Smosh Fic
This Story was Co-written by Phebrez and myself. We started off with the best intentions, trying to write a small fic from the prompt: First Kiss and the story turned into this.....We are really really sorry.... Could be considered as Preslash. We have no idea....enjoy.
The First Kiss
Setting: Smosh house
Characters: Barber Shop pole, Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Charlie The Drunk Guinea Pig, Crazy Milk Guy, Teleporting Fat Guy
Genre: Stupidity
"What is this?!" an angry Ian Hecox yelled, storming through the house towards the garage, a scrunched up picture in his hands. He barged in with a look of fury on his face, surprising the unsuspecting trio; mid card game.
"Dude, what the hell?" he yelled, trying his hardest not to show his surprise at the sight that met him.
Before him, at a foldaway table, sat an unlikely trio. To his right, the mad demented eyes of the milk crazed man stared through him, nose twitching for the slightest hint of a milky aroma. To his left, the wide grin of an overweight teleporter left him dazed and sweaty. But, in front of him stood an intimidating black swivel office chair, hiding the identity of the third party of the trio.
Slowly the chair turned; a magnesium flash blinded him despite his pitiful attempt of raising his arms to shield himself from the glare. His vision blurred into a mixture of red and white stripes. He shook his head, anger returning.
"Care to explain this, Barber Shop Pole!" he thrust the picture in his hands forwards, uncrinkling it before the group.
The surprised gasps from the poles companions where the only sound to fill the room. The pole itself, sat cool and collected.
"Tell me! What were you doing with Antoinette?"
The picture revealed, a blonde busty Antoinette sat in the arms of a tux clad Barber Shop Pole. An aurora of lust surrounding the pole as it gazed at the blondes chest in the photo.
"That's OUR tree house! And that's MY tux you're wearing! And that's my fiancé you're ogling!"
The interlopers of this scene turned, wide mouthed, towards Barber Shop Pole ; awaiting his response. More gasps filled the room and the pair turn towards Ian.
"What do you mean she took you there?! My Antoinette would never....." he froze as the other cut him off abruptly. The other two mesmerized by the argument, were pass popcorn between each other, neither willing to interrupt the harsh statement of Barber Shop Pole.
"B-but... she said my bowl haircut was sexy!"
The trio shook their heads, "Dude, bowl haircuts are never sexy," the milk obsessed man said, preening his own long greasy hair.
"Not for at least 200 years, when they find out that bowl haircuts give you wings."
"Really?" Ian cried ecstatically, anger and betrayal forgotten, as he dashed out towards the garden in an attempt to fly.
Meanwhile.........
"I'm telling you Charlie there is no way that you fought off King Kong," stated a tired Anthony as he walked towards the living room at guinea pig pace.
"Listen here you bloody poof, I once took on the darkest evil this planet had ever known!"
"Ian's mum?"
"Worse, Justin Beiber fangirls," the drunken guinea pig replied, releasing a shudder at the memory.
A loud clatter from outside caught their attention. The pair turned towards the patio doors in time to see the body of Ian crash land to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Anthony asked his fallen friend.
"Trying to figure out how to fly!" Ian replied making his way up towards the roof.
"Why?" Anthony asked, side stepping as Ian once again came crashing down.
"Because having a bowl haircut gives you wings!"
"Dude, that is the dumbest thing I've heard today."
"Suddenly a guinea pig fighting off King Kong sounds realistic," Charlie sassily added, ignoring
Anthony's eye roll. Without warning Charlie sneakily rolls a beer bottle towards Anthony's path. A halo appears above his furred head as the teen trips, over the discarded but unsurprisingly empty bottle, landing on his stomach.
Without thought towards how he had managed to trip, Anthony rolls over onto his back in time to see Ian's body flying over him. The pair gush girlishly as their bodies move closer, before they realize it their lips crash together, a flash in the background doesn't even register in the minds of the two teens, their lips still smoshed together.
Charlie sits in the background, iphone pointed directly at the pair, besides him sits a smug Barber Shop Pole.
"What do you mean you're the one that set up the kiss?! It was my beer bottle the tripped the poof," Charlie argued, while filming the frozen lip locked pair.
"I knew this would happen, it was written in the milk," the milk drinking man whispered to the air.
The wooshing sound of an incoming teleporter did nothing to break up the teens. As he took in the sight before him, he smiled, knowing of the pairs secret feeling for each other he had no other choice but to pull off this next move.
