Thanks For Taking Me In (A Smosh Story

Smosh takes a poor homeless girl in called Emily in hope that she will be one of their girlsfriends.

Disclaimer: I do not own Smosh. I don't know why you HAVE to put a disclaimer in if it is just fan fiction, because no one owns Smosh, they own themselves.


6. Ian's breakup and Get together

One of the things I noticed was when Ian and Anthony went out to get lunch, they brang their camera with them. I decided I'd ask Anthony why he and Ian done this every Wednesday afternoon when he was editing the video for Friday.


"Hey, Anthony?" I said coming into the editing room. He was sitting at his computer with his concentrating face on.

"Yeah?" he said, turning his head to look at me.

"Why do you guys go out every Wednesday afternoon, with a camera, while me and Mari are out?" I asked.

"For Lunchtime w/ Smosh," he said looking at me competely now.

"What's that?" I asked. I was feeling dumber by the minute.

"It's where me and Ian go out for a few hours to get some food and then come back here and film ourselves eating it. It goes on Ian's channel every Thursday for the fans."

"Oh, alright," I said. I felt completely dumb now.

"You wanna be in our next episode?" Anthony asked.

"Um, yeah sure!" I said excitedly, hoping this wasn't a trick.

"Get a chair and help me with this editing. It's taking me forever! Where's Ian and that damn coffee. I've been waiting forever!"


I decided to be a good person and call Ian. Anthony had been waiting for at least 20 minutes, I knew.



"I'm in the kitchen!" he called back. "Why?"


I went to the kitchen and sat on the sideboard. I looked at Ian. He was still making the coffee.


"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "I'm fine." I knew he was lying.

"Come on, you can tell me!" I said, "You know, I'm ya best friend!" I put on a gooffy smile and swang my arms.

"Haha, I know your Mari's best friend," he said with a grin, but he was still sad.

"Come on Ian," I said, making fake guns with my hands, "Tell me or I have to get Anthony."

"Fine," he sat down at the kitchen table. "Melanie broke up with me."

"What?" I said. "You'd been dating for years! What happened?" Ian and hid girlfriend Melanie had been dating for 7 years. I was pressuring Ian to pop the question, which he was going round to her house to do today.

"ANTHONY, GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!" I shouted. I knew this was important to Ian. He was practically crying, head in his arms, lying accross the table.

"What do you wa-?" Anthony came in and looked at Ian. Then quickly he ran to his side. "Ian, what's the matter?"

"You know the- the way I-I was gonna as-ask Melanie to m-marry me to-today?" Ian stuttered.

"Yeah, what happened?" Anthony turned into a sweet, nice guy, rather than his acts of cockiness.

"S-she broke up with me, Anthony!" Ian blurted out and began to sob.

"It's OK," Anthony tried to soothe Ian, rubbing his back. "Don't worry, I'll be here for you.

"Thanks Anthony," Ian stopped crying for a second and looked up at his best friend. They really were an amazing pair, so close.

"No problem, I mean," Anthony began, "Bro's before hoes!"

"Oi!" I shouted at him, hitting his shoulder. Ian and Anthony laughed at me.

"Except for this one," Anthony said, "She's not a hoe, she a whore!"

"Oh, well, the whore will be in her room. PS, if you're hungry, I know it's my night, but I won't be cooking for you."

"Aw, Anthony!" Ian shouted punching him. They laughed and I guessed Ian got over the fact that Melanie was a bitch for dumping someone as amazing as him.




I went to my room and turned on my TV. Anthony bought a new X Box and gave me his old one. I turned on the system and played some Call of Duty. I heard a knock at my door and I said,


"Come in!"

"Hi Emily," Ian said. He wasn't crying anymore and he had a huge smile.

"Someone cheered up fast."

"Yeah, she was just another girl who didn't know the meaning of true handsomness!" He threw this bodybuilder pose and I laughed at him.

"Yeah, truely manly."

"Can I play?"

"Yeah, sure. I think there's another controller under the bed."

"Yup, found it." Ian had gone under the bed and grabed the controller.

"Your going down!" I said, as I connected the extra controler to the system and tapped the bed beside me. He hopped onto the bed and started to tap the buttons furiously. But I still beat him.


"Aww, Goddammit!" Ian cried, as I beat him for the third time.

"Just means I'm more of a guy than you will ever be," I said jumping of the bed.

"Oh really?" Ian said, looking at me in his menacing glare, but a huge smile on his face.

"Bet you 10$ you can't catch me!" I shouted, running out of the room.

"Oh, you're on!" Ian shouted back, running as fast as he could. I saw him in the corner of my eye, running after me as fast as he could. I picked up the speed on my running and literaly jumped over the couch. He caught me in mide jump and pushed me to the ground. I fell on my back and he fell on me. He was pinning me to the floor and I looked up into his beautiful, blue eyes. He looked back at my brown eyes. He leaned in a bit and I could here his breathing, so close. I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes and kissed him. He kissed me back after a few seconds. We pulled back and smiled. We got up and hugged eachother. I knew I loved Ian, and we would be together forever.


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