“Well…I came home from Jack’s house after a day of filming and noticed that the front door had been kicked in. I ran down the hall and checked every room but nobody was there. Then I saw the garage door open and when I went in I found you on the floor in a puddle of your own blood…” he shuddered and began to choke on his words. He put his head down on my bed and I let go of our hands to put my fingers in his hair.
“You were barely breathing…I called the ambulance…When they got there they asked if I was okay because I was covered in your blood…They put you on a stretcher and told me that you were lucky I got there when I did…You could’ve…I could’ve…I could’ve lost you…” his back started to heave as he cried into my lap.
I shushed him and took his hand again. I pulled him up to look at me. His eyes were red and tears stained his cheeks.
“I love you, and I will never ever leave you.” I kissed him as passionately as I could without lifting my head from the pillow.
The police said they caught the guy who had threatened to kill me if I didn’t do the deed. He was sentenced to 10 years in jail. Thankfully I was let off the hook but I was never really the same again. I got nervous around alleyways and I never took the same route I used to from the bar. I got scared when I heard yelling and I couldn’t go into my garage anymore. Toby helped me with my new fears and understood what I was going through. I truly loved him.
But it wasn’t until later when I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
*NEW* New York Secrets- Part 4
WOOOOO FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“So why don’t you like Kaylea?”
I hesitated, searching for the right answer. “She’s not Tailynn. She’s too…I dunno…fake I guess.”
Ian snorted, “Fake my ass.”
“What do you mean ‘fake my ass’? She just seems too peppy, too plastic. Like a Barbie doll.”
“Well if you got to actually know her, maybe you’d change your mind.” We stopped at the door of our room.
“You’re forgetting an important part of my life; the fact that I can’t like anyone else, especially here.” Ian gave me a confused look. “My girlfriend.” I reminded him.
“Right,” he smiled, “I’m not telling you to ask her out and fall in love, I’m saying just get to know her first before you judge her. You two could be good friends.”
“Yeah, tell her that.” I muttered, “She already acts like she’s my girlfriend; have you seen the way she acts around me?”
“Yes but she can get over you.” Ian used his key to open the door.
“I hope so…”
We sat at the mini table near the giant window next to Ian’s bed and ate breakfast. I took out my phone to check my inbox, but still no reply from Tailynn.
“Common baby…”I mumbled to my phone. I really wanted to talk to her.
“Hey baby, just lettin’ ya know what’s up. We’re just eating some breakfast and gettin ready for practice/set-up. Please text when you get up; love you <3” I sent the message.
I finished my breakfast just as Damien barged into our room again.
“Let’s go guys, it’s time to go to the stadium to practice.” He rushed us out.
Ian and I grabbed our things that we needed and headed out the door. We made our way down the elevator and met up with all the youtubers in the main lobby. Somebody was on the top stair of the dining room space talking to the crowd.
“…And remember to keep it professional. I know most of you are comedians and all but last year things got a bit too hectic and we can’t have that happen again!”
We heard a “WOOOOOO!!!” Come from the opposite end of where we stood and saw two fists up in the air followed by a chanting of “SHANE, SHANE, SHANE, SHANE!”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t think twice of it. I knew Dawson was the one who caused the fight last year and everyone thought it was hilarious, like something pulled from Jackass or whatever. I just hoped he kept it professional this year, and not like some damn joke that he acted like it was.
“What’s wrong with that kid?” Ian asked me.
“No idea.” I replied.
The group started to split so we turned around and walked to the same limo we came in from. I texted Tay to let her know where we were going and if she was okay; I hoped she was.
The drive to the stadium was long and boring. Even though the limo had a ton of pushable buttons, Damien wouldn’t let us mess with them because he said the driver had a bad morning and didn’t want to yell at us. So Ian and I sat in the limo quiet and still. I drifted off to sleep but was woken up by a crutch to the knee.
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed and held my knee in pain.
“Wake up! I don’t wanna be in here alone with these guys.” Ian hissed at me.
“Seriously? You’re not alone, you idiot, I’m right here.” I glared at him and looked out the window. The buildings closed around us and we were surrounded by cars.
“Why the hell are we in a limo in the first place?” I asked to whoever could hear me.
“Good question. Wouldn’t it just be easier to take a cab, or something smaller?” Ian chimed in.
I looked out of Ian’s window and saw a group of people walking down the sidewalk. I motioned for Ian to roll it down and shouted out,
“Hey guys!”
The group turned to face me and I saw who they were; Ray Johnson, Nice Peter, Justine and Toby Turner.
“Oh hey!” Justine walked to the window and peered in.
“You think we can walk down with you guys? We’re kinda stuck.” I smiled.
“Of course!” She smiled back and moved away from the door.
Ian and I got out of the limo and walked up to the group headed towards practice.
“So, how excited are you two for this vidcon?” Justine started up a conversation.
“Pretty excited actually! You?” I answered for both of us.
“Definitely excited, this’ll be my first!” She shrugged her shoulders with a sweet smile.
“So you didn’t experience what happened last year?” Peter asked her.
“No, was it that thing with Shane?” she asked.
Ray spoke up, “Yeah, he was at his booth showing his videos and some of his friends told him it’d be funny to prank some people. So they did and they were harmless stunts. Until this man with his daughter came up to them and said that he was a bad influence on her and that he should either make better videos or stop making them altogether. He got angry at that and they had an argument and then something snapped in Shane and they ended up getting into a fist fight or something. I don’t know, I was only there at the beginning before things started getting too ugly.”
Toby laughed out loud which made me smile. It was pretty stupid to say the least.
“I was there last year too but never had any problems with him.” Toby said as he heelied passed us. Ian looked after him in envy; I knew he wanted to have the ability to walk again.
“So how did that happen to you?” Peter asked him, referring to his cast.
“Funny story…” I scratched the back of my head.
“I was hyped up on Red Bull and slammed my entire body into the ground.”
Toby laughed out loud again and yelled, “COOL STORY, BRO!”
We all laughed at the embarrassed Ian.
“Nah, I’m just kidding. That sucks, I hope you get better man.” He patted Ian’s shoulder.
“Thanks.”
We finally arrived in front of the stadium, and as far as I could tell, we were the first ones there.
I texted Tailynn a long text explaining what we were going to do today and who I had met up with; I already missed her a shit load.
We walked inside and I was automatically taken aback by the size of the place. Tables lined up the ulterior and interior of the place. In the back, I saw the giant speakers to the stage. My heart rate pumped up and I started to get both nervous and excited.
I began to walk up to someone who looked like they worked there when my phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the name. Finally, it was her!
“Hey sweetheart!” I exclaimed happily.
She giggled, “You were annoying this morning. I was sleeping darling, you know we have a large time difference now. But I’m fine nonetheless.”
“Oh, sorry about that.” I blushed, “I’m just having a great time here already!” I paced back towards the entrance and nodded at Ian who was still with the group of youtubers. He nodded back.
“I’m glad to hear that. At least one of us is having fun.” Her voice became soft.
“Oh right; I forgot about last night…is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure; I haven’t really talked to anyone but you since it happened.” I scratched my head and looked down at my shoes, guilty that I couldn’t be there for her. I heard a muffled shout and then Tay’s voice again,
“Speak of the devil… I have to go, my mother is calling me. I’ll call you later to let you know if I’m still alive or not.” She stifled a laugh.
“Alright. Well, I hope you remain alive; I love you very much.” I sighed, wishing I could hug her and make everything better.
“I love you very much too. See ya.”
“See ya.” I hung up and looked back up to see Ian hobbling over to me.
“Was that Tay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” My voice quivered. I gulped down the lump in my throat.
“Is she doin’ okay?”
“I think so. She can handle whatever is happening, she’s strong.” I smiled, reassuring myself.
“Yeah she is. She’ll be fine dude.” He gave me a comforting smile and patted my back.
She was gonna be okay; she could live without me…couldn’t she?
(PS I have nothing against Shane Dawson, this is just fiction)
“So why don’t you like Kaylea?”
I hesitated, searching for the right answer. “She’s not Tailynn. She’s too…I dunno…fake I guess.”
Ian snorted, “Fake my ass.”
