''Abbie, Ellen, wake up!'' Libby's voice shouted.
I groaned, rolling over, placing the pillow over my head. I heard Ellen groan from the other room too.
''Video time! First time in Sacramento! Get! Up!'' Libby laughed, shaking me.
''Okay! I'm up, I'm up!'' I whined, peering at the clock. It was only 8:30AM, and bright sunshine was already glowing through the gap in the filmy curtains.
Yesterday, we'd got home, put the groceries away, and fell asleep. The jet lag was totally taking over and the 8-hour time difference felt as if it was way, way more.

Soon after I got slowly up out of bed as Libby went to persuade Ellen to get up – shouts of ''IT'S TOO EARLY! GO AWAY!'' rang through the house – and picked a white vest top, a tee that hung over your shoulders, high waisted dark blue denim shorts with a tan denim belt, and my turquoise Converse that went below my ankles.
I shoved my coppery-brown hair into a quick messy ponytail, made sure my side-fringe covered my forehead (I was born with the sad, sad addition of a high forehead, and it was bloody huge) and applied some Vaseline before quickly grinning at myself in the mirror and grabbing my tan leather bag and my iPhone in case.

I was greeted by a disgruntled looking Ellen, still in her pyjamas, and Libby, looking totally relaxed.
''Morning,'' I said, grabbing a cereal bar. Then I turned to Libby. ''Where are we filming?'' I asked her, unwrapping the cereal bar.
''Oh... I think it's called Henschel Park or something,'' she said.
''Plus, I've already told you the idea, so... I decided that that would be one of the places where we filmed for Friday's vid,'' she continued, looking at me. ''Everything okay with that?''

Friday's video was supposed to be about Libby having a stalker; it would really just be the stalker following Libby about, Ellen noticing the stalker but he runs away so no-one believes her, then the stalker breaks into Libby's house and I, playing a police officer, end up putting him in jail. She had a friend who lived here who'd be playing the roles of the stalker, so luckily, none of us women had do grow stubble magically – or don fake moustaches.

Anyway, I nodded and pulled out my phone, going onto Google Maps and typing it in.
''Wait... that's the park where Smosh filmed some of their stuff!'' I exclaimed, grinning.
''Oh, it'll be like walking on holy ground for you then,'' Ellen laughed, standing up and adding, ''I'm going to get dressed. Don't miss me too much,''

Half an hour later we were stood at the entrance to the park, waiting for Libby's friend, who soon came running down the street.
''Hey!'' he shouted to us, and we all waved back.
The camera crew quickly set up the equipment, and adjusted the lens, and me and Ellen were swinging lazily on the swings sideways, banging into each other, Ellen reading through her script (I didn't come in until the end), and me tweeting.

A while later, Libby was taking a break and going to get us some drinks from the store nearby, and Ellen was practicing her part with the stalker – we found out from Libby his name was Alex.
Libby walked over to me, handed me a Coke and I nodded my thanks, playing Angry Birds on my phone. Ellen walked over too, sitting on the swing next to me again, muttering her lines and quickly shouting "Thanks!" to Libby, who was going to talk to the camera-man.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a Tweet and I clicked onto Twitter, scanning hastily through my newsfeed until I found the Tweet.
''AbbehSharp Don't look behind you :D'' one read, and the other was ''AbbehSharp DAYUM GURL YOU FAYUST :L''.

I gasped, looking at the names. ''smoshian and smoshanthony?'' I muttered, my eyes widening. I quickly checked my followers, and there it was: smosh, smoshian and smoshanthony.
''Oh my God, guys! COME HERE! Now! Oh my God, oh my God-'' I babbled, standing up and down and jumping up and down.

Libby ran over quickly, a worried look on her face, and Ellen stood up, grabbing my arm.
"What?" they asked simultaneously, Ellen's face slightly paler and Libby's eyes wide.
I showed my iPhone to them and they both groaned, Ellen half-laughing "Abbie! You worried me!" and Libby facepalming and hitting me softly in the stomach.
"You moron!" she said exasperatedly, closing her eyes.

