They changed my life... (Smosh Fan Fiction)

The News.

•Chapter 14•

The News.

~Ian POV~
I went to sleep in my room, but Emmalee might've stayed with Anthony. I woke up quite early the next day, with a phone call. "Manager." read the contact. "Hello?" I answer
"Aye Ian! How you doin man?!" He asked ecstatically. "Good, good. It's really nice here in Ohio. I'm glad we're here." Nothing I was saying was a lie.
"Oh.. Well how's Anthony?"
"Not sure.. But I think just the same,"
"Well.. I hate to break it to you, but.. You're being relocated soon."
"What?! Noo! Why!?"
"Well, it's well near the end of September. We basically just had a vidcon, but you guys are getting more and more popular. We're going to need a little more money for sets and budgets and things. To keep you at the top, you know? You guys are going to be traveling a lot now, doing meet and greets and stuff. To earn us at least a little bit of extra cash. So don't get too comfortable. The first one will be in 2 weeks at the Belden Village mall, since you're in the area. But have your bags packed by then, and the house up for sale. You have plenty of time for this. I'll get you updated soon.. Listen, I gotta go. Busy times. This is a worldwide program, it's called YouTube Meet Ups. I gotta get some others notified. Carry on, best regards."
Then there was the dreaded dial tone. I was stunned. I couldn't even move, probably because I was shirtless and this house is cold. I had to notify Anthony. But not in front on Emmalee, she would be heartbroken.
~Anthony POV~
I woke up the next day, with a major head ache. Kind of like a sugar hang over, I was exhausted. I slip on a t shirt and a pair of shorts and pick up the empty cake box, reminding me of the night before. I waltz into the kitchen and toss it into the trash can. I was in an oddly good mood for the way I felt, after the roller coaster of emotions I experienced last night that we called my birthday. They gave me an awesome time last night for my birthday celebration and now it's time to make up for it. I used my time wisely. I put 3 eggs in the skillet and put a couple waffles in the toaster. I used the other front burner to start the bacon. The back burners were used as well. I used a cake pan to Make a square pancake (which I then cut into many little squares) and the last section for sausage. It may be a bit much for just a normal breakfast, but I consider it a sorry-for-bitching-at-you-but-you-are-still-my-best-friend breakfast buffet. The aroma of the kitchen was purely astonishing. The waffles were the first to be done, so I replaced their spot in the toaster with bread. I got out a massive plate with many sections and piled the waffles on each other. Next, the eggs finished. They were scrambled, so I put equal sections of the eggs into 3 bowls and sat one in front of each chair. While I waited for everything else, I grabbed the syrup and poured it on the waffles and sat it on the counter. I made me and Ian coffee, while Emmalee preferred apple juice. I sat the glasses next to the bowls of eggs. I got out plates for the 3 of us and put the waffles on them. I put the bigger plate in the sink, realizing I wouldn't really need it. I cut up the now finished pancake and gave everyone a little section. I also covered that in syrup. The toast was ready now. I put butter on 2 of them and the third one had grape jelly, just the way Ian liked it. I took a a few sausage links and placed one on each plate. Finally, the bacon was done. I have Ian the crunchy kind, Emmalee the chewy kind, and me whatever was left over. I put silver ware and napkins close to each plate and I was proud. This was amazing. I had to wake them up before the breakfast got cold. I ran back and tapped Ian on the ear an see immediately woke up. "Ow!! Dude what the fuck!" He growled. He sniffed the air. "What is.. That amazing smell? Did you do this?"
I bit my lip as I grinned, and forced out a mischievous "Maybe,"
Ian told me to get out so he could put on something more day appropriate, so I'd figured I'd get Emmalee. I pulled her covers off of her. "Good morninggggg!!!!" I said gaily. "Ugh Anthony.. What the heck. It's like, 9:30. And in 12 year old girl time, that's too early for me." She said glaring at the clock. I started to exit the room as she followed. She started, "And it's the freakin weekend too dud-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence. "Woah!! Bruh! Did you make all of this Anthony?? This is amazing!"
I smiled with pride over my creation. "But why?!" She exclaimed.
"Because I felt like I owed you, and this is my thanks for last night," I admitted.
"Aw Anthony! You didn't have to do all This! But thank you so much though, it looks great." Emmalee excitedly skipped to her seat and didn't hesitate to begin her meal. Ian, on the other hand, was taking a while. I went to check on him, and rush him so his food is still warm. I knocked on his door. "Ian, it's me.. Are you decent?" I checked.
"Oh yeah, come in." He responded. I walked in and he was sitting in his desk chair. "Anthony.. There's something really important I think you need to know about."
I was a little scared and suspicious. If he couldn't say this without it being in private, it must not be good.