“What do you mean ‘fake my ass’? She just seems too peppy, too plastic. Like a Barbie doll.”
“Well if you got to actually know her, maybe you’d change your mind.” We stopped at the door of our room.
“You’re forgetting an important part of my life; the fact that I can’t like anyone else, especially here.” Ian gave me a confused look. “My girlfriend.” I reminded him.
“Right,” he smiled, “I’m not telling you to ask her out and fall in love, I’m saying just get to know her first before you judge her. You two could be good friends.”
“Yeah, tell her that.” I muttered, “She already acts like she’s my girlfriend; have you seen the way she acts around me?”
“Yes but she can get over you.” Ian used his key to open the door.
“I hope so…”
We sat at the mini table near the giant window next to Ian’s bed and ate breakfast. I took out my phone to check my inbox, but still no reply from Tailynn.
“Common baby…”I mumbled to my phone. I really wanted to talk to her.
“Hey baby, just lettin’ ya know what’s up. We’re just eating some breakfast and gettin ready for practice/set-up. Please text when you get up; love you <3” I sent the message.
I finished my breakfast just as Damien barged into our room again.
“Let’s go guys, it’s time to go to the stadium to practice.” He rushed us out.
Ian and I grabbed our things that we needed and headed out the door. We made our way down the elevator and met up with all the youtubers in the main lobby. Somebody was on the top stair of the dining room space talking to the crowd.
“…And remember to keep it professional. I know most of you are comedians and all but last year things got a bit too hectic and we can’t have that happen again!”
We heard a “WOOOOOO!!!” Come from the opposite end of where we stood and saw two fists up in the air followed by a chanting of “SHANE, SHANE, SHANE, SHANE!”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t think twice of it. I knew Dawson was the one who caused the fight last year and everyone thought it was hilarious, like something pulled from Jackass or whatever. I just hoped he kept it professional this year, and not like some damn joke that he acted like it was.
“What’s wrong with that kid?” Ian asked me.
“No idea.” I replied.
The group started to split so we turned around and walked to the same limo we came in from. I texted Tay to let her know where we were going and if she was okay; I hoped she was.
The drive to the stadium was long and boring. Even though the limo had a ton of pushable buttons, Damien wouldn’t let us mess with them because he said the driver had a bad morning and didn’t want to yell at us. So Ian and I sat in the limo quiet and still. I drifted off to sleep but was woken up by a crutch to the knee.
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed and held my knee in pain.
“Wake up! I don’t wanna be in here alone with these guys.” Ian hissed at me.
“Seriously? You’re not alone, you idiot, I’m right here.” I glared at him and looked out the window. The buildings closed around us and we were surrounded by cars.
“Why the hell are we in a limo in the first place?” I asked to whoever could hear me.
“Good question. Wouldn’t it just be easier to take a cab, or something smaller?” Ian chimed in.
I looked out of Ian’s window and saw a group of people walking down the sidewalk. I motioned for Ian to roll it down and shouted out,
“Hey guys!”
The group turned to face me and I saw who they were; Ray Johnson, Nice Peter, Justine and Toby Turner.
“Oh hey!” Justine walked to the window and peered in.
“You think we can walk down with you guys? We’re kinda stuck.” I smiled.
“Of course!” She smiled back and moved away from the door.
Ian and I got out of the limo and walked up to the group headed towards practice.
“So, how excited are you two for this vidcon?” Justine started up a conversation.
“Pretty excited actually! You?” I answered for both of us.
“Definitely excited, this’ll be my first!” She shrugged her shoulders with a sweet smile.
“So you didn’t experience what happened last year?” Peter asked her.
“No, was it that thing with Shane?” she asked.
Ray spoke up, “Yeah, he was at his booth showing his videos and some of his friends told him it’d be funny to prank some people. So they did and they were harmless stunts. Until this man with his daughter came up to them and said that he was a bad influence on her and that he should either make better videos or stop making them altogether. He got angry at that and they had an argument and then something snapped in Shane and they ended up getting into a fist fight or something. I don’t know, I was only there at the beginning before things started getting too ugly.”
Toby laughed out loud which made me smile. It was pretty stupid to say the least.
“I was there last year too but never had any problems with him.” Toby said as he heelied passed us. Ian looked after him in envy; I knew he wanted to have the ability to walk again.
“So how did that happen to you?” Peter asked him, referring to his cast.
“Funny story…” I scratched the back of my head.
“I was hyped up on Red Bull and slammed my entire body into the ground.”
Toby laughed out loud again and yelled, “COOL STORY, BRO!”
We all laughed at the embarrassed Ian.
“Nah, I’m just kidding. That sucks, I hope you get better man.” He patted Ian’s shoulder.
“Thanks.”
We finally arrived in front of the stadium, and as far as I could tell, we were the first ones there.
I texted Tailynn a long text explaining what we were going to do today and who I had met up with; I already missed her a shit load.
We walked inside and I was automatically taken aback by the size of the place. Tables lined up the ulterior and interior of the place. In the back, I saw the giant speakers to the stage. My heart rate pumped up and I started to get both nervous and excited.
I began to walk up to someone who looked like they worked there when my phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the name. Finally, it was her!
“Hey sweetheart!” I exclaimed happily.
She giggled, “You were annoying this morning. I was sleeping darling, you know we have a large time difference now. But I’m fine nonetheless.”
“Oh, sorry about that.” I blushed, “I’m just having a great time here already!” I paced back towards the entrance and nodded at Ian who was still with the group of youtubers. He nodded back.
“I’m glad to hear that. At least one of us is having fun.” Her voice became soft.
“Oh right; I forgot about last night…is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure; I haven’t really talked to anyone but you since it happened.” I scratched my head and looked down at my shoes, guilty that I couldn’t be there for her. I heard a muffled shout and then Tay’s voice again,
“Speak of the devil… I have to go, my mother is calling me. I’ll call you later to let you know if I’m still alive or not.” She stifled a laugh.
“Alright. Well, I hope you remain alive; I love you very much.” I sighed, wishing I could hug her and make everything better.
“I love you very much too. See ya.”
“See ya.” I hung up and looked back up to see Ian hobbling over to me.
“Was that Tay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” My voice quivered. I gulped down the lump in my throat.
“Is she doin’ okay?”
“I think so. She can handle whatever is happening, she’s strong.” I smiled, reassuring myself.
“Yeah she is. She’ll be fine dude.” He gave me a comforting smile and patted my back.
She was gonna be okay; she could live without me…couldn’t she?
(PS I have nothing against Shane Dawson, this is just fiction)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
New York Secrets- Part 3
I stood up and threw an annoyed look at Ian who was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. I walked to the door and opened it just as the person was about to knock again. It was a hotel bagboy, barely 18, he looked bored as he said in monotone, “Here are your bags sir, have a nice evening.” With that said, he turned and walked back down the hallway to the elevators.
I rolled my eyes and picked up Ian and my bags. I hurled them into our room.
“Oh finally!” Ian exclaimed. He sat up and hopped over to his bag. He frantically unzipped it and pulled out a thin plastic stick. He hopped back over to his bed before shoving the stick down his cast.
“Oh man, that feels so much better.” He said as he itched his leg.
“Nice…” I muttered and jumped onto my bed, “I’m going to bed now, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Right.” Ian managed to reply after his itching orgasm.
He threw the stick towards the general direction of our luggage; it bounced off the wall and landed near the door. I shook my head before covering it with the hotel bed sheets. I fell asleep as soon as Ian turned off the lamp on our nightstand.
I woke up to the sound of Ian calling my name.
“Anthony! Anthony, there’s someone at the door, you should go get it!” I rolled over to look at his stupid face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I practically screamed, “Go get the door yourself, dumbass!!!”
For some reason Ian looked apauled.
“Ian, you wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me to answer the door when clearly you can do it by yourself.” I tried to explain.
Someone knocked on the door loudly.
“Just ask who it is.” I groaned.
“Oooo good idea!” Ian said. “Who is it?” he called out.
“It’s Damien; I’ve got info on vidcon for you guys; the schedule and whatnot.” Damien’s rich deep voice slid through the door.
“Go. Get. It.” I growled at Ian who finally obeyed.
