Adopted. -Smosh Fan Fic- ✔COMPLETED

Packing

One Week Later.

My room is in the process of boxing everything up. To think, 4 years ago, this room only had a bed, desk, closet and a bookshelf. Now it has posters, pictures, a bed, a really messy closet, an overcrowded bookshelf, a disorganized desk and a messy floor. That's how I like it. Even though it's a mess, I know where everything is, surprisingly enough.

If you are still confused about how I got accepted into college, here's the basic run down.

I write application to study music, photography and acting. Gets email back saying a letter of acceptance will be coming my way along with term dates and cost of terms. I double check that my money my parents gave me after they died is still there in the bank. It was. I then wait patiently for the letter. Mrs Padilla finds the letter and makes me read it out loud. Everyone finds out. End of story.

Anthony still can't believe that a university would accept me. Well, I may have set fire to the science block at school yesterday. It wasn't my fault. I only wanted to see what would happen if you spray a can of deodorant near a lighter. The flame then set alight the revision books, and that made the shelves catch fire. Soon enough, the fire spread and the whole classroom was in flames. No one found out it was me.... Yet. Hopefully, no one will tell on me. If they do, I will personally murder them, with a spoon.

Recently, Anthony has been telling me not to go to university. He's probably jealous. But, I can't turn down an opportunity like this, can I?

I must say, when I first met Anthony, he was a moody pigeon, and Ian, well... He seemed nice at first sight. As time progressed, Anthony turned from a moody pigeon to a moody butterfly. Why a butterfly? Because butterflies only live for three days, (see, I pay attention in science), he has three-ish days nice, and three days moody. Ian was still nice. Then, we all grew up and turned into emotional wrecks. Maybe that's just me.

Ian's POV (Woah, pov's! Long time, no see! xD)

Anthony keeps telling me to ask Lia to prom. Did I say telling? I mean forcing. When ever I'm near her, he looks at me, like he is expecting me to ask her. I want to ask her, but I'm afraid that someone has already asked her, seeing as prom is in two days. I know when I'm going to ask her. I think.

Seeing as me and Lia have our History exam together, we are going to revise together tomorrow. I shall ask her then. If I remember. I probably won't.

Anyway, enough about prom. Anthony wanted me to come over and see him ASAP.

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One hour later! ^.^

Me and Anthony are arranging a trip down to the beach for Lia's last day. We aren't too sure what we are going to do yet, but we just have to keep quiet and act like nothing is going to happen.

A/N

I have a little description about the things I wanted to write in this chapter, and it went like this. "Time travel to a week before Lia has to leave. Everything is going haywire. Anthony is persuading Lia not to go. Lalala." Yeah... That didn't happen. I shall post the next chapter after this one. :)

Plus, Smosh hit 10 million subscribers, and Pewdiepie hit 8 million a few days ago. :')

Bye....... BITCH!!!

Nat xoxo