Just friends, we swear

The Induction into the group

(Outfit you're wearing above)
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You took a shaky breath as you realized what was about to happen. You had found it funny when you went back and watched Wes and Flitz's introductions, and Damien and Boze's... but now that you had to do it you weren't particularly thrilled whatsoever. You felt the alien chocker on your neck with your fingers out of apprehension, hoping it would provide you any comfort through the thoughts of the awkward situation that was about to happen. You put your hand down, not wanting to break the chocker by accident.

"Hey (y/n)." You heard a familiar voice behind you, turning you smiled faintly realizing it was Wes.

"Hey, big guy." You returned the greeting, calling him by the affectionate and friendly nickname you had given him due to the fact that he was quite a good few inches taller than you. By that, you meant that he was a foot taller than you give or take a few inches. 

He smiled at you reassuringly, resting a hand on your shoulder "You'll do great, I know you will. Trust me it's not as bad as it seems." 

"Really?" You asked, hoping he was right. You had been dreading this for days now, in fact, you had been dreading it since the exact moment you had been told five days ago you were going to be inducted into the official smosh games squad. 

"Yes, really. I think you'll find it funny after a few lines. People are seriously really bad at grammar in fanfictions like this, they're all terrible!" He laughed.

"I guess it'll be funny, but man fanfictions are sometimes so bad and so just... cringe-worthy," You paused to adjust your Nasa bag that had fallen a bit off of your shoulder "Seriously, some are just really, really, really bad." You frowned, hoping you didn't get one that was incredibly... graphic. 

"Eh, there are some good ones. You have to give people credit though, at least they're doing something productive." He winked at you, nudging your shoulder a bit.

You chuckled "Yeah I guess you're right, they could be doing worse things with their life."

You were thankful for Wes, not only for calming you down now. But the handsome, funny, childish goof with good hair had grown to be your best friend.  You ran your fingers through your (H/l) (H/c) hair out of anxiety, though Wes did help calm your anxiety a little bit it still lingered like a monster in the shadows that had its hands right on your back.

"You ready?!" Mari said, walking through the doorway. 

"Nope." You smiled

"Good." She laughed and gestured for you and Wes to follow her. 

The once-again brown haired female had become like an older sister to you, and you looked up to her a lot. Your first thought on this chick was that she was incredibly awesome and you could really become good friends with her. Both those thoughts had proven correct. All the members of Smosh had really become like family to you, and now... now you were going to have to read fanfiction about them. 

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(On set)

You were sitting on one of the blue stools provided to you. Joven started the introduction as per usual, and everybody else crowded around him... and you. He was standing right next to you and was continuing on about you. 

"Now, some of you may have seen her in some of our Instagram pictures, and guest starring in a few videos... a mysterious girl that you all know nothing aboot!" he had stumbled on the last sentence and everybody laughed. Mari doubled over yelling "Aboot! Aboot!" and you also giggled.

"Shhh! Shut up!" Joven swatted away Wes's hand that was prodding his shoulder. "As I sai-" 

"What you said was Aboot!" interrupted Boze. You laughed, as did Mari, Damien, and Wes.