“Fine…Jesus…” I heard him mumble as I rolled back over.
I heard the door click and open. Damien’s big footsteps thumped into our room. I heard a crack and Ian whine, “Awww man!!! That was my itching stick!”
I chuckled, “That’s what you get for leaving your shit everywhere.”
Damien’s footsteps continued further into my room until they stopped. I looked up and jumped; he was standing over my bed holding a folded piece of paper in his large hand.
“Here.” He threw it at me. It landed on my face. I slowly took it off and tried to read it.
“Breakfast- 5:30 – 6:45
Set Up- 7:00 – 9:30
Break- 9:30 – 10:00
Continue Set Up- 10:00 – 1:30
Lunch- 1:30” Was all I could make out for now.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:25 AM. This already sucked.
“Well, we should probably go if we wanna get some breakfast!” I heard Ian’s stomach growl.
“How can you be hungry already?” My voice was groggy from sleep.
“I don’t know; I’m a man, deal with it.” His stupid comment was too stupid for me to reply to. Instead, I motioned him towards me. Ian leaned over and I slapped him.
“You’re an idiot.” I said as he rubbed his cheek. He didn’t say anything, however, because he knew I acted this way in the morning, especially when it was early and I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep.
I sat up and grabbed my phone. I had to text Tay.
“Just woke up; wanted to see how you were. Love you.” I left it simple. She could’ve still been sleeping but I wasn’t sure.
I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes; I hated getting up this early. I sat on my bed for a couple of seconds, trying to get used to being awake; it was hard to keep my eyes open, especially in the dim lighting of our hotel room. Finally I got the energy to hoist myself off the bed and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my eyes were baggy, my upper lip had grown itself a little pedo ‘stache; I truly looked like a child rapist. The real problem was I didn’t really give a shit. But whether I liked it or not, I had to look presentable today so I combed out my hair and quickly shaved the pedo ‘stache before changing into a Smosh shirt and skinny jeans. After I was finished I looked in the mirror again; much better. I walked back into the main room and saw that Ian had left me for breakfast.
“Asshole…” I mumbled before grabbing the spare hotel key and my cell phone.
I looked at my inbox but to no avail; Tailynn hadn’t replied. I really wanted to talk to her so I decided it wouldn’t hurt to shoot her another text,
“hey Taybe, just wanted to see if you were awake yet, text me when you do. Love you.” I pushed send but my damn phone glitched up.
“Fuck…” I cursed as I tried to figure out if it had sent or not. I really had no idea so I just typed it up again and sent it.
“Stupid phone…” I grumbled before making my way to the hallway and down to the lobby where they were serving breakfast.
The lobby was crowded with YouTube celebrities. I spotted Kevin Jumba by the toast table with Ryan Higa close by. I also saw Ray Johnson by the bagles and iJustine talking to KassemG at the juice table. Finally Ian, with his giant cast and annoying crutches, caught my eye; he was talking to someone at the beginning of the buffet line; a girl. I sorta recognized her from the back but I wasn’t exactly sure who it was. There weren’t many women YouTubers at the convention except for some vloggers, music artists and make-up gurus…make-up gurus….oh shit.
Kaylea turned away from Ian and waved at me with a huge grin on her face. I gave a small wave and a half smile. I had to be nice even if I didn’t want to. I took a deep breath before walking over to them.
“Hey Anthony!” Kaylea’s shrill voice punched me in the face. I couldn’t stand happy people in the early morning.
“Uhm, hey Kaylea.” I tried to indicate that I didn’t want to talk.
“I’m so excited for this convention thingy, aren’t you?” she said before grabbing some fruit.
“Yep.” I yawned, trying to give her the idea.
“Ian and I were just about to tell each other what we were gonna do at our booths.”
“Oh really?” I got interested, “Ian, what were you gonna say?”
“That we’d probably just hand out and talk to people; have a playlist of our videos on screen and just answer some questions. Simple stuff like that.” Ian balanced his plate of fruit and a mini cereal box on his knee to adjust the crutches under his arm.
“Right. Well I hope that’s good enough. Plus our on-stage presentation slash skit.” I mentioned.
“Yeah that too,” Ian smiled, “We’re doing a skit of Benny Jean and Cletus then an exclusive Boxman rap.” Ian grabbed some fresh bacon from the buffet line and happily stuffed it into his mouth.
“Oh yeah! I heard that some YouTubers were doing shows onstage.” Kaylea poured herself a glass of ice water.
“Yep.” I repeated the simple word to her.
Ian spoke up, “Totally; Ryan and Kevin are doing Best Crew stuff, Freddie Wong has a little skit thingy, Ray is doing some viral video stand-up comedy, Machinema is sharing some live footage from E3, they’ve got a couple of music performers and at the end they’re gonna line up all the YouTubers and have a question and answer session. It’s gonna be freaking awesome.”
“Yeah, no kiddin’.” I smiled, feeling the excitement rush through my body. Then I remembered I had left Tailynn for all of this and my stomach sank. I missed her so much, and talking to Kaylea didn’t make it any better. I accidentally let out a sigh but walked away to the toast before anyone could ask me why. Kevin was still at the table; he looked frustrated.
“Hey man.” I started up a conversation.
“Oh hey.” He said, still staring at the toaster.
“What’s up?” I grabbed two pieces of white bread.
“You probably don’t want toast since the damn toaster isn’t working.” He noticed my gesture.
“Oh.” I replied but kept the bread on my paper plate. I took some strawberry jam and spread it on both slices. I didn’t really care that the toaster wasn’t working; I just wanted food.
“So, you likin’ New York so far?” I asked him.
“Yeah, Ryan, our friend Chester and I went sight seeing last night, we really didn’t get any sleep but we’re used to that now. We’re like vampires, never sleep—no need to.” He laughed and I joined in sympathy. Ryan walked up to us from the drink table and greeted me.
“Hey Anthony!” He high fived me.
“Nice to see you man!” I grinned, “we’ll have to collab again dude; you, Ian, Kevin and I.” I left out their friend since I didn’t know him too well.
“That’d be great! Plus I’ve had a script written out for a while so we could work around that.” Ryan said.
“Nice.” I nodded.
“Well we gotta eat fast,” Ryan motioned to Kev, “we have to get Chester and practice our Best Crew stuff.”
“Alright; I’ll catch you guys later then!” I high fived both them before they took off towards the elevators.
I took a bite out of my strawberry covered bread and jumped when someone touched my shoulder.
“Woah; take it easy there.” Ian backed up.
“Sorry,” I said, swallowing the bread, “I thought you were someone else…” I looked over his shoulder; no sign of Kaylea. “Common, we should get back to our room and get ready to set up.” I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards the elevators.
Ian attempted to eat while walking but he failed miserably. A couple of grapes rolled off his plate and his cereal spilled over. I sighed, knowing I had to be the one to clean it up.
“Thanks man.” Ian said and I grumbled an insincere, “you’re welcome.”
We jumped into the empty elevator but didn’t say a word ‘til we got to our floor. With the sound of Ian’s crutches clicking as he hopped he asked me…
I rolled my eyes and picked up Ian and my bags. I hurled them into our room.
“Oh finally!” Ian exclaimed. He sat up and hopped over to his bag. He frantically unzipped it and pulled out a thin plastic stick. He hopped back over to his bed before shoving the stick down his cast.
“Oh man, that feels so much better.” He said as he itched his leg.
“Nice…” I muttered and jumped onto my bed, “I’m going to bed now, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Right.” Ian managed to reply after his itching orgasm.
He threw the stick towards the general direction of our luggage; it bounced off the wall and landed near the door. I shook my head before covering it with the hotel bed sheets. I fell asleep as soon as Ian turned off the lamp on our nightstand.
I woke up to the sound of Ian calling my name.
“Anthony! Anthony, there’s someone at the door, you should go get it!” I rolled over to look at his stupid face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I practically screamed, “Go get the door yourself, dumbass!!!”
For some reason Ian looked apauled.
“Ian, you wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me to answer the door when clearly you can do it by yourself.” I tried to explain.
Someone knocked on the door loudly.
“Just ask who it is.” I groaned.
“Oooo good idea!” Ian said. “Who is it?” he called out.
