My Smosh Dream Come True (Book 2) [Completed]

Wedding Plans

***My P.O.V.***

After a few weeks, Rachael was finally ready to start planning our wedding. Ian, Anthony, Rachael, and I all sat down at the dining room table. "First," I said starting the conversation, "we need to figure out the date."

"I think it should be sometime next year. It'll give us time to plan, pay the money, and get ready," Ian suggested. We all nodded in agreement.

"What time of the year?" I asked.

"Winter," Anthony responded quickly. "I love the winter."

"I like that," I replied. "Everyone else fine with that?"

"Yeah," Rachael and Ian said in unison. After that, we set up everything else. Well, not everything. All we did was the date and time. It was then settled that we would have a double wedding, on the 20th of December in the year 2021.

"We still need to figure out where it needs to be," I said to Anthony.

"I think it should be in New York City," Rachael blurted out. "Then we'll be guaranteed snow!"

"I've never seen snow," Ian said, "that sounds awesome!"

"So it's settled," I replied.

-Months Later-

"I still can't believe I'm getting married," I thought to myself. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. Ugh. It's only four in the morning. Then, I looked over at Ian. Still sleeping. "Today I need to make the invitations," I kept thinking. I grabbed my laptop, trying not to wake Ian up. First, I put my ear-buds in and started listening to my music, which was all smosh. "Dixon Cider" came on. One of my favorite songs. Second, I pulled up Microsoft Word. "Where the fuck are the templates?" I asked myself as my eyes scanned the screen. "Oh, there they are." I tried not wake Ian as I got out of bed to grab my notepad. He flinched, but immediately fell back asleep. It only took me half a hour to make them. Now, all I had to do was print them. I decided to do that later, since it was only five in the morning. Ian accidentally kicked me and I screamed really loud. I mean, really loud. He opened his eyes really fast and turned toward me.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, sitting up.

"You just kicked me and it hurt," I told him grabbing my ankle and wincing because of the pain.

"I'm sorry Natalie," he said in sympathy, "Do you want me to get you some ice?"

"No, I'm fine," I reassured him. I touched my ankle again. "Shit," I said quietly, "that really hurt."

Anthony barged in our room. "Is everything okay in here? I heard Natalie scream."

"It's fine," I told Anthony, "Ian just kicked me and it really hurts." Ian touched my ankle.

"Does this hurt?" he asked. He was seeing if my ankle was broken I was guessing.

"Yes," I said smacking his hand away.

"Okay. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't an intruder or something," Anthony said walking out of the room. I noticed he was shivering. Probably because he was in only his underwear. Ian saw my laptop. He laughed.

"What?" I questioned him.

"The music you're listening to," he said pointing to my laptop. I quickly exited out of the music only to reveal my embarrassing wallpaper. It was a collage of pictures of him and Anthony. This time, I laughed.

"I guess I never thought to change it," I said with a laugh.

"I like it," Ian said laying back down. "It lets me know you truly love me." And then he fell back asleep. I didn't though.

The next morning, I went to the doctor's. My ankle was pretty bruised, so I had Rachael drive me.  The doctor told me it was partially broken and that I would have to ware a bandage around it for the next few months. "Great," I thought as the doctor put the bandage on me. "Now I have to wear a bandage on my ankle for my wedding."