God, you hated Thanksgiving.
It wasn't the fact that you had to drive a long time to get to the event, nor was it the fact that you didn't believe it was important.
You just really didn't like being around people. Not because they annoyed you, but because you had social anxiety. Most people called it generalized anxiety disorder, but you thought that sounded like a disease and didn't use the term. Fortunately, you weren't very social, and no one knew.
Unfortunately, your mother invited you to a large family Thanksgiving in San Francisco. "What the hell am I going to do?" you thought aloud as you lay on your bed looking at the ceiling. You pondered the thought.
You knew Smosh.
Not excessively, mind you, but well enough that you felt comfortable around both Ian and Anthony. You also knew the Smosh Games crew, but they all claimed to be going to their own family gatherings anyways.
"Ian's leaving too...," you said glumly. That only left Anthony, but you figured he'd be going with Ian. You needed someone to be with at this dinner. You had an abnormally large family, half of which you hardly knew, but knowing someone else could be there comforted you.
Right then, your phone went off with Ian's caller ID.
"Hello?" you answered.
"Hey, just checking up," he said nonchalantly.
"I'm fine, mother." You rolled your eyes.
"Hey, so, Anthony's wondering if you're doing anything for Thanksgiving. He's staying home and if you are, he figures you guys can hang out." You paused for a second.
"Wait, I thought he was going with you," you told him.
"Nah, he said he'd rather stay home. I said it's fine, my Thanksgivings aren't cool anyways. So, are you doing anything?"
"I have one to go to, yeah. But I don't want to." Ian's laugh came through the line.
"Maybe you should drag Anthony with you," he joked. "No doubt he'll be super thrilled."
"Well...," you started, but didn't finish.
"Well, what?" Ian asked, waiting.
"I was hoping someone could come with me, but if Anthony doesn't want to-"
"You know what?" Ian interrupted. "Take him. God knows he needs to get out anyways, he's been locked up in the house all week. The douche won't even get up before twelve unless there's a Smosh video to do."
"You think he'll get mad?"
"Probably not. I mean, what's there to be mad about?" You chuckled.
"Yeah, probably. But...would you mind telling him for me?"
"What's up?"
"Nothing, just have some errands to do and my phone's going to die soon."
"Yeah, okay. Later, butthead," he teased.
"Bye, douche-nugget," you laughed as you hung up. You checked your battery, which was almost at full. You checked your watch and knew you had nothing to do.
-Back at le Smosh house...-
"Who're you talking to?" Anthony asked as he searched the fridge for food.
"Just (YN)," Ian answered as he hung up the phone.
"Yeah? What's up with her?"
"She's got a reunion thing to go to."