I stopped jumping and squealing and grinned broadly, pulling them into a group hug, giggling.
We hugged for a while before Ellen pulled back, frowning slightly.
"Don't look behind you? Why?" she wondered out loud.
We all whirled around, looking around the park for someone – two someone's in particular.
"There's no one there," I said, puzzled.

Libby sighed.
"Probably pranking us. Can I get back to my shoot now, Miss Popular?" she asked me, amusement shining in her dark eyes.
I grinned and shrugged. "Whatever."
Me and Ellen sat back down on the swings, and Ellen returned to her script.
"Jeez, Ellen, I'm so happy!" I sighed, straddling the swing.
"Mmmhmmm," she replied, flicking through the script.
"I mean, I can't believe they even TWEETED me, never mind followed me!"
"Yep."
"Ellen, are you even listening?"
"Mmmmhmmm. That's good,"

I rolled me eyes and suddenly a thought struck me.
"Ellen!" I whispered loudly. "Ellen! Ian and Anthony are actually standing behind you!"
She dropped the script and quickly whirled around, looking for them. When she realized that there was no-one there, she narrowed her eyes and frowned at me.
"You liar. That's not-" Suddenly her hands flew to her mouth and she gasped, making me start. "Ellen? What's wrong with you?"
I then felt a light tap on my back and spun my swing around.

Standing there were Ian and Anthony.
'Oh, God, Abbie, I can't believe you didn't realize that they were there, you sounded really stupid, how long have they been there?' the thoughts raced through my head frantically, and outside of my brain I felt myself sitting there, going a very unattractive – and reoccurring – shade of bright red.
I mentally shook myself and managed to choke out a croaky-sounding "Hey!" before my thoughts started buzzing in my brain again.

"Hey there," Ian replied, looking amused.
"How're you doing?" Anthony asked, leaning against the pole holding the swings up.
I pulled a face. "Sitting here all day in the heat with nothing to do except from watch other people film is kinda boring, but apart from that, I'm great, thanks. And you?"
I had to admit, my sudden confidence surprised me a little, and I felt kinda proud.
"I'm great," Ian and Anthony replied at exactly the same time. They then turned and fist-pounded, grinning.

"Ellen! We need you for filming!" one of the camera-men shouted, and Ellen sighed and stood up, smiling at me apologetically, as if to say, 'Sorry, dude,'
I shrugged and smiled back, mouthing, "It's fine."

"So... can we hang around for a while? We were gonna film, but it seems that three ladies already beat us to the park," Ian said to me, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
"Sure," I replied. "I don't think Libby will mind. Plus, I have nothing to do, so you're kinda keeping me from being forever alone over here."
Anthony laughed and took the swing next to me. "I don't believe you'd be forever alone for long. Some of us guys would end up walking over, trying to chat you up, or at least get into the video,"
I shrugged. "Chat Ellen or Libby up, maybe, but completely ignore me. I'm fugly," I snorted, starting to swing.
"You're not," I heard Anthony say, and almost fell off the swing.
'Anthony Padilla said I wasn't ugly. That meant he must have thought I was at least okay looking. Oh, God. Here comes the blush.'

I looked at Anthony, seeing a light blush creep along his cheeks, then saw Ian, face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. After he moved his hands slightly, I could see it was with laughter.
Narrowing my eyes, I stopped the swing and picked up a tiny pebble and lobbed it at Ian.
"Share the joke," I said, grinning evilly.
He looked at me, cheeks red, eyes swimming with tears. "Just... the- filming. Yeah, the filming," he choked out, unsuccessfully holding back laughter.
Anthony soon started to laugh along and punched him in the arm, muttering, "Dude, shut up!"
I grinned and started to swing again, feeling that today would be pretty good, and still glowing at the compliment Anthony had given me. Sure, it was probably accidental, or maybe he was lying, but it was still a compliment.
He was blushing... guys don't blush all that often, Abbie. He's embarrassed because of you! My brain laughed triumphantly.