“It’s Damien; I’ve got info on vidcon for you guys; the schedule and whatnot.” Damien’s rich deep voice slid through the door.
“Go. Get. It.” I growled at Ian who finally obeyed.
“Fine…Jesus…” I heard him mumble as I rolled back over.
I heard the door click and open. Damien’s big footsteps thumped into our room. I heard a crack and Ian whine, “Awww man!!! That was my itching stick!”
I chuckled, “That’s what you get for leaving your shit everywhere.”
Damien’s footsteps continued further into my room until they stopped. I looked up and jumped; he was standing over my bed holding a folded piece of paper in his large hand.
“Here.” He threw it at me. It landed on my face. I slowly took it off and tried to read it.
“Breakfast- 5:30 – 6:45
Set Up- 7:00 – 9:30
Break- 9:30 – 10:00
Continue Set Up- 10:00 – 1:30
Lunch- 1:30” Was all I could make out for now.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:25 AM. This already sucked.
“Well, we should probably go if we wanna get some breakfast!” I heard Ian’s stomach growl.
“How can you be hungry already?” My voice was groggy from sleep.
“I don’t know; I’m a man, deal with it.” His stupid comment was too stupid for me to reply to. Instead, I motioned him towards me. Ian leaned over and I slapped him.
“You’re an idiot.” I said as he rubbed his cheek. He didn’t say anything, however, because he knew I acted this way in the morning, especially when it was early and I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep.
I sat up and grabbed my phone. I had to text Tay.
“Just woke up; wanted to see how you were. Love you.” I left it simple. She could’ve still been sleeping but I wasn’t sure.
I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes; I hated getting up this early. I sat on my bed for a couple of seconds, trying to get used to being awake; it was hard to keep my eyes open, especially in the dim lighting of our hotel room. Finally I got the energy to hoist myself off the bed and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my eyes were baggy, my upper lip had grown itself a little pedo ‘stache; I truly looked like a child rapist. The real problem was I didn’t really give a shit. But whether I liked it or not, I had to look presentable today so I combed out my hair and quickly shaved the pedo ‘stache before changing into a Smosh shirt and skinny jeans. After I was finished I looked in the mirror again; much better. I walked back into the main room and saw that Ian had left me for breakfast.
“Asshole…” I mumbled before grabbing the spare hotel key and my cell phone.
I looked at my inbox but to no avail; Tailynn hadn’t replied. I really wanted to talk to her so I decided it wouldn’t hurt to shoot her another text,
“hey Taybe, just wanted to see if you were awake yet, text me when you do. Love you.” I pushed send but my damn phone glitched up.
“Fuck…” I cursed as I tried to figure out if it had sent or not. I really had no idea so I just typed it up again and sent it.
“Stupid phone…” I grumbled before making my way to the hallway and down to the lobby where they were serving breakfast.
The lobby was crowded with YouTube celebrities. I spotted Kevin Jumba by the toast table with Ryan Higa close by. I also saw Ray Johnson by the bagles and iJustine talking to KassemG at the juice table. Finally Ian, with his giant cast and annoying crutches, caught my eye; he was talking to someone at the beginning of the buffet line; a girl. I sorta recognized her from the back but I wasn’t exactly sure who it was. There weren’t many women YouTubers at the convention except for some vloggers, music artists and make-up gurus…make-up gurus….oh shit.
Kaylea turned away from Ian and waved at me with a huge grin on her face. I gave a small wave and a half smile. I had to be nice even if I didn’t want to. I took a deep breath before walking over to them.
“Hey Anthony!” Kaylea’s shrill voice punched me in the face. I couldn’t stand happy people in the early morning.
“Uhm, hey Kaylea.” I tried to indicate that I didn’t want to talk.
“I’m so excited for this convention thingy, aren’t you?” she said before grabbing some fruit.
“Yep.” I yawned, trying to give her the idea.
“Ian and I were just about to tell each other what we were gonna do at our booths.”
“Oh really?” I got interested, “Ian, what were you gonna say?”
“That we’d probably just hand out and talk to people; have a playlist of our videos on screen and just answer some questions. Simple stuff like that.” Ian balanced his plate of fruit and a mini cereal box on his knee to adjust the crutches under his arm.
“Right. Well I hope that’s good enough. Plus our on-stage presentation slash skit.” I mentioned.
“Yeah that too,” Ian smiled, “We’re doing a skit of Benny Jean and Cletus then an exclusive Boxman rap.” Ian grabbed some fresh bacon from the buffet line and happily stuffed it into his mouth.
“Oh yeah! I heard that some YouTubers were doing shows onstage.” Kaylea poured herself a glass of ice water.
“Yep.” I repeated the simple word to her.
Ian spoke up, “Totally; Ryan and Kevin are doing Best Crew stuff, Freddie Wong has a little skit thingy, Ray is doing some viral video stand-up comedy, Machinema is sharing some live footage from E3, they’ve got a couple of music performers and at the end they’re gonna line up all the YouTubers and have a question and answer session. It’s gonna be freaking awesome.”
“Yeah, no kiddin’.” I smiled, feeling the excitement rush through my body. Then I remembered I had left Tailynn for all of this and my stomach sank. I missed her so much, and talking to Kaylea didn’t make it any better. I accidentally let out a sigh but walked away to the toast before anyone could ask me why. Kevin was still at the table; he looked frustrated.
“Hey man.” I started up a conversation.
“Oh hey.” He said, still staring at the toaster.
“What’s up?” I grabbed two pieces of white bread.
“You probably don’t want toast since the damn toaster isn’t working.” He noticed my gesture.
“Oh.” I replied but kept the bread on my paper plate. I took some strawberry jam and spread it on both slices. I didn’t really care that the toaster wasn’t working; I just wanted food.
“So, you likin’ New York so far?” I asked him.
“Yeah, Ryan, our friend Chester and I went sight seeing last night, we really didn’t get any sleep but we’re used to that now. We’re like vampires, never sleep—no need to.” He laughed and I joined in sympathy. Ryan walked up to us from the drink table and greeted me.
“Hey Anthony!” He high fived me.
“Nice to see you man!” I grinned, “we’ll have to collab again dude; you, Ian, Kevin and I.” I left out their friend since I didn’t know him too well.
“That’d be great! Plus I’ve had a script written out for a while so we could work around that.” Ryan said.
“Nice.” I nodded.
“Well we gotta eat fast,” Ryan motioned to Kev, “we have to get Chester and practice our Best Crew stuff.”
“Alright; I’ll catch you guys later then!” I high fived both them before they took off towards the elevators.
I took a bite out of my strawberry covered bread and jumped when someone touched my shoulder.
“Woah; take it easy there.” Ian backed up.
“Sorry,” I said, swallowing the bread, “I thought you were someone else…” I looked over his shoulder; no sign of Kaylea. “Common, we should get back to our room and get ready to set up.” I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards the elevators.
Ian attempted to eat while walking but he failed miserably. A couple of grapes rolled off his plate and his cereal spilled over. I sighed, knowing I had to be the one to clean it up.
“Thanks man.” Ian said and I grumbled an insincere, “you’re welcome.”
We jumped into the empty elevator but didn’t say a word ‘til we got to our floor. With the sound of Ian’s crutches clicking as he hopped he asked me…
Thursday, May 19, 2011
New York Secrets- Part 2
We got off the plane and into the New York City airport very slowly; slower than usual because of Ian’s temporary disability. We attracted more attention than we wanted. People gave us looks similar to the look Kaylea gave me when she said we looked familiar. Ian took out his special sunglasses to disguise his famous blue eyes and I took out a new beanie from my suitcase to disguise my recognizable hair. That took away some attention but it was still awkward.
I looked at Ian and laughed; he looked like a blind disabled person. At least he was completely hidden from the rest of the crowd, as I was not. I decided not to worry about it as much as I was. At least Tailynn wasn’t here so I wouldn’t get shit for having a girlfriend; God forbid I even have one. Girls were very mean to her and I didn’t see exactly why. Tailynn is beautiful, smart, talented, creative, expressive, just perfect and she made me the happiest person alive. Selfish jealous girls just couldn’t see passed their own egos to be happy for me. It really pissed me off.
