Just An Accident(A smosh fanfiction)

Introduction

"Okay take deep breaths in and out. He doesn't mean what he just said. It's just April 1st right? Oh wait its winter.." Ryan sighed and spoke quietly,"I'm sorry about this but... I found someone else. I literally felt my heart break into a million pieces. There was a searing pain in  my chest as tears flowed down my face. Black,gooey streaks of mascara came cascading down my cheeks but I was too heartbroken to care. "I thought we had something. You proposed to me. Our wedding is..was in three months. I bought the dress, mailed out invites, prepared everything and YOU CHOOSE NOW TO FUCKING BREAK UP WITH ME??!!"I ended my speech yelling. I normally don't yell. I was just angry...okay I was beyond angry. I was livid. He looked a bit frightened by my outburst and took a step back." The spark is gone.." he said and left me. Just like that. I signalled the waiter." Check, please." He looked at me like I had sprouted a third arm." Umm..miss?You did not order anything yet. Would be interested in our menu or better yet the chef....."."No thank you,I'll just be on my way."......
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I drifted out of my flashback as the bell rang. "Not again. Ughhh it's been over a year. Get over it Mia."  I thought to myself. I quickly shoved my books into my backpack and got the FUCK out of there. I just wanted to go home and go into the magical world of youtube. Today was friday which meant 1.the last day of college before the weekend.2. Smosh would upload a video.3. Just another week and this exact time I would be flying out to vidcon with my best friend Skye. Squeeee!!! I was so frickin excited I almost peed my pants when my mom presented me with the tickets. Oh wait today was friday which also meant therapy sessions with Dr. Houbertile. Don't even ask me why anyone would be named that. Ughhh. I hated it so much. Okay so maybe I should back up a bit and explain. My name is Mia short for Amelia but I really hate my name(A/N I love the name Amelia so please don't kill me. It's a gorgeous name and i don't mean to offend anyone). I have a best friend named Skye and yeah she's basically my only best friend. I'm 27 and still in college to study fashion. I joined college really late because of personal problems and shit. It's a day college. I have blonde hair with pink streaks and big blue eyes. Skye and all my friends say I'm the pretty one in the group. Meh. I don't see it. I have been depressed for about a year now. By depressed I mean really fucking depressed. I mean that I took to drugs and alcohol. I also became super insecure and distanced myself from my parents, my sister, my best friend...everyone. I also tried to kill myself. Twice. Now I know what you're thinking."Dammmn this chick is messed up. She went through all that shit just cause of a boy." Yeah no. I went through depression because my parents fought constantly. It even went beyond words. Yeah that bad. And I was bullied everyday. I was so desperate for love that I lost my virginity to a douchebag who did'nt even know my name. I was raped by my own cousin. I was bulimic from the age of 12 and it still sometimes strikes back. And to top all that shit up my boyfriend of five years broke up with me 3 months before our engagement. Now do you understand? My life has been dipped in shit for a long ass time. Basically I'm much better now and everyone is bowing down at Dr. H's feet thanking him for saving me. It wasn't him who helped me. It was Skye, myself and smosh. Yeah I found them out quite late but I can't thank God enough that I found them. Their humour and positive attitude helped me and I can't thank them enough. So I was desperate to meet them. Really desperate.
Sure I loved other youtubers. I really did. But smosh reached out to me personally and I am really glad they did. And because of them I started a tumblr blog and met dozens of amazing smosh fans. Anyway my mom surprised me with tickets to Vidcon which was in a week and flight tickets to Los Angeles. I had never even been out of my small state of Minnesota and I hugged her till my arms hurt. So yeah. That's about it. Time to go to that boring therapy class. Again.