Here's To Us [Shourtney]

13. Me at three months old?

Hey, hey, you, you! Hello there!

I actually finished writing this chapter at 5:37 in the morning of June 24th here in the Philippines. I'm just about to go to sleep. Yep, my body clock is more than dead, my friends. Do you guys have any tips on how to fix your body clock and how to sleep better?

Other than that, as I said in my message board, we got #1 on the Shourtney tag here on Wattpad (as of this writing)! Thank you so much for that and for the recent 3.5k+ reads! Y'all are fire! *fire emoji*

Media section up there has the reference for our chapter title! Yay maybe?

Anyway, for now, Shayne's POV and see ya!

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"I can't believe you went all the way to Colorado to get a baby picture for TNTL."

"But it made you laugh, didn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. That was really funny."

I had lost the role of my dreams yesterday, but yesterday, I also knew for certain that Courtney Ruth Miller, 25, Gemini, an artist under Tight Light Records, a film student at UCLA, and the only Courtney Miller of Smosh, was the woman of my dreams.

"I went around the complex this morning," she tells me as I sort a bunch of things in boxes. "Apparently, we have an old neighbor, a widower, from probably seven rooms away who sells handmade picture frames. I bought some from him, I'll be picking it up in a few, so get all your pictures ready."

"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. "I don't have too many pictures in here."

"Sure," she mumbles, tying her hair up. "I have a lot and I kinda wanna put them up in here. The man had really nice frames, and when I asked what I could do to help him out in his business, he said spreading the word would be enough."

"Nice, let's help him out through Smosh then," I reply, smiling. "Not gonna lie, our office lacks pictures of stuff."

"Should I tell him we gotta bulk order now?"

"Yeah, and we'll put up all sorts of pictures on the walls, make it look cool and sleek yet homey and nice."

"We gotta tell Ian first though."

When Courtney leaves to get the picture frames from our neighbor, I search around my apartment for the pictures I planned on putting in. I had a picture of my brothers and I, of course, that I already had framed. But there were more pictures that needed framing. First, the baby picture needed a nicer frame. Next, I had way too many photos of the So Random! cast throughout the years, during the shoots and the reunions. The Goldbergs cast and crew had some pictures with me too, and I kept some photos from my other endeavors.

And of course, Smosh. All the way from Anthony's last days at the office to our Vegas trip. All important photos. All great memories. All had Courtney in it too.

Courtney comes in with a box full of frames and says to me immediately, "Dude, that old man was so nice. I'm glad we're able to help him out."

"As we should," I tell her as I pick out some frames. We had 15 frames in total, and since there were two of us, we had rights to seven each. One frame, the biggest one a legal size, was left in the box, and it had gold and green accents in it.

"Do you think, for the rest of our marriage, you'll have anyone coming over?" Courtney asks.

"Definitely not, except Damien," I answer, holding the frame in my hands.

She goes back into our room to get our marriage certificate, and she places it inside the frame. "There we go," she mumbles, laughing. "Isn't it ironic?"