SMOSH THROUGH TIME: The Exciting Middle Part (Book Two)

Chapter Sixteen - Smosh is in Trouble

Whoa, time flew so fast! I remember like it was just yesterday that I was about to finish the first book, now the third one's completed?! That's crazy! Thanks for my friends/readers who have supported me and this book. The first one, 8.7K reads for a non-ianthony fanfic?! Unbelievable! Hahaha

I dunno about you but I consider that as an achievement!

I sure hope SMOSH sees this, cross fingers, toes and... ballsacks? LOL

And now this book's crossed its 5.7k read?! Amazing!

Not to mention 'AGAINST TIME' the third book has dominated the first two, currently with 14.8K reads!

Alright, let's proceed with the last chapter of "THROUGH TIME"

-Migz
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Anthony Padildo

Mari and Billy tied the unconscious evil Ian then Teleporting Fat Guy brought him back to 2015 and returned right away as if he never left.

Ian slipped the glove on his hand then grabbed my arm, he pulled me back to the door leading to the stairs, separating us from the three.

"Ian, what autographs?" I asked.

"I sorta promised a group of girls that I'll be signing some of their things." He replied.

"Oh, why did you?"

"It's a long story." Ian smirked. He looked at his watch, "—it's only quarter to five, and we're just in time." He then turned to the group, "We'll be right back guys!"

"Go ahead, we'll be waiting right here." Teleporting Fat Guy said.

"Thanks, man!" Ian tugged my arm and we went down the stairs.

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After a dizzying path down the stairs, we were back on the ground floor, exhausted and sweating. Both of us had hands on our knees, catching our breaths.

I looked at Ian and I remembered that he had the glove with him, "You have the glove with you all this time?"

"It seems so." Ian used his inhaler.

"You could've just teleported us down!" I raised my voice, then punching his arm.

"Oh yeah." A sudden dash of clarity spread across Ian's face. He can REALLY be dumb sometimes.

We went the backdoor entrance. He pushed open the door and there a group of four girls eagerly waited.

"IAN!" A girl with curly ginger hair screamed.

"I knew you'd never let us down!" another girl screamed. I felt their eyes fixed on me with a hint of surprise and confusion.

"Anthony?" said the girl in a Food Battle 2011 shirt, "—is that you? What have you done to your beautiful hair?!" She shrieked, creating a commotion among the four.

I touched my hair, oh yeah, I had a haircut. "I just curled it." I smiled awkwardly.

"Is it really you guys?" asked another teen.

"Yeah, are you really Smosh? The Anthony we know and love has emo hair and Ian we know is not that fat." The blonde girl added.

"Really? You're gonna keep telling me I'm fat? I'm sick and tired of that word." Ian rolled his eyes.

"It's us, guys." I said.

"Prove it." I was stupefied. How CAN we prove that we're ourselves? Since everyone knows a lot about us. Then I thought of something, I sure hope this works. I fixed my hair then waved it in the wind, acting all sexy and shit.