“Hey, look at that!” Ian’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked over to see him pointing to a group of people. One person held up a huge sign that said “YouTube Vidcon!” We headed towards their direction. When we got closer we saw that the group of people was actually a line of individual people holding signs with specific names on them. I recognized a lot of names; Chester See, Ryan Higa, Kevin Jumba, Shane Dawson, Fred, and…Kaylea Swan. I ran passed her sign as fast as I could to avoid coming in any type of contact with her. Ian did his best to keep up with me, and he did well for a guy who’d been on crutches for barely a week. We slowed down when we saw a bulky black guy in a grey suit with a purple tie holding a sign that said “SMOSH” in big letters at the top and “Anthony Padilla & Ian Hecox” on the bottom in smaller letters.
“This is us!” I smiled at the man to let him know we were Smosh. Ian hobbled over next to me.
“Hello person.” Ian greeted him.
“The name is Damien.” The guy said in a rich deep voice. His lips were in a straight line and he didn’t look at either of us.
“You seem like a swell guy.” Ian smirked. I laughed until Damien shot me a look that stabbed my eyes. I looked away almost fearing for my life before getting the courage to ask him what we were going to do now that we were here.
“We’re gonna go down to the hotel you’re staying at.” He eyed Ian, “judging from your state of health, we’re gonna have to move more slowly than the others.” His voice was deeper than deep. He really scared me especially since he was like, seven feet tall!
“Hey dude, I can do things on my own perfectly well. And speedy fast. Like a ninja!” Ian threw down his crutches and balanced on one foot; his hands were flat and he posed like he was gonna karate chop Damien in the throat. At least he wasn’t scared of him.
Ian’s stance caused Damien to…smile. Smile? I didn’t even know smiling was in his vocabulary let alone him knowing how to do it!
“Oh you guys are so funny!” his sudden change of emotion made me kinda happy. Damien actually thought we were cool!
“So, you’re a fan of Smosh?” I asked quietly as Ian picked up his crutches.
“Of course Anthony!” he looked at me, his eyes were kinder than the last time he looked at me, “That’s why I asked to hold up Smosh’s sign! Also, I thought it’d be really funny if I acted like a tough body guard. You should’ve seen your face, you were scared as hell!” he erupted into a fit of laughter. I smiled at him but gave Ian a look that said “this guy is crazy”. He nodded in return, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
After Damien was finished laughing his ass off, he wiped away some tears and took a deep breath before taking Ian’s suitcase that I had set down. He offered to take my suitcase which was still in my hand but I solemnly refused; I had enough of this guy for today.
I gave him a polite smile to let him know I could handle it myself and he accepted it. Damien led us out of the newly packed airport and outside to a line of cars. We walked around the line and followed Damien to a black limo. A fricken black limo!!!
“Really?” I thought out loud.
Ian woo-ed and attempted to open the door. “Damn these stupid crutches!” he cursed. I took charge and opened the back door for him.
“Thanks Anthony.” He said as he hopped into the limo, broken leg first.
I gave Damien my suitcase to put in the trunk and jumped in after Ian. The limo was bigger inside than it looked. I gawked around the limo, admiring the smooth leather seats and examining the various buttons on the other side of the door. This was just too cool.
“This is just too cool!” Ian exclaimed. I laughed; we always thought the same things, people swore we could’ve been long lost brothers.
We took off as soon as Damien got into the front seat. When I looked out the window, I saw Ryan Higa getting into another limo with Kevin Jumba. Those two were cool guys, I was glad they were gonna be at Vidcon; I was relieved I’d know at least two more people there.
The limo took off onto the highway; Ian and I barely talked, we stared outside the tinted windows the entire time to see New York City’s buildings slowly pass by. When we finally arrived at the rim of the city my stomach flipped; I really wished Tailynn was here with me. It would’ve been amazing to share this experience with her. Instead, I was stuck with this broken goofball; not that I didn’t like Ian’s presence but truthfully I’d rather have my fully functional girlfriend. And I’m sure Ian would rather have his too. Even so, I tried my best to have a good time and call Tay whenever I had the chance to.
The limo driver took some turns here and there and a lot of stops were taken too. I almost got fed up that we were taking so long to get to the hotel but the last stop we took, the door opened. Damien held it open and Ian and I got out to see a gigantic 5 star hotel awaiting us.
“Whoa-ly shit.” I uttered.
“Whoa-ly shit is right.” Ian’s voice creeped up behind me.
A hotel concierge opened the door for both of us and we walked into the hotel. This place was freaking AMAZING. The ceiling was at least 15 feet tall, it looked endless, and the staircase that led up to the rooms was crazy big. The hotel walls were painted a dark yellow, and the dimmed lights around the lobby made it look gold. The concierge desk was just filling up with people from Vidcon, luckily Damien had set our things on a cart and was getting our room as we oo-ed and awe-ed at the elegant things around us that we never got to see in Sacramento.
It took Damien faster than expected to get us our room keys. When he approached us he had to snap us out of our trance.
“Hey guys, I got you your room keys. I gotta go get your booth ready at the Vidcon Fest so I’ll see you two later.” Damien gave us both high fives; he almost knocked Ian over with his giant meaty hand. I chuckled as Ian and I made our way to the now crowded elevator. Our luggage had to take a different route but I trusted the hotel workers to get it all figured out.
I was getting very tired so I decided as soon as we got into the room I was gonna call Tay then totally pass out. This hotel had about 10 floors and we were on the fifth. We stopped on every floor but it was still crowded by the time we got to ours.
When we finally got off on our floor we strolled down the hallway until we saw our room number, “514”. I used the key and opened the door; I was just about to rush into the room when two soft voices said my name.
“Anthony? Ian?” I looked to my right and saw two girls standing next to me holding pieces of paper to their chests.
“Yes?” I smiled at them.
“I-my-hi-I’m uh…” one of the girls stammered. I held in a laugh.
“I’m Sammi, this is my best friend Shari we’re HEEEUGE Smoshers I can’t believe you’re really Anthony Padilla!”
“I’m Ian Hecox!” Ian chipped into the excitement.
“Ian!” the girl whom I presumed was Shari spoke. I looked at Ian who was beaming from ear-to-ear at the attention he was getting. “What happened to you?” she continued.
“I was being a freaking ninja but my abilities failed on me and I broke my knee. No need to worry about me though, I’ll be better soon.” He smiled at the girls again.
“Can we sign your cast?” Sammi asked him.
“Oh, sure!” Ian held up his leg and the girls took turns writing something on his leg with their sharpie. “Thanks!” he said after they finished.
“Now can you guys sign these?” Shari handed me a picture of Ian and I from Food Battle 2010.
“Yeah.” I said and took the pen she was motioning to me with. I signed my name and gave the pen to Ian to sign his. We switched papers and signed again. When we were finished, I decided to do the polite thing and offer a hug.
Sammi squeeled and jumped into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I coughed but stayed friendly and nice after she let go. Sammi moved on to Ian and I heard his breath let out. I laughed and hugged Shari. Her touch was softer, perhaps too soft. I supposed she was just nervous concidering how she couldn’t speak to me two minutes ago. She moved to Ian and then they separated from us, waving goodbye.
“That felt cool.” I said as we finally got into our room and shut the door.
“Yeah, I’m fucking tired though.” Ian jumped onto the bed closest to the window.
“Screw you man I get the window bed!” I whipped off my beanie and threw it at his face.
“I’m the injured man so I get first pick!” Ian picked up one of his crutches and hurled it at me.
I jumped out of the way and it hit the door. “DUDE!” I yelled at him. He laughed as I picked it up and threw it back at him. He blocked it with his cast,
“Wawwwww!!!” He impersonated Bruce Lee.
“FINE.” I surrendered to his ninja-ness and took the bed next to the closet.
As soon as my head hit the fluffy hotel pillow, I took out my phone and speed dialed Tailynn. She answered on the second ring,
“Hey baby.” I loved hearing her voice but I recognized her tone. Something was wrong.
“Hey Tay, you sound…upset.” I tried to find the right words without making her madder than she must’ve been.