"Bundle!" He yelled and jumped on the pair, effectively ending the kiss.
In the background Charlie sighed, "Bloody Poofs."
The First Kiss
Setting: Smosh house
Characters: Barber Shop pole, Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Charlie The Drunk Guinea Pig, Crazy Milk Guy, Teleporting Fat Guy
Genre: Stupidity
"What is this?!" an angry Ian Hecox yelled, storming through the house towards the garage, a scrunched up picture in his hands. He barged in with a look of fury on his face, surprising the unsuspecting trio; mid card game.
"Dude, what the hell?" he yelled, trying his hardest not to show his surprise at the sight that met him.
Before him, at a foldaway table, sat an unlikely trio. To his right, the mad demented eyes of the milk crazed man stared through him, nose twitching for the slightest hint of a milky aroma. To his left, the wide grin of an overweight teleporter left him dazed and sweaty. But, in front of him stood an intimidating black swivel office chair, hiding the identity of the third party of the trio.
Slowly the chair turned; a magnesium flash blinded him despite his pitiful attempt of raising his arms to shield himself from the glare. His vision blurred into a mixture of red and white stripes. He shook his head, anger returning.
"Care to explain this, Barber Shop Pole!" he thrust the picture in his hands forwards, uncrinkling it before the group.
The surprised gasps from the poles companions where the only sound to fill the room. The pole itself, sat cool and collected.
"Tell me! What were you doing with Antoinette?"
The picture revealed, a blonde busty Antoinette sat in the arms of a tux clad Barber Shop Pole. An aurora of lust surrounding the pole as it gazed at the blondes chest in the photo.
"That's OUR tree house! And that's MY tux you're wearing! And that's my fiancé you're ogling!"
The interlopers of this scene turned, wide mouthed, towards Barber Shop Pole ; awaiting his response. More gasps filled the room and the pair turn towards Ian.
"What do you mean she took you there?! My Antoinette would never....." he froze as the other cut him off abruptly. The other two mesmerized by the argument, were pass popcorn between each other, neither willing to interrupt the harsh statement of Barber Shop Pole.
"B-but... she said my bowl haircut was sexy!"
The trio shook their heads, "Dude, bowl haircuts are never sexy," the milk obsessed man said, preening his own long greasy hair.
"Not for at least 200 years, when they find out that bowl haircuts give you wings."
"Really?" Ian cried ecstatically, anger and betrayal forgotten, as he dashed out towards the garden in an attempt to fly.
Meanwhile.........
"I'm telling you Charlie there is no way that you fought off King Kong," stated a tired Anthony as he walked towards the living room at guinea pig pace.
"Listen here you bloody poof, I once took on the darkest evil this planet had ever known!"
"Ian's mum?"
"Worse, Justin Beiber fangirls," the drunken guinea pig replied, releasing a shudder at the memory.
A loud clatter from outside caught their attention. The pair turned towards the patio doors in time to see the body of Ian crash land to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Anthony asked his fallen friend.
"Trying to figure out how to fly!" Ian replied making his way up towards the roof.
"Why?" Anthony asked, side stepping as Ian once again came crashing down.
"Because having a bowl haircut gives you wings!"
"Dude, that is the dumbest thing I've heard today."
"Suddenly a guinea pig fighting off King Kong sounds realistic," Charlie sassily added, ignoring
Anthony's eye roll. Without warning Charlie sneakily rolls a beer bottle towards Anthony's path. A halo appears above his furred head as the teen trips, over the discarded but unsurprisingly empty bottle, landing on his stomach.
Without thought towards how he had managed to trip, Anthony rolls over onto his back in time to see Ian's body flying over him. The pair gush girlishly as their bodies move closer, before they realize it their lips crash together, a flash in the background doesn't even register in the minds of the two teens, their lips still smoshed together.
Charlie sits in the background, iphone pointed directly at the pair, besides him sits a smug Barber Shop Pole.
"What do you mean you're the one that set up the kiss?! It was my beer bottle the tripped the poof," Charlie argued, while filming the frozen lip locked pair.
"I knew this would happen, it was written in the milk," the milk drinking man whispered to the air.
The wooshing sound of an incoming teleporter did nothing to break up the teens. As he took in the sight before him, he smiled, knowing of the pairs secret feeling for each other he had no other choice but to pull off this next move.
"Bundle!" He yelled and jumped on the pair, effectively ending the kiss.
In the background Charlie sighed, "Bloody Poofs."