Paradise~Smosh

I made this new account and hope you enjoy this story. I hope I'm not copying anyone, but I don't think I am so yay :3

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The results were in. I typed in smosh.com on my laptop. To be honest I wasn't expecting much. I entered a huge contest to see who gets to spend the summer with smosh. Over 3 million had entered. Out of all of those, mine was in it. The person who wins would be listed on their site. They would get an email too.

I tucked my long brunette hair out of my face. One more minute. I bit my lip with anticipation. Finally the minute passed. I refreshed the page. There was the name of the winner. I read it. The name read Christine Hart. Who's that? Oh wait that's me... THAT'S ME!

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I covered my mouth quickly. My parents were asleep.

They knew all about the contest I entered. They said if I had a chance and won, they would pay my tickets. They probably thought I would lose, and I had thought the same too. I had to wait until morning to tell them. In the meantime I started packing. I hope to snuggles, my bear, that they didn't change their minds.

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"I don't know hun," mom said sitting down at the table that morning. "I don't think it's a good idea..."

I looked at her with watery eyes. I told them I won. It wasn't their permission I needed, I was nineteen. I needed the money for when I'm there and a plane ticket.

"I need the money! Is a lifetime opportunity!" I cried. "I'm packed! We all have information on each other! I emailed them last night."

I kind of lied. I gave them my background information, but I didn't get theirs. I just needed mom and dad to say yes for the money.

"You need to pack, the plane leaves tomorrow, and we won't have time to catch it," Dad said.

"I packed last night. Like I said, I just need some cash for the next two months. I'll pay you back I swear!"

Dad sat down in the couch. He sipped his coffee while watching the news. "I'll think about it, hun."

I groaned. I couldn't turn this down. I would literally die if I didn't go. I laid on the couch. The ringtone of my phone blared. I let a small 'eek' while falling off the couch. I looked at the unknown number on my phone.

"It's them!" I cried. I hoped it was at least.

"Hello?" I breathed.

"Christine Hart?" The voice asked. Oh my gosh. It's Ian Hecox. The way he said my name made my heart melt.

"Speaking," I managed to say.

"So you're the lucky winner, eh?" He asked.

I couldn't help it. I let tears fall. I hid the sobs from my voice. "Yeah."

"Let me talk to him," Dad demanded. I handed the phone.

I covered my hands over my mouth and sobbed. I never felt so happy before. I was a HUGE Smosh fan. I watched intently as my dad let out some 'mhmms,' and 'yeahs'. He finally hung up. I looked at him for a long moment.

"Make sure you have all you need by tomorrow," was all he said.

I nodded and ran back upstairs. I had the same bedroom since I was 10. I still haven't decided to move out yet. But that didn't matter at the moment. I pulled my computer out and got on Twitter. Yes, I have a Twitter. I had 5,000 followers, and a lot were Smosh fans. I quickly typed and posted:

'Guess who's going to Sacramento over summer? :3' I added a link to the smoshpit.

I got a lot of replies that night. I had 30 retweets too. The news was spreading quickly. I went to bed that night thinking about meeting the most famous people of YouTube. I couldn't even sleep, I just wished that tomorrow would hurry up.

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I woke up early. They plane would be leaving in two hours. I had to dress to impress. I usually don't care about my looks, or what people think of me. Today, however, I was going crazy. I ran a brush through my naturally straight hair at least a thousand times. I made sure my eye make up was perfect. I put on my favorite white and blue plaid button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. I slipped on some blue jean shorts and blue converse. Mom kept rushing me constantly. We only had 45 minutes to get to the air port.

When we got there my parents hugged and said their goodbyes. They told me to call as much as possible. I only had ten minutes to catch my flight. I dragged my suitcases along with me. I handed the woman my ticket and got on the plane with a few seconds to spare. I sat by the window. I loved planes. The view was always nice and always Intrigued me. The flight will be 3 hours. I had gotten Both Ian's and Anthony's number last night through the email. They told me not to give their numbers out. As if I would stoop so low.

I laid back in my seat, letting each hour drag along.