The Intern

Chapter Three: To L.A.!

   I hear crashing in the kitchen the next morning. Louise didn't come home the night of our fight after work. She wouldn't answer her phone, but David told me she was staying at his place. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Louise is stumbling around making a peanut butter sandwich.
   "Louise?" I ask. She turns to me.
   "What do you want?" she slurs.
   "Are you drunk?"
   "Maybe," she says then adds in a whisper "don't tell Ella."
   "Louise, I am Ella," I respond. She gasps.
   "No. Ella was supposed to leave for her flight," she says leaning on the table drunkenly.
   "I don't leave until tomorrow," I reply sitting at the end of the table on a stool. Louise continues making her sandwich. She accidentally gets peanut butter on her hands, but doesn't seem to notice.
   "Lou, we need to talk about the fight we had at the coffee shop," I say.
   "No!" she shouts throwing the peanut butter jar at me. It hits the side of my face before I can put my hands up to block it. I reach up and touch my cheekbone. Yup. That's going to bruise.
   "I don't wanna talk about you leavin' me," She slurs taking a large bite from her sandwich.
   "I'm coming back," I say. She walks out of the kitchen and plops down on the couch. I grab an ice pack from the freezer and put it on my cheek. I roll my eyes at the now passed out Louise as I walk up to my room.
   The room is completely bare now. It was once covered in superhero and band posters, but now the white walls are bare and the only things left in the room are my bed, dresser, bookshelf, and desk. I've already shipped my things to my apartmen. Ian and Anthony said I could stay at their house for the night when I get to L.A.
   I lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I rest my hands behind my head and just think about everything.
   That Lasercorn guy looked a lot like David from high school. I mean, it probably was, but I ignored it during the interview. David and I didn't exactly part on good terms and I don't feel like reopening old wounds. I can't help but think about it though.

   "You're leaving?!" I shriek sitting down at the table in David's house. "Dave, you said-"
   "I know what I said, Ella-Bear," Dave replies. "I know, you wanted me to get a job around the college you're attending in Upper Michigan, but I got a good job in California."
   "Dave, I want to stick together and always be best friends," tears well in my eyes now. He shakes his head.
   "El, I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do about it," He says harshly. Tears fall down my cheeks.
   "But I-"
   "No. Ella, I'm leaving," he says walking into his bedroom. Dave's dad walks in.
   "Ella, are you okay?"
   "Fine," I say, standing up and walking out of David's house not realizing it would he the last time I'd see him.

   Beep. Beep. Beep. I slam my hand down onto the alarm. Time to get up and head to the airport.
   I get dressed and brush my hair grabbing my backpack that I'm carrying on the plane with my laptop and 3DS inside. I walk down the stairs and grab my keys. I have to leave my car at the airport, but I asked David to cone get it when his shift is over at the coffee shop.
   I go through security and sit in a chair near the gate of my flight. I film a little vlog on my phone.
   "Sup, bitches," I say. "Guess what... I got that internship at Smosh Games I was talking about. I mean, I've never watched any of their videos, but they all seem pretty cool," I pause for a second thinking of what to say. "Oh! I'm also planning on just doing a lot more with my channel while I'm there, maybe some other types of videos or something. I just want to start something different. So tell me What you wan to see in the comments and I'll see y'all later."
   I stop recording and just post the video as it is to YouTube titling it 'Some Awesome News!'
   I check my subscriber count. 200. How'd it jump so fast. Last time I checked I was at 100.
   "Flight 147 is now boarding," a woman says over the intercom. I get up, grab my ticket, and sling my backpack over my shoulder. I give the woman my ticket, she scans it and lets me pass. I walk to my seat and sit down, putting my backpack at my feet. I stare out the window and someone sits down next to me. It's a guy about my age. He has dark brown almost black hair with blue on top. He smiles at me politely. I smile back, then look back out the window.
   "Ever flown before?" he asks.
   "Once," I reply. "But I hated it then and I still hate it now."
   "Yeah," he says. "I fly a lot for work."
   "Oh yeah?" I ask. "What do you do?"
   "I make YouTube videos," he says seeming a little embarrassed.
   "Oh!" I say. "I know you. You're Markiplier."
   "Yeah," he says with a bright smile nodding.
   "What were you doing in the Upper Peninsula?" I ask.
   "I've got some friends that live up here," he says. "I wasn't traveling for work for once."
   "Oh cool," I reply. We sit in silence as the plane finally starts to take off.
   "So, why are you headed to L.A.?" He asks.
   "I got an internship at Smosh Games," I say.
   "Oh cool. I like Ian and Anthony they're funny and the rest of the Smosh Games crew is awesome," he says. I nod.
   "I'm excited and I'll get college credit for it and not to mention the experience for my film classes," I say.
   "Film?" he asks.
   "Yeah. I want to help on movie sets and stuff. I have my own YouTube channel and have been dabbling with film since high school," I say.
   "A YouTube channel?" he asks.
   "Yeah. I play video games and vlog and stuff," I say slightly embarrassed.
   "How many subs do you have?"
   "200," I say. "I know it's not many but it's cool to be able to interact with them."
   "No, no, that's super cool. Its doesn't matter how many subscribers you have its just that you have fun with it," He says. I nod.
  
   Mark and I continue talking for the whole flight. We exchanged numbers and he wants to record some videos together for our channels. He said he'd call me when he has the time to record together.

   I grab my backpack and get off the plane. I walk around the airport looking for anyone from Smosh Games.
   I see a man with orange hair holding a sign that says 'Ella Mitchell', that's Lasercorn/David. He's standing next to a man with black hair and glasses, Joven/Joshua, and a man with brown hair and a DOTA t-shirt, Matt Sohinki.
   "Hey," I say awkwardly waving. They all look at me.
   "Hey," they all say. We stand in an awkward silence.
   "Lets go and we can show you around SGHQ," Joven says. I nod.
   "Lead the way," I respond.