*Isabelle's POV*
Before we got the video started, I changed my shirt. I didn't want to go on the Internet with a shirt with mustard all over it. That's just Nashty. Ahh puns. They're my favorite.
"Hang on a minute. I'm gonna change my shirt." I said.
"We'll wait!" Taylor yelled.
I went into the bathroom and changed my shirt. Then I went back onto the bed and sat beside Carter, and Taylor.
"Ready now?" Taylor asked.
I nodded. But before we started, Carter introduced me to Aaron, who had waited there for us. Then we finally got the video started.
Taylor did the intro, and started asking questions.
"What's your guys's ages?" He quoted a twitter question.
"18!" Taylor said.
"The Mr. Dallas is 19!"
"Woah woah, don't take my name! I'm the only Mr. here! And the Mr. Carter is 17!"
I laughed silently at Carter. I was thinking, if I dad hadn't moved, I would be sitting in my bed just waiting for this video to be posted, and spamming them with questions. I was happy I was here right now.
"15." Aaron said.
"16!" Nash yelled.
"16 as well!" Matthew said.
They all continued saying their ages. But I didn't say mine. They all looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"How old are you?" Shawn asked.
"16."
"Thank you! There'll be more." Taylor said.
"Next question!" Matthew said in a funny voice. He asked this one. "How many kids do you want? *Wink* *wink*"
"3!" Nash said.
"25 and 1/2!" Matthew yelled.
I looked at him like he was insane.
"What?"
"2!" Carter said.
"Same here!" I said kissing his cheek.
We got through all the questions and ended the video. Taylor stayed up editing the video the first thing I did, was get my pajamas on and climb in bed and sleep immediately. I was exhausted. But before I fell asleep, I set my alarm for 9.
~Next morning~
I woke up to my annoying alarm. I put my pillow over my head and groaned.
"Babe! Get up!" I heard Carter say.
"I don't wanna!"
"Fine. Miss out on iHop."
"Thanks I will."
I grabbed my phone and hit the 'snooze' button, but I put the pillow right back over my face.
"Awh common!" He said.
"I. Don't. Want. To."
"Why not?"
I uncovered my face with my pillow.
"Because I'm tired. And I feel like crap."
He laid down beside me.
"Aw. What's wrong?" He asked.
"My head is thundering and I feel like I'm about to puke up everything in my body."
He kissed my forehead.
