Quickly shoving my suitcase into the boot of my car, I leapt into the driver's seat, quickly starting the ignition and glancing out of the window at my best friends, Libby and Ellen.
"C'mon! Hurry up!'' I moaned, tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.
"Okay, chill out!'' Libby laughed, climbing in the back seat with Ellen.

We were soon leaving the airport and on the freeway to our new house, singing along loudly to the radio in the car, getting dirty looks from some people in other cars, and grins and smirks from others.
"I'm so excited!'' I exclaimed, catching Ellen and Libby's eyes in the mirror.
I caught Libby rolling her eyes and Ellen grinning, stifling a giggle.

I was mainly excited because we were moving to Sacramento. Sacramento, where Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla, the amazing founders of Smosh, the best YouTube channel EVER, lived.
I grinned at Libby and winked, making her roll her eyes more.
Both my best friends were huge Smosh fans too, but not as much as me.
I had at least 5 Smosh posters packed with me, several Smosh tees and a Smosh hoodie. What can I say? I was devoted to them! Or obsessed. Whichever. I prefer devoted, though.

We soon arrived at our new house and I grabbed Libby and Ellen by the shoulders, saying dramatically, "Welcome to our new life, guys!''
Ellen laughed. "You make it sound so dramatic!'' she told me, grabbing my hands and jumping up and down with me excitedly.

I'd met Ellen and Libby when I was only 11 years old, and we'd stayed best friends for 13 years. We'd promised when we were 12 that we'd never ever break friends, and we'd kept it true to this day. So much, in fact, that we decided to move in a house together in Sacramento!
Ellen was small and petite with skin the colour of milky coffee, long, glossy, chocolate-brown hair that shone in the sunlight and brown eyes the colour of melted chocolate, and Libby was taller than me and Ellen by about an inch, with dark curls that fell down her back and dark brown eyes that often shone with a mischievous light.
I was quite small and thin, with pale white skin and pebble-blue eyes and long, thin coppery-brown hair that just wouldn't go right and always managed to make me look as if I'd just woken up.

The house – well, bungalow really - wasn't actually that big; it had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room with a conjoined kitchen and a small study. We'd already came round to it a couple of times to put some of our furniture in, and to decorate it, and now it was filled with all of our random crap.

Ellen bounded up to the door and unlocked it and turned to us, smiling.
"Wanna take the first step into our really-real new home?'' she asked us.
Me and Libby ran up to her and we all linked arms.
"One, two, three...'' we said together, and stepped in.
We all cheered and laughed, then slammed the front door, already excited for the future.

~ Two days later ~

"We really need to go to the store,'' Ellen said to me and Libby, looking away from the TV.
Libby sighed. "I guess you're right,'' she said, and jumped up, grabbing my car keys and throwing them to me.
"We're going now?'' I asked, catching the keys.
"Why not? We have nothing to do,''
I shrugged. ''Well, I thought you were doing a video or something,''

Libby was a huge YouTube hit called HeyIt'sLibbeh, ranking fourth most subbed in Comedians and fifth in general.
Myself and Ellen had once gone with her to VidCon and some other YouTube stuff, and we had our own YouTube channels where we sometimes – very rarely - posted sketches and usually posted vlogs, so we were also kinda famous from the help of Libby often giving us roles in her sketches and making sure we were in her vlogs, too.

She shook her head. "Naw, I'll just film it tomorrow. I'll say it was the 'stresses of moving' or something.'' She laughed, pulling on her shoes.
I grinned and ran to the car, getting in and buckling my seatbelt, starting the engine, waiting for Libby and Ellen who soon walked to the car and got in, laughing.

Soon we were running around the isles in Wal-Mart, acting like giggling teens and not three 23-year-old women.
Libby threw a huge packet of toilet roll at me and I dodged it, running into another isle, laughing.
Suddenly, I stopped, causing Libby to run into me, and Ellen to run into Libby, shooting me forward. Luckily I moved quickly before I ran into two guys, and so did Libby, but, unfortunately, Ellen didn't.

She skidded into one of the guys, bumping into him pretty hard and almost falling over. Luckily he grabbed her by the arms before she fell, and stood her upright.
Me and Libby ran over, and when we reached her, I burst out laughing at her face. It was bright red and her eyes were wide, with shock or surprise.

