"It's alright, you guys don't have to pay me back." I smile.
                          
"Hold up, there's no way you're paying for all of our drinks." Shayne says, taking out his wallet. I push his hands down before he can hand me any money.
                          
"Well too bad, because I am." I say simply. I sit down and I feel something touch my butt. I look and I see Shayne has slipped a ten-dollar bill into my back pocket. I look up at him and sigh, he smirks and leans over to whisper in my ear.
                          
"Just take it. I'm not letting you pay for everyone's drinks." He whispers. I look at him and purse my lips, he smiles and shrugs.
                          
The meeting begins and I don't talk the whole time, I don't want to say something stupid. Shayne and Courtney actually end up pitching a lot of things and help with concepts in sketches. They write a lot more of the scripts than I realized. 
                          
After a little while, the meeting starts to end.
                          
"Okay, just a reminder, after lunch, we need all of the cars in the back parking lot to be moved to the front parking lot for the video we're filming." Matt Raub announces.
                          
"I'm sorry but I don't believe I was ever told what video we're filming." I say.
                          
Matt Raub looks at me for a second, "Oh um, Smosh Squad will be doing a scooter challenge video."
                          
I nod slowly because he didn't seem too confident with his answer. We all leave the conference room and I follow the rest of the squad to the Smosh Squad room.
                          
"Scooter challenge? Really?" I say sitting down at my desk.
                          
Keith and Shayne look at each other quickly, "Yeah! It'll be fun." Keith smiles. I look at the others and they all nod. There is definitely something they're not telling me, but honestly, I don't think I even want to know. 
                          
We all just stay in the squad room for lunch, talking about random things like if Ian were bald, a very interesting conversation. We come to the conclusion that if Ian were to go bald he should audition to be a real-life Mr. Clean.
                          
Courtney checks her phone, "Uh, Noah, Keith, Olivia, we need to go set up in the parking lot. Shayne, do your roll." Courtney, Noah, Keith, and Olivia all stand up and leave the room. I look over at Shayne who's still just on his phone.
                          
"Why do they need to set up?" I ask.
                          
"No reason, I guess they were just asked to." He shrugs.
                          
"Okay, maybe I'll go help, I might as well." I reply. I stand up and start walking towards the door.
                          
"No!" Shayne says suddenly.
                          
"What do you mean 'no'?" I laugh.
                          
He hesitates, "I mean you can't go help, because you're not wearing shoes, and you wouldn't want to go outside without shoes on!"
                          
"Okay... So I'll put on shoes." I reach down to grab my shoes but Shayne grabs them before me.
                          
"Come and get them." He says and runs out of the room.
                          
I chase after him, "Shayne! What are you doing?" He doesn't stop. Eventually, I catch up to him and he holds up his hands innocently.
                          
"Where did you put my shoes?" I ask.
                          
"That's a secret." He smiles.
                          
I look into the room I saw him just come out of and I see Damien sitting at a desk.
                          
"Damien," I say, "Where are my shoes?"
                          
"I, uh, well-" He stutters, "They're uh, in that drawer! I'm sorry Shayne!" Damien points to a drawer and Shayne sighs and shakes his head. I open the drawer and sure enough, my shoes are there. I slip them on and am about to leave the room when Shayne blocks the doorway.