So this is my first fanfic... ever... and since I'm a HUGE fan of Smosh, I wanted to write a piece about them. I've already written about 8 chapters or so, so I'll try to put one up every weekend. Feedback is VERY MUCH appreciated. Also, thanks to everyone who's already put up a smosh fanfic, and a HUGE thanks to UnselfishSacrifice, whose amazing fanfic, Picture Perfect, inspired me to write this! Thanks! (BTW, I know this chapter is short, but it IS just an intro...)
Chapter 1: Intro
I sighed as I closed my browser. I knew that that would be all the smoshing I could do that day; my dad would kill me if I stayed up past 10. I didn't see why, though, since he usually only went to bed around 2 in the morning. So much for having a "cool, un-American father".
Retreating to my room as soon as my computer shut down, I grabbed my iPod off the charger and entered my passcode. YouTube on iPods was really slow, so I was stuck reading fanfiction instead of watching videos made by the two famous Californians themselves. Either way, fanfiction was usually more interesting. Unless it was terribly written or had a plagiarized plotline, I enjoyed a good fanfiction. Especially if Ian was the one with the love interest.
Oh, Ian... The way his beautiful blue eyes shine against the light... The way black shirts accent his brown hair... The way his voice thickens when he laughs...
I sat on my bed cross-legged, iPod slid between my legs, brown eyes dancing with a daydream. As if I would ever get to experience any of that. Girls from Ohio - especially brunette girls from Ohio who wear glasses - don't get with super-famous sexy guys from California. Okay, maybe I wasn't from Ohio, maybe I was from Indiana, but I liked to think I belonged to Ohio and to Ohio only. Because if I had lived here my entire life, I would never have ever met Jude. He was still in my thoughts everyday, even though I hadn't seen him in several years. Sure, Ian and Anthony (Lies, it's only Ian) had taken my mind off of him slightly, but there was really only so much Smosh could do. Since I could obviously never be with Ian.
I knew that, so daydreaming was as close as I could get. Leaning back onto my pillow, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and allowed my mind to slide to a 24-year-old fictional Californian girl who happened to think a lot like me...