Looking around, I quickly made sure that we hadn't forgotten anything; lights were on, the camera was fully charged and had a good two hours of film available. I turned and caught a glimpse of Marcia over my shoulder. I could see that she was finishing up Vanessa's hair and make-up yet she was still getting nowhere at trying to calm her down. A quick shiver ran down my spine; I would never have traded jobs with Marcia. Trying to calm Vanessa down, at any given time, is a terrible pain. Researchers have, in fact, proved that it is easier to hold your breath for five minutes in the freezing waters of the Antarctic than to prevent Vanessa from having a panic attack.

"Marcia," I called to my other best friend. She looked up with a look of utter relief, clearly visible to everyone but Vanessa, on her face. "It's time."

Marcia left Vanessa sitting alone slightly away from the camera's view and came by me.

"Ready?" she asked me, as was our tradition before every video. I gave a tight-lipped nod as I took long slow breaths and mentally prepared myself. I'm not exactly the kind of person you'd call 'camera-friendly'. Our ritual over, I went over to the camera and hit 'Record'.

"Hello, Youtube!" said Marcia cheerfully, her bright smile lighting up her chubby face. I walked from the camera and over to my friend.

"Hey guys," I smiled as well. I continued, "So after some thought during this past week, Marcia and I have decided on dedicating this segment of 'Live in Malta' to the growing trends teenage girls here are completely obsessing over. First up, is Smosh."

"In this case," continued Marcia, "we have decided to get one of our friends to talk on this topic since she is probably the biggest fan-girl on the island. Vanessa."

Marcia looked over at Vanessa and signalled her onto the set. Vanessa quickly obliged and she nervously walked towards us. I noted that Marcia had worked her usual magic and had managed to transform Vanessa's eighteen-year-old face to a twenty-five-year-old's. The fact that Vanessa was wearing a purple shirt, which hugged her curves perfectly, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of black stilettos may have helped. Just then, I felt slightly uncomfortable standing by my older friends. Whilst both Marcia and Vanessa were at the wonderful age of eighteen, I was stuck in the horrible years of fifteen. When people ask me how I got to know them, as they usually do, I must always answer with a shrug that I'd met them whilst we were all at secondary school.

"Hi," said Vanessa shakily. "I'm Vanessa, and I'm the special guest on this episode."

By that time, I'd gone over to the camera again and zoomed the image to film Vanessa alone as she started talking enthusiastically.

"During these past few weeks, everyone's been literally eating, dreaming and talking about Smosh. Needless to say," she grinned, "that I'm going through this whole process 24/7 . So first of all, what is Smosh? I could go on and on..."

"And on and on," I cut in from the background. "I'm not kidding."

Marcia laughed at my comment. "Isn't that how You started watching them?"

"You guys," whispered harshly Vanessa, her cheeks colouring to a deep crimson. She cleared her throat, "I was saying, Smosh is a very popular Youtube channel and it was created by two guys: Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox. These two friends have been making comical videos since 2005 and their popularity is increasing by the year."

When Vanessa finally paused to breathe, I asked, "So, Vanessa, what do you like from their videos?"

She didn't waste too much time contemplating. "I particularly love the way they can overact to the point that it's hilarious."

It was Marcia's turn to ask a question. "How do you feel knowing that you're a little older than the regular fan-girl?"

"I feel like I would have more of a chance of finding something in common with the guys than, say, a fifteen-year-old should they ever intend to come to Malta."

"Our final question for you," I said with a knowing smile, "is which guy would you go on a date with: Ian or Anthony?"

With absolute conviction, Vanessa replied, "Anthony."

As soon as I zoomed out the lens span, Marcia and I went back into the spotlight. "There you have it," I said. "The general opinion of every girl on this island who has ever heard of Smosh..."

Ian flipped through the selection of displayed videos as he crunched on a spoonful of cereal. Opposite him sat Anthony eating toast. They were both dazed from the sleepless night they'd had as they'd fought over countless futile ideas on how to relax from their stupid routine.

Ian suddenly yelled, "Anthony, look at this."

Anthony rushed over to Ian's side of the table and looked at what was displayed on his friend's laptop. "What is it?"

"These girls remind me of us," Ian said nostalgically. "Back in 2005. Only, they're girls."

"Wait," stopped Anthony, irritated. "You made me rush around the table for nothing?"

"Not for nothing," denied Ian. "I thought that you could do with some lightening up after last night."

"Well, you could have used a softer tone," replied Anthony stubbornly.

They didn't say anything for a while as they watched the video. When the girl with the grey-green eyes walked off the set, Anthony paused the video. Silence settled in the kitchen. Suddenly, he closed the laptop, took it in his arms and walked off with it. Ian, though confused, quickly got up and rushed after him.

"Anthony, wait up," Ian gasped, out of breath from the sudden sprint. Anthony kept taking quick strides to the front door as if he'd heard nothing. Ian tried again. "Anthony, where are you going?"

Anthony finally froze and glanced back at Ian before he made his way out the door. "I'm going over to Ryan's."

"But it's Sunday morning," replied Ian, still trying to figure out what Anthony wanted to tell Ryan. "Can't it wait?"

"Not unless you want to spend another week of insanity." Anthony reached his car and settled himself in the driver's seat.

"I thought we'd stayed up all night trying to come up with plans to do just that and we failed. Miserably. What changed?"

"This video," explained Anthony as he tapped the laptop gently, "just showed me that what we need is a vacation. And what better vacation could there be than on an island in Europe?"

"Woah!" exclaimed Ian in surprise. "A video told you all that? We must be dumber than I thought if a trio of teenage girls gave us the solution we needed without even knowing the question themselves."

"Dumb or not, we have the solution," replied Anthony. "So are you in?"

"When am I not?" grinned Ian as he got into the car.

As they pulled away from the curb, Ian looked down at himself and said, "Anthony, we're not dressed for a meeting."

Anthony laughed sincerely for the first time in weeks. "Are we ever?"