A bright light flashed across my face, it was blinding.

"AHHH! I'M BLIND!" I struggled.

Suddenly someone slapped me awake, "Get up, you're overreacting again." The voice said and then I heard the door close afterwards. I opened my eyes, it was just the sun in my eyes. I was a little bit embarrassed.

I walked over to my bathroom and looked in the mirror, a man was staring back at me with ocean blue eyes, thicker-than-normal stubble, thick chubby body frame, and messy hair that fully concealed his forehead and almost brushing against his eyes... Damn, who is this sexy bitch in the mirror? Oh wait, it's me.

I gave a good morning yawn when I smelled something stinky; it smelled like rotting flesh.

Searching for the smell, "Where is it coming from?" I said, then the smell came up to my nose again. It was my morning breath.

I fixed my hair into a bowl haircut then brushed my teeth, today's gonna be a busy day. I went out of the bathroom and into my room, putting on my favorite white shirt with blue and black stripe running around the chest area with a little pocket on the left.

Making my way to the kitchen, I walked along the hallway then made a right turn leading me to the living room slash kitchen. I yanked open the fridge, grabbed a box of cereal and a milk carton and took a spoon and bowl from the top shelf. I sat down on the table ate like there's no tomorrow.

"Hey man." a voice came from behind me. The man has a semi Emo hairstyle, thick eyebrows over his brown eyes and light stubble, his nose was shaped a little weird, shaped like a butt at the tip. He has lean build, but still skinny compared to buff dudes, wearing an orange V-neck and black skinny jeans along with black and white pair of Converse.

"What's up? You're a little early" I greeted, "I know you're not a morning person."

"We're filming a special episode today; you got a great script ready?" My friend asked as he checked his face out on his phone's camera.

"I can't even think of a good plot." I frowned, "I'm completely running out of ideas man, there's nothing new to make fun about."

"Don't worry, we'll think of something later." My friend walked to the kitchen and grabbing the box of cereal, "Have you been eating all of the cereal?" He said, shaking the cereal box frustrated that not a single flake of cereal was heard.

"Yeah, got 'em right here, bitch!" I chewed louder to annoy him more.

"No wonder you're getting fat, Ian!" He sighed and threw the box in the sink, going to the fridge and digging through the piles of food inside.

"Shut up." I shoved a spoonful of cereal in my mouth, and chewed even louder.

Two hours have passed; we ended up playing video games and having an eating contest to pass the time. What's taking the crew so long?

"Have you called Ryan?" He asked me.

"Oh wait, sorry." I forgot, I whipped out my phone and searched for a contact labeled Ryan Todd. After three rings he answered.

"Hello?" A raspy voice answered, he sounded like he woke up from a deep sleep.

"Hey man, what time are you getting here? We're gonna shoot a video today, remember? For our Smosh channel"

There was a slight pause, "Ian, what's a SMOSH?" Ryan asked.

"Our YouTube channel?" I became a little puzzled. Looks like the man's pranking me.

"Okay, I've been on YouTube since 2005 and I haven't come across a channel named 'SMOSH'" he seemed like he was serious but I still don't believe him, although things are getting weird, considering the fact that I have worked with this guy for nine years.

"IAAAANNNN!"Anthony yelled at me from the hallway.

"Sorry Ryan, um... I'll talk to you later." I said.

"Whatever man, you go ahead with your Smush thing." Ryan sighed.

"Quit playing man!" I hung up.

"IAAAAN!" The yells continued. I dashed from the kitchen to the room directly in front of the hallway.

"What is it?" I asked, a little worried that the only time is that Anthony screams like that is either he got his head stuck in the toilet again or there something really terrible has happened. I burst into the room to find him with a terrified look on his face, staring in one of the two computer screens in our editing room.

"Smosh-" He stuttered.

"What about it?"

"-I can't find it, I can't even log into it." He said. What the Frick?

"Did YouTube take it down?" I asked. Did we upload anything that was copyright protected? I can't remember anything.

"No, if they did, I would've received a notification saying that."

I sat down beside Anthony and opened the second monitor beside the first one. I typed in YouTube and it showed on the monitor, the home page of the website, with lots of video suggestions. I immediately went to the search bar and typed in:

SMOSH

The website loaded the page...

NO RESULTS.

Whoa... What happened to our channel? I thought as I browsed through YouTube. I tried Google... No Results. Facebook... Nope. Twitter... Not a trace. Anthony looked at what I'm doing, his jaw dropped.

"What happened?" Anthony asked me, his face filled with confusion and fear, "I'll try calling Kalel, maybe she knows." Anthony pulled his phone, "What the-?" Anthony exclaimed.

"What? What is it?" I glanced at his phone.
"Kalel's number isn't in my phone; I could've sworn I had it." He fumbled his contacts list, "Ian, try calling your girlfriend."

"My EX-Girlfriend." I corrected him. Melanie and I broke up a few weeks ago, the breakup was mutual but it's still painful, it hit me like a ton of bricks when that happened. It's crazy but I lied that I don't love her anymore but maybe some of me still do.

"Hey!" Anthony said, pulling me back from my mini-flashback.

"Aren't you gonna call her?" He asked.

Shit, I deleted her contact number, I was so mad at that time; I removed everything from my phone that reminded me of her.

"Wait, why are you here? I thought you lived in L.A.?" I asked Anthony.

"We finished late and it was really stormy last night, I decided to stay here and duh, do you have any idea how far the drive is from Sacramento to L.A.?" Anthony replied. This is really freaky; I don't even remember what happened last night.

"How about we go to LA?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Duh, it's where I live, dumbass." I said.

"Let's go." Anthony pulled out his car keys and walked to the front door. "Wait!" Anthony yelled, stopping me in my tracks.

"What?" I asked.

"Please put on some pants." He said, disgusted.

"What're you talking about? I'm wearing p-"I looked down and saw my hairy legs. I lifted my shirt and found out that I wasn't wearing underwear as well as it was dangling free.

"AAAAHHHHH! DUDE PUT ON SOME FREAKIN' PANTS NOW!" Anthony screamed when he saw it, covering both his eyes.

"Sorry dude!" Pulled my shirt back down to cover it and ran to my room. I came back to the front door wearing black denim pants and a black high-cut Converse.

"Finally." Anthony said as we went out into the yard and into his car.