“I just…um…slapped a bitch and made her bleed.” I laughed at her random explanation. She began to explain what happened in detail but that just made me laugh more.
“Wow, I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.” I said after she was finished.
“You should be both. You should know by now if someone pisses me off, I’ll beat their ass!” She laughed; my heart raced. I loved her sweet laugh.
“Well, I’ll make sure to never make you angry,” I tried to reassure her that I’d never hurt her, “I don’t want my ass to be beat, especially from my beautiful girlfriend. You know how much I love you.” I turned the conversation around to make it about us. I loved her so much.
“I love you too.” Her tone was soft.
“I already miss you so much. I thought I could do this but knowing how far away you are, it…it hurts.” I held back tears. I didn’t want her or Ian to hear me cry.
“I miss you too…”
“Well…” I proceeded on telling her everything that happened after we separated at the airport.
“That’s awesome!” she replied to my comment about what happened with Sammi and Shari. “Listen, I just wanted you to know that we’re gonna be okay without each other for two weeks. This could be beneficial to our relationship, missing each other could make us stronger.” She was so good at making me feel better.
Suddenly, someone knocked on our hotel door. I looked at Ian and motioned him to get it but he ignored me. I clenched my fist, he was gonna make me say goodbye to Tailynn and answer the door myself.
“You’re right; missing you could be very beneficial. We could be a lot closer. I love you baby,” the person knocked again, this time harder, “I have to go now but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alrighty. I love you too. Goodnight.”
I sighed, realizing I had to say goodbye yet again, “Goodnight.”
I looked at Ian and laughed; he looked like a blind disabled person. At least he was completely hidden from the rest of the crowd, as I was not. I decided not to worry about it as much as I was. At least Tailynn wasn’t here so I wouldn’t get shit for having a girlfriend; God forbid I even have one. Girls were very mean to her and I didn’t see exactly why. Tailynn is beautiful, smart, talented, creative, expressive, just perfect and she made me the happiest person alive. Selfish jealous girls just couldn’t see passed their own egos to be happy for me. It really pissed me off.
“Hey, look at that!” Ian’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked over to see him pointing to a group of people. One person held up a huge sign that said “YouTube Vidcon!” We headed towards their direction. When we got closer we saw that the group of people was actually a line of individual people holding signs with specific names on them. I recognized a lot of names; Chester See, Ryan Higa, Kevin Jumba, Shane Dawson, Fred, and…Kaylea Swan. I ran passed her sign as fast as I could to avoid coming in any type of contact with her. Ian did his best to keep up with me, and he did well for a guy who’d been on crutches for barely a week. We slowed down when we saw a bulky black guy in a grey suit with a purple tie holding a sign that said “SMOSH” in big letters at the top and “Anthony Padilla & Ian Hecox” on the bottom in smaller letters.
“This is us!” I smiled at the man to let him know we were Smosh. Ian hobbled over next to me.
“Hello person.” Ian greeted him.
“The name is Damien.” The guy said in a rich deep voice. His lips were in a straight line and he didn’t look at either of us.
“You seem like a swell guy.” Ian smirked. I laughed until Damien shot me a look that stabbed my eyes. I looked away almost fearing for my life before getting the courage to ask him what we were going to do now that we were here.
“We’re gonna go down to the hotel you’re staying at.” He eyed Ian, “judging from your state of health, we’re gonna have to move more slowly than the others.” His voice was deeper than deep. He really scared me especially since he was like, seven feet tall!
“Hey dude, I can do things on my own perfectly well. And speedy fast. Like a ninja!” Ian threw down his crutches and balanced on one foot; his hands were flat and he posed like he was gonna karate chop Damien in the throat. At least he wasn’t scared of him.
Ian’s stance caused Damien to…smile. Smile? I didn’t even know smiling was in his vocabulary let alone him knowing how to do it!
“Oh you guys are so funny!” his sudden change of emotion made me kinda happy. Damien actually thought we were cool!
“So, you’re a fan of Smosh?” I asked quietly as Ian picked up his crutches.
“Of course Anthony!” he looked at me, his eyes were kinder than the last time he looked at me, “That’s why I asked to hold up Smosh’s sign! Also, I thought it’d be really funny if I acted like a tough body guard. You should’ve seen your face, you were scared as hell!” he erupted into a fit of laughter. I smiled at him but gave Ian a look that said “this guy is crazy”. He nodded in return, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
After Damien was finished laughing his ass off, he wiped away some tears and took a deep breath before taking Ian’s suitcase that I had set down. He offered to take my suitcase which was still in my hand but I solemnly refused; I had enough of this guy for today.
I gave him a polite smile to let him know I could handle it myself and he accepted it. Damien led us out of the newly packed airport and outside to a line of cars. We walked around the line and followed Damien to a black limo. A fricken black limo!!!
“Really?” I thought out loud.
Ian woo-ed and attempted to open the door. “Damn these stupid crutches!” he cursed. I took charge and opened the back door for him.
“Thanks Anthony.” He said as he hopped into the limo, broken leg first.
I gave Damien my suitcase to put in the trunk and jumped in after Ian. The limo was bigger inside than it looked. I gawked around the limo, admiring the smooth leather seats and examining the various buttons on the other side of the door. This was just too cool.
“This is just too cool!” Ian exclaimed. I laughed; we always thought the same things, people swore we could’ve been long lost brothers.
We took off as soon as Damien got into the front seat. When I looked out the window, I saw Ryan Higa getting into another limo with Kevin Jumba. Those two were cool guys, I was glad they were gonna be at Vidcon; I was relieved I’d know at least two more people there.
The limo took off onto the highway; Ian and I barely talked, we stared outside the tinted windows the entire time to see New York City’s buildings slowly pass by. When we finally arrived at the rim of the city my stomach flipped; I really wished Tailynn was here with me. It would’ve been amazing to share this experience with her. Instead, I was stuck with this broken goofball; not that I didn’t like Ian’s presence but truthfully I’d rather have my fully functional girlfriend. And I’m sure Ian would rather have his too. Even so, I tried my best to have a good time and call Tay whenever I had the chance to.
The limo driver took some turns here and there and a lot of stops were taken too. I almost got fed up that we were taking so long to get to the hotel but the last stop we took, the door opened. Damien held it open and Ian and I got out to see a gigantic 5 star hotel awaiting us.
“Whoa-ly shit.” I uttered.
“Whoa-ly shit is right.” Ian’s voice creeped up behind me.
A hotel concierge opened the door for both of us and we walked into the hotel. This place was freaking AMAZING. The ceiling was at least 15 feet tall, it looked endless, and the staircase that led up to the rooms was crazy big. The hotel walls were painted a dark yellow, and the dimmed lights around the lobby made it look gold. The concierge desk was just filling up with people from Vidcon, luckily Damien had set our things on a cart and was getting our room as we oo-ed and awe-ed at the elegant things around us that we never got to see in Sacramento.
It took Damien faster than expected to get us our room keys. When he approached us he had to snap us out of our trance.
“Hey guys, I got you your room keys. I gotta go get your booth ready at the Vidcon Fest so I’ll see you two later.” Damien gave us both high fives; he almost knocked Ian over with his giant meaty hand. I chuckled as Ian and I made our way to the now crowded elevator. Our luggage had to take a different route but I trusted the hotel workers to get it all figured out.
I was getting very tired so I decided as soon as we got into the room I was gonna call Tay then totally pass out. This hotel had about 10 floors and we were on the fifth. We stopped on every floor but it was still crowded by the time we got to ours.
When we finally got off on our floor we strolled down the hallway until we saw our room number, “514”. I used the key and opened the door; I was just about to rush into the room when two soft voices said my name.
“Anthony? Ian?” I looked to my right and saw two girls standing next to me holding pieces of paper to their chests.
“Yes?” I smiled at them.
“I-my-hi-I’m uh…” one of the girls stammered. I held in a laugh.
“I’m Sammi, this is my best friend Shari we’re HEEEUGE Smoshers I can’t believe you’re really Anthony Padilla!”
“I’m Ian Hecox!” Ian chipped into the excitement.
“Ian!” the girl whom I presumed was Shari spoke. I looked at Ian who was beaming from ear-to-ear at the attention he was getting. “What happened to you?” she continued.
