I do not own Smosh or Ian Hecox or Anthony Padilla. I do own this story though and my OCs that will pop up sooner or later.

Character Background: Iridesa Orla Finnigan is an 8-year-old girl, who is unnaturally smart for her age. She has semi-long, brown hair, with a fringe, and brilliant blue eyes that everyone compliments her about. She 5ft. tall and skinny. She lives with her mother in Baltimore, Maryland and doesn't know her father. All she knows about him is that they share the same eyes, hair color, and he was 15 when her mom got pregnant.

Iridesa was laying down on her bed reading 'The Scarlett Letter.' She was very engrossed in the book until her cell phone started ringing.

She quickly placed a bookmark in her book, then closed it and answered the phone without looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi honey it's Mommy. I was just calling to tell you that I'm running a little late. I'll be home in about an hour, so just make yourself something to eat. Oh, and how was the last day of school?" Tracy, her mother, rambled on the other end of the line.
"It was fine. We had a party at the end of the day, it was really fun. My friends and I said bye and that was it," Iridesa replies, faking enthusiasm.
"That sounds great! Do you have any summer packets this year?" her mother questions.
"Yes, but I already finished all of them. They are like so super easy, mom!" she replies, actually enthusiastic.
"Really? Well, that's awesome, but I know you're probably busy reading, so I won't keep you. Bye, sweetie, love you. See you later." her mother says hurriedly.

"Wait mom!" Iridesa exclaims. "I was wondering if I could finish watching the rest of the Smosh videos on YouTube? I mean I know I don't need your permission, but I knew you would want to know what I would be up to."
"Of course you can watch them," her mother replies, but Iridesa picks up on a little waver in her voice. "Bye sweetie, see you when I get home." Then she hangs up.

Okay... That was weird. Iridesa thinks to her self, while walking to over to her desk to get her laptop, completely forgetting about her book. After getting it she goes back to her bed, turns it on, and gets on YouTube. After getting on and check for updates she goes to her subscriptions, clicks on IanH, then clicks on CAUGHT NAKED! (I assure you that there was no actual nudity.) Once the video popped up she paused it and scrolled down to look at the comments. She was looking, but then a few caught her eyes. They said, "OMG! Ian's eyes!" "Ian's eyes are exploding my ovaries!" "HIS EYES!" Iridesa could faintly remember that Ian's eyes were pretty, but she had forgotten what color they were. So she scrolls back up and watches the video. As soon as the video came on, Ian's eyes were the first thing she saw, so she paused because they looked so familiar, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen them before. So she pressed play and watched the rest of the video laughing all the way through, but at the end she saw her reflection in the black screen and gasped. She then jump of her bed and got a hand held mirror from her dresser and started the video over. Iridesa paused at the beginning, where Ian's eyes were on display, and looked in the mirror.

There in the mirror, were Ian's eyes, but bigger and more innocent looking. Iridesa kept looking from the mirror to the screen of her laptop.

No. It's just a coinsidence. She thinks to herself. I'm at there's no way that can be possible. There is no way Ian is my dad.

"How old is Ian?" she ask herself. She thinks for a second and can't figure it out. "Google."

She gets back on her laptop, opens a new tab, and looks up 'Ian Hecox' on google. She goes to the wikipedia result and looks over at the picture, where the basic info is located. She reads it and it says, 'Ian Hecox: November 30, 1987 (age 24).'

"Okay, so he's 24. 24 minus 9? 15" Iridesa starts hyperventilating. "Okay, calm down Iridesa. It's just a coinsidence that he was the same age as my father when my mother got pregnant, has the same eyes as me, and has the same hair color. Just because fits the description doesn't mean he's my father." Iridesa tries to breathe normally, but winds up screaming, "WHO AM I KIDDING! IAN HECOX IS MY DAD!"

Oh my goodness! I can't believe I have a father. And I know where he is. Does he even know who I am? Does he know that I exist? Will he want to know me? What if he didn't want me? What if he doesn't love me?

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A/N: One thing I would like to put out, I just realized that Iridesa's and Ian's names both start with 'I's. I did not intentionally do that, but I'm glad it happened. Other than that little fact, how did you like it? I'm going to continue, but updates will be slow because I start school in two days. I hope you enjoyed and don't be afraid to review. Bye, BITCH! (Smosh reference, don't kill me. I love you.)