Libby started to laugh herself, but soon we stopped, and, gasping, I was sharply elbowed in the side by Ellen, who was grinning herself now and was a even brighter red.

I looked at the men, ready to say thanks, but was cut short when I saw who Ellen's saviour really was.
I gasped slightly, feeling my own cheeks turn a embarrassingly bright shade of fuchsia.

It was Smosh.

Well, it was really Ian who'd grabbed Ellen, but Anthony was stood behind him, looking like he was ready to burst out laughing himself, and Ian was grinning at us.
"Woah. Check it Anthony, the ladies are totally swarming to us,'' Ian laughed, and Anthony joined in, adding, "They just can't seem to stay away. I wonder what it is that makes us so attractive?''

Suddenly, Ellen quickly blurted, her face going the darkest red possible, "Are you really Smosh?''
Ian grinned and shrugged. "Last time we checked. Plus, on her hoodie-" he pointed to my red Smosh graffiti hoodie and I blushed an even brighter shade of red, and immediately tried to cool my face down "It shows a picture of myself and Anthony, so... yeah. I think we maybe just are Smosh, but I'm not too sure,''
Anthony then turned to look at me. "Cool hoodie, by the way. You obviously have taste in YouTubers.'' He grinned at me and I grinned shyly back, pretty much starstruck. I was hardly ever shy, so this was really unusual for me.

Then, Ian turned to face Libby. "Aren't you famous too? HeyIt'sLibbeh, if I'm right?''
Libby smiled and nodded. She loved being recognised; it made her happy for weeks, and seeming as this was Smosh, she's probably be really happy for weeks to come.

Suddenly, two girls walked around the corner, and, upon seeing Libby and Ian and Anthony, let out a excited, overly-girly scream and ran to them, breathlessly asking, "Can you sign my iPhone?'' or "Can you sign my tee?'' or exclaiming, "OH MY GOD, IT'S REALLY YOU!''

Me and Ellen stood awkwardly, me leaning against a shelf and Ellen swinging back on her heels.
Libby glanced at us and shrugged apologetically, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes at the two girls.
I smiled, but I was still kinda annoyed. I know it wasn't Libby's fault, but it pretty much happens everywhere we go.

Back in our hometown of Hartlepool in England, it wasn't as bad. People got used to seeing her, and it was usually teenagers or really young adults who knew her anyway.
But now, moving not just to a new town but to a new country, we had to acknowledge the fact that we'd have some crazy fans swarming around Libby.

After about another ten minutes of dying slowly and painfully of boredom (me and Ellen), squealing and screeching (two girls), and fake smiles, laughs and hurried signing (Ian, Anthony and Libby), the two girls left, smirking at me and Ellen as they went.
I stood up straight and clenched my fists, glaring at them as they walked past, 'accidently' sticking my converse clad foot out at the last minute so the girl closest to me tripped. She stumbled, almost losing her balance, and when she recovered, gave me a really dirty look, went bright red then hurried off, mumbling something about, "Stupid women these days,''

I smiled smugly, shoving my middle finger up behind her back.
Ellen giggled, Libby grinned, and Ian and Anthony started to laugh.
"That was ninja,'' Anthony laughed, his face going red from lack of air, and Ian just nodded, laughing harder.

After they recovered, Anthony walked up to me. "D'you mind if you give us your, Libby and...'' He signalled to Ellen, causing her to blush slightly and say her name. "And Ellen,'' he said, taking out his phone.
"Oh, sure,'' I said, quickly taking out my phone and loading up the contacts.
Behind his back, Libby was talking to Ian, but turned around to raise her eyebrows and wink at me, and Ellen grinned, making a tiny, quick heart with her hands then showing me the thumbs up.
I glared at them before grinning and shaking my head.

Five minutes later we'd finished swapping numbers and we'd turned to go our separate ways, but just as we were about to turn the aisle, Ian shouted us.
''Hey!'' we turned around quickly, wondering what he wanted.
''Ellen... don't run into any more guys, okay?'' he laughed, and winked.
Ellen turned bright red and me and Libby started to laugh, earning a glare each off Ellen, who then quickly turned her gaze back down to the ground.