“I was being a freaking ninja but my abilities failed on me and I broke my knee. No need to worry about me though, I’ll be better soon.” He smiled at the girls again.
“Can we sign your cast?” Sammi asked him.
“Oh, sure!” Ian held up his leg and the girls took turns writing something on his leg with their sharpie. “Thanks!” he said after they finished.
“Now can you guys sign these?” Shari handed me a picture of Ian and I from Food Battle 2010.
“Yeah.” I said and took the pen she was motioning to me with. I signed my name and gave the pen to Ian to sign his. We switched papers and signed again. When we were finished, I decided to do the polite thing and offer a hug.
Sammi squeeled and jumped into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I coughed but stayed friendly and nice after she let go. Sammi moved on to Ian and I heard his breath let out. I laughed and hugged Shari. Her touch was softer, perhaps too soft. I supposed she was just nervous concidering how she couldn’t speak to me two minutes ago. She moved to Ian and then they separated from us, waving goodbye.
“That felt cool.” I said as we finally got into our room and shut the door.
“Yeah, I’m fucking tired though.” Ian jumped onto the bed closest to the window.
“Screw you man I get the window bed!” I whipped off my beanie and threw it at his face.
“I’m the injured man so I get first pick!” Ian picked up one of his crutches and hurled it at me.
I jumped out of the way and it hit the door. “DUDE!” I yelled at him. He laughed as I picked it up and threw it back at him. He blocked it with his cast,
“Wawwwww!!!” He impersonated Bruce Lee.
“FINE.” I surrendered to his ninja-ness and took the bed next to the closet.
As soon as my head hit the fluffy hotel pillow, I took out my phone and speed dialed Tailynn. She answered on the second ring,
“Hey baby.” I loved hearing her voice but I recognized her tone. Something was wrong.
“Hey Tay, you sound…upset.” I tried to find the right words without making her madder than she must’ve been.
“I just…um…slapped a bitch and made her bleed.” I laughed at her random explanation. She began to explain what happened in detail but that just made me laugh more.
“Wow, I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.” I said after she was finished.
“You should be both. You should know by now if someone pisses me off, I’ll beat their ass!” She laughed; my heart raced. I loved her sweet laugh.
“Well, I’ll make sure to never make you angry,” I tried to reassure her that I’d never hurt her, “I don’t want my ass to be beat, especially from my beautiful girlfriend. You know how much I love you.” I turned the conversation around to make it about us. I loved her so much.
“I love you too.” Her tone was soft.
“I already miss you so much. I thought I could do this but knowing how far away you are, it…it hurts.” I held back tears. I didn’t want her or Ian to hear me cry.
“I miss you too…”
“Well…” I proceeded on telling her everything that happened after we separated at the airport.
“That’s awesome!” she replied to my comment about what happened with Sammi and Shari. “Listen, I just wanted you to know that we’re gonna be okay without each other for two weeks. This could be beneficial to our relationship, missing each other could make us stronger.” She was so good at making me feel better.
Suddenly, someone knocked on our hotel door. I looked at Ian and motioned him to get it but he ignored me. I clenched my fist, he was gonna make me say goodbye to Tailynn and answer the door myself.
“You’re right; missing you could be very beneficial. We could be a lot closer. I love you baby,” the person knocked again, this time harder, “I have to go now but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alrighty. I love you too. Goodnight.”
I sighed, realizing I had to say goodbye yet again, “Goodnight.”
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
New York Secrets- Part 1
Well, not EXACTLY a new story but it's what happens to Anthony and Ian in New York. This starts at the end of Part 12 of Live, Laugh, Learn, Love when Tailynn and Anthony say goodbye in the airport. Enjoy! :D
“Flight 33 now boarding.” Mine and Ian’s flight was called.
I looked up before muttering, “Oh well, that’s us.”
Tailynn hugged me again and separated from me; her soft warm hands cupped around my cheeks as she said, “Call me every day.” She kissed me before I said,
“Don’t worry, I will.” We kissed again until we heard Flight 50 being called.
“Guess I have to go before they leave without me.” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Okay; us too.” I smiled at her before she turned around and walked towards her gateway. I watched her with longing eyes; I already wanted her back in my arms. I was snapped out of her hypnotic movement when someone knocked me upside the head.
“What the fuck Ian?!” I yelled at him and turned around.
“Dude, we have to go, they’re gonna leave without us.” Ian hobbled over to the New York boarding gate and I had no choice but to follow.
I drug my feet across the ugly blue carpet, not wanting to leave California without my girl. Ian made an attempt to turn around to say, “Common Anthony, I know you want to be with her again but you have to trust me when I say you can live without her for two weeks. Besides, it’s not like you’ll never talk to her while you’re away; call her everyday.” His reassuring words caused me to grin and pick up my feet.
“Thanks man.” I said as I passed by him to enter the gate to New York.
We got onto the plane in an awkward manner; Ian couldn’t exactly fit into the narrow aisles with his giant crutches, so I had to hold them while he maneuvered around the plane by grabbing onto the seats and hopping down to where our seats were. I’m not gonna lie; I kind of felt like an idiot. But when we finally found our seats, which were near the back (thankfully on the opposite side of the bathroom), I felt comfortable and ready to take on New York.
“Let’s do this!” I quietly exclaimed to whoever could hear.
After all protocol was finished, we fastened our seatbelts and were ready to take off.
Ian cupped his hand over his mouth and made a radio noise, “Chhhhk, we’re here on Flight 33 ready to lift off. Everything seems in place, seat belts are on, cell phones are off, Anthony is ready to scream and cry—”
“Shut up Ian, that was one time! And I was seven!!!” But my defensive comment didn’t bring him out of character,
“Chhhhk, shut up Anthony; no one asked you. Anyway, we’re in lift off in five…four…three…two…one!” the airplane started to move on cue.
“Hell yeah!” Ian exclaimed a little too loud. He did have some reason to be excited; every time we were on a plane and he tried counting down, he was always seconds off. This was just one of Ian’s dozens of weird quirks.
After a while of being in the air, our seatbelts safe to come off, Ian had already fallen asleep on my shoulder, which was pretty damn weird. I debated on waking him up or not but after all he’d been through in the last week, I might as well be a good friend and let him sleep. On that note, I ended up drifting off to sleep as well and when I woke up an hour and a half later, I found that my head was resting on the top of Ian’s. That startled me which woke him up. He jumped up after he realized he was on my shoulder.
“Dude!!!” his bowl haircut was sticking out in different directions, “Why didn’t you wake me? We were having a gay fest on your shoulder; what, you didn’t mind?”
I laughed, “Yes, I did mind but I was actually being nice to you believe it or not. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed sleep!”
“I’m sorry guys,” a young woman turned around in front of us, “but can you two please keep it down? My brother is trying to sleep.”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” I smiled at her and elbowed Ian in the stomach. He grunted but didn’t say a word.
“Thank you.” She showed me a stunning smile and turned back around. She didn’t remain there for long though, “Hey, you look really familiar; do I know you?”
“You might. I’m Anthony Padilla. I’m from a YouTube channel called—”
“Smosh!” she interrupted me, “I know you looked familiar!” her fan-attitude made me perk up and smile, it’d been a while since I’d met a star struck girl.
“I’m Kaylea.” She held out her hand. It was soft when I shook it; it reminded me of Tailynn. I reassured myself that Kaylea was just a pretty girl on a plane, and Tailynn was my beautiful, charming, amazing girlfriend; my girlfriend whom had once hated my guts. I quickly swiped away those first moments we met from my mind and focused on what we’d recently became and would become in the future.
As the flight progressed, so did my conversation with Kaylea. I learned that she was on this flight back home from Los Angeles with her younger brother.
“Oh cool, that’s where my girlfriend lives.” I mentioned Tailynn.
“Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend…” Kaylea became curious.
“Yeah, her name is Tailynn Richards, you might’ve read a book or two from her.” I always made sure to promote my baby girl.
“Nope, can’t say that I have.” Kaylea’s body had shifted slightly back to the front of her seat. I could tell the mere mention of my love life bothered her; so I changed the subject.
“Ian and I are flying to New York for YouTube Vidcon—you heard of it?”
