Ross was just getting up and does his normal routine. He puts on clothes and opens the blinds to his Windows.
"Nother shitty day. Rain and fucking clouds." He says to himself. He sighs and goes to the kitchen with the smell of bacon and coffee. Smith was cooking for all of them and he looks at Ross.
"Hey mate you hungry? I got some coffee going and will be ready in a few" Smith greets. Ross smiles and thanks Smith as he sits.down on the couch.
Trott was still sleeping so they had to wait for old scrotty Trotty to wake. As like magic. Trott comes down with exhausted eyes.
"Sleep well Crott?" Ross questioned while raising a eyebrow. Trott shook his head no and sat down "all night...I had a feeling something was going to happen....something bad..." Trott mumbled tiredly.
Smith hands Trott a cup of hot coffee and sits down next to Ross and him. "What do you mean trott? We're you drinking last night?"
Trott sighed. "No you twat. I don't drink as much as you two....I haven't drank in a while actually....and I'm serious...." Trott said seriously.
Of course being Trott. Nothing is taken seriously. Smith and Ross shrugged and ate their breakfast.
At work they made a few videos but as they finished they hear yells in thumps.
"What the hell?" Ross said. They all walked out then as they look. They see their friends all in the corner tied.
Four gang members chuckle evily as they see The shocked lads. Trott backed up a bit and Smith being a giant and a protecter stood in front of Ross and Trott "Hey mate what you think your doing" Smith said sternly in the gang leader. The leader smiled and looked at his friends "Throw them with the others and take as much stuff as possible" Two gang members grabbed Ross and Trott.
Smith being protective to his friend grabbed the gang members and through them into a wall. The leader grabbed Smith punching him hard in the face with the butt of the gun.
Smith had a broken nose but ignored the pain. He grabbed the gang member and pinned him to the wall.
Trot and Ross ran to their friends and started to unit them. Then they hear a loud bang noise. They turn around to see The learner holding a gun to Smith's chest as Smith looks down.
Blood soaks Smith's shirt. The leader Pushes Smith to the ground and shoots again hitting Smith directly in his left eye but misses the brain.
The yogs attack the leader abd the members tying them up. Ross and Trott ran to Smith as he was gasping for breath and was bleeding badly through his chest and eye.
"Smith your okay. You'll be okay don't worry." Trott said almost in tears. Ross was already tearing up as Smith's blood forms around Smith's body touching his hands.
Lewis called the police as he was watching Smith slowly leave earth.
"Smith please don't leave us we need you. Please!" Trott said as he tried covering Smith's chest wound.
Smith had tears going down his normal eye. "mates......I'm.....not....going to.....make it.....please.....let me go..." Smith said looking at Ross and Trott. "Just....let me go...." Ross and Trott now we're shedding tears and they hold onto their best friends hand.
"We'll...miss you mate...we won't forget you...." Trott said. Smith smiled shakingly and his eyes slowly close as his heart stops. Police came in and move Trott and Ross away from Smith's body.
After that day Ross and Trott went home without speaking to anyone. Not even each other. Knowning that they will never see their friend again.
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If I were there (Hat Films and Yogscast fan Fan Fiction)
FanfictionAfter a long day of working. Three Lads of the Yogscast. Smith, Ross, And Trott spend a day in the office but as they do so. Mayhem Corupts Yogtowers leaving difficult decisions for the lads to make. they may be hated by their choices they may be lo...