My Blue Eyed Blondie

Part Twenty Three - my favourite pizza place

"And the winner of Smosh winter games is......" You heard Ian say.
But you and Shayne weren't listening, Shayne was talking about how he couldn't wait to take you to his fave restaurant when you got home. You were slightly dissapointed he didn't want to take you to his favourite pizza place The two of you were sat staring whispering to one another amongst your fellow co workers who were celebrating until someone nudged Shayne and he got up rapidly and screamed at the top of his lungs and pretended to have a meltdown. Everyone around him, including you, just sat back and let it happen as you knew this was just what Shayne was like. By Shayne's overreaction you knew your team had lost, yet you couldn't care less, all you cared about was your stupid fucking boyfriend that was stomping around the room like Godzilla. You realised how much you loved this doof.

"And that's a wrap!" You heard someone behind the camera say. And that was it, your first and maybe last Smosh winter games.

Before you knew it you and your coworkers were packing your belongings and cleaning the cabin. You threw your bags onto the coach with some help from Shayne. He turned to you after piling your luggage onto the others and said "I'm So glad you came Y/N." He placed a hand around your waist and looked you deep in your eyes. "I hope you'll come again next year."

"If i'm invited that is." You scoffed. 

"Of course you will, Ian loves you, the viewers love you. I love you." He replied planting a few joke kisses on your cheek. 

You clambered onto the bus followed by Shayne. You were greeted with Damien, Olivia and Courtney sitting at the back of the bus. The two of you found a couple of seats in front of them and made yourself comfortable. Shortly later everyone was loaded onto the buses and you proceeded on your journey. You practically begged for the window seat, and you got your wish, you sat staring out of the window with Shayne's heavy head on your shoulder. He was scrolling through Instagram looking at some edits of the two of you "Already?" You giggled. 

"I think it's cute." He returned. "But I could be biased." He winked.

While on a steady road Ian stood up and made an announcement. "Okay guys, I just want to say a few words." By this point Shayne was fast asleep on your shoulder, you arm around his neck and your other hand was blocking the sun from his eyes. "I'm so happy we could have Y/N join us" Ian started before noticing Shayne. "Hey Shayne!" He yelled, no response. "Shayne! Dude I know your team won but that doesn't mean you get to sleep through my presidential speech." Ian joked.

"WE WON?" You almost exclaimed. You coughed awkwardly realising everyone now knows you weren't listening during the final shooting. "Sorry, proceed." You said to Ian who thankfully just laughed and rolled his eyes at you. Your loud conversation with him had managed to awaken Shayne. He sat up slightly and looked around confused. 

"Why's everyone staring at me?" He asked you before stretching and letting out a yawn. 

"Just listen to Ian babe." You whispered in Shanye's ear, gently planting a kiss on the side of his head.

"Thank you Y/N. As I was saying, I'm so grateful all of you could join us on this years Smosh winter games. Unfortunately, this is going to be our last" Ian said with clear melancholy in his voice. "I really don't want to have to do this but we don't have enough in our budget for winter and summer games and the new employees and all all the new gear we've bought."

"So summer games is still happening?" Courtney exclaimed

"As of now we can see a possible summer games in the horizon." He replied.

The bus burst into a bubble of excitement which made you laugh as you were clearly oblivious to the fun had at Summer games. Shayne looked at you with the biggest grin. "OMG Y/N! you're gonna love summer games. And everyone will get to see these massive guns you keep talking about." He said with a wink poking your bicep. 

"If I'm invited that is." You said again staring at you gorgeous, giddy boyfriend.