“Heard of it? I go every year! I kind of have to since…well, I’m part of the festival myself!” she smiled with pride.
“Really? What do you do?” I leaned towards her.
“I’m a make-up guru. Believe it or not, but my entire face right now is covered in it. This perfect skin here?” she pointed to her cheeks, “total 100% concealer. You thought it was real huh?” I slowly nodded. Tailynn never wore concealer so I wasn’t exactly sure how it was suppose to look.
“Wow, that’s….interesting.” I tried not to sound slightly disgusted, “so do you have a lot of subscribers then?”
“Yeah, a couple hundred thousand; YouTube Vidcon asked me to bring some make-up stuff to show how I do the videos. So yeah!” she grinned widely.
“Yeah…well, I think a girl can be gorgeous just the way she is. Make-up isn’t what makes a person beautiful.” I tried voicing my opinion as gently as possible.
“Sometimes women need help enhancing her features. You should suggest that to Taylor.” I barely heard her mumble.
“Tailynn? She’s beautiful even when she wakes up in the morning.” I smiled just thinking of her glowing face.
The rest of the flight was quiet. Not even Ian spoke after he heard our discussion. When we finally landed, Kaylea turned back to face me.
“If you wanna talk again, here.” She handed me a piece of crumpled paper. I opened it up to reveal a phone number.
“Better throw that away man, before Tay finds out. Kaylea’s hot but truthfully, Tailynn is hotter.” Ian snuck up behind me and saw her number.
“Yeah, I know.” I said as we filed out of the plane. A trashcan waited near the exit of the plane. I casually threw away the paper and waved goodbye to the airline waitress’. This Kaylea girl was an interesting person; but I didn’t want anyone to get in the way of my feelings for Tailynn. Hopefully, I wouldn’t see her at YouTube Vidcon. I just couldn’t afford it.
“Flight 33 now boarding.” Mine and Ian’s flight was called.
I looked up before muttering, “Oh well, that’s us.”
Tailynn hugged me again and separated from me; her soft warm hands cupped around my cheeks as she said, “Call me every day.” She kissed me before I said,
“Don’t worry, I will.” We kissed again until we heard Flight 50 being called.
“Guess I have to go before they leave without me.” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Okay; us too.” I smiled at her before she turned around and walked towards her gateway. I watched her with longing eyes; I already wanted her back in my arms. I was snapped out of her hypnotic movement when someone knocked me upside the head.
“What the fuck Ian?!” I yelled at him and turned around.
“Dude, we have to go, they’re gonna leave without us.” Ian hobbled over to the New York boarding gate and I had no choice but to follow.
I drug my feet across the ugly blue carpet, not wanting to leave California without my girl. Ian made an attempt to turn around to say, “Common Anthony, I know you want to be with her again but you have to trust me when I say you can live without her for two weeks. Besides, it’s not like you’ll never talk to her while you’re away; call her everyday.” His reassuring words caused me to grin and pick up my feet.
“Thanks man.” I said as I passed by him to enter the gate to New York.
We got onto the plane in an awkward manner; Ian couldn’t exactly fit into the narrow aisles with his giant crutches, so I had to hold them while he maneuvered around the plane by grabbing onto the seats and hopping down to where our seats were. I’m not gonna lie; I kind of felt like an idiot. But when we finally found our seats, which were near the back (thankfully on the opposite side of the bathroom), I felt comfortable and ready to take on New York.
“Let’s do this!” I quietly exclaimed to whoever could hear.
After all protocol was finished, we fastened our seatbelts and were ready to take off.
Ian cupped his hand over his mouth and made a radio noise, “Chhhhk, we’re here on Flight 33 ready to lift off. Everything seems in place, seat belts are on, cell phones are off, Anthony is ready to scream and cry—”
“Shut up Ian, that was one time! And I was seven!!!” But my defensive comment didn’t bring him out of character,
“Chhhhk, shut up Anthony; no one asked you. Anyway, we’re in lift off in five…four…three…two…one!” the airplane started to move on cue.
“Hell yeah!” Ian exclaimed a little too loud. He did have some reason to be excited; every time we were on a plane and he tried counting down, he was always seconds off. This was just one of Ian’s dozens of weird quirks.
After a while of being in the air, our seatbelts safe to come off, Ian had already fallen asleep on my shoulder, which was pretty damn weird. I debated on waking him up or not but after all he’d been through in the last week, I might as well be a good friend and let him sleep. On that note, I ended up drifting off to sleep as well and when I woke up an hour and a half later, I found that my head was resting on the top of Ian’s. That startled me which woke him up. He jumped up after he realized he was on my shoulder.
“Dude!!!” his bowl haircut was sticking out in different directions, “Why didn’t you wake me? We were having a gay fest on your shoulder; what, you didn’t mind?”
I laughed, “Yes, I did mind but I was actually being nice to you believe it or not. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed sleep!”
“I’m sorry guys,” a young woman turned around in front of us, “but can you two please keep it down? My brother is trying to sleep.”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” I smiled at her and elbowed Ian in the stomach. He grunted but didn’t say a word.
“Thank you.” She showed me a stunning smile and turned back around. She didn’t remain there for long though, “Hey, you look really familiar; do I know you?”
“You might. I’m Anthony Padilla. I’m from a YouTube channel called—”
“Smosh!” she interrupted me, “I know you looked familiar!” her fan-attitude made me perk up and smile, it’d been a while since I’d met a star struck girl.
“I’m Kaylea.” She held out her hand. It was soft when I shook it; it reminded me of Tailynn. I reassured myself that Kaylea was just a pretty girl on a plane, and Tailynn was my beautiful, charming, amazing girlfriend; my girlfriend whom had once hated my guts. I quickly swiped away those first moments we met from my mind and focused on what we’d recently became and would become in the future.
As the flight progressed, so did my conversation with Kaylea. I learned that she was on this flight back home from Los Angeles with her younger brother.
“Oh cool, that’s where my girlfriend lives.” I mentioned Tailynn.
“Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend…” Kaylea became curious.
“Yeah, her name is Tailynn Richards, you might’ve read a book or two from her.” I always made sure to promote my baby girl.
“Nope, can’t say that I have.” Kaylea’s body had shifted slightly back to the front of her seat. I could tell the mere mention of my love life bothered her; so I changed the subject.
“Ian and I are flying to New York for YouTube Vidcon—you heard of it?”
“Heard of it? I go every year! I kind of have to since…well, I’m part of the festival myself!” she smiled with pride.
“Really? What do you do?” I leaned towards her.
“I’m a make-up guru. Believe it or not, but my entire face right now is covered in it. This perfect skin here?” she pointed to her cheeks, “total 100% concealer. You thought it was real huh?” I slowly nodded. Tailynn never wore concealer so I wasn’t exactly sure how it was suppose to look.
“Wow, that’s….interesting.” I tried not to sound slightly disgusted, “so do you have a lot of subscribers then?”
“Yeah, a couple hundred thousand; YouTube Vidcon asked me to bring some make-up stuff to show how I do the videos. So yeah!” she grinned widely.
“Yeah…well, I think a girl can be gorgeous just the way she is. Make-up isn’t what makes a person beautiful.” I tried voicing my opinion as gently as possible.
“Sometimes women need help enhancing her features. You should suggest that to Taylor.” I barely heard her mumble.
“Tailynn? She’s beautiful even when she wakes up in the morning.” I smiled just thinking of her glowing face.
The rest of the flight was quiet. Not even Ian spoke after he heard our discussion. When we finally landed, Kaylea turned back to face me.
“If you wanna talk again, here.” She handed me a piece of crumpled paper. I opened it up to reveal a phone number.
“Better throw that away man, before Tay finds out. Kaylea’s hot but truthfully, Tailynn is hotter.” Ian snuck up behind me and saw her number.
“Yeah, I know.” I said as we filed out of the plane. A trashcan waited near the exit of the plane. I casually threw away the paper and waved goodbye to the airline waitress’. This Kaylea girl was an interesting person; but I didn’t want anyone to get in the way of my feelings for Tailynn. Hopefully, I wouldn’t see her at YouTube Vidcon. I just couldn’t afford it.
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