we sat in the car, camera propped up and almost ready to go.

chris leaned forward and started the camera. then he jumped back which made me look up from my phone.

"oh-oh my god!"

"lighting mcqueen, in your asscrack." nick said.

i made a face and looked back down at my phone. i heard matt get out of the car to check the camera while i was on instagram dm'ing people.

i turned off my phone as matt got back in the car. then my phone buzzed in my lap. i went to pick it up but nick swatted my hand.

"what the fuck, nick?"

"get off your phone. we're filming a video!" he stated, gesturing to the camera.

"yeah, lily!" chris laughed.

"shut the fuck up, your always on your phone."

"no, that's matt." he said, pointing to him in the drivers seat.

"ok, woooow! it's thanksgiving!" nick exclaimed.

"no it's not." matt stated flatly.

"yes it is." me, chris, and nick said in unison.

"well right now it is, but when they watch it tomorrow it's not gonna be." he said.

"well, i'm talking in present tense." nick picked up his drink.

"well i'm not."

they bickered for a bit before i looked at the camera.

"chris is turned off," i said pointing at it, after tapping his shoulder.

"i'll go check it." he said, getting out after turning it back on.

"ok, while chris is out of the car, i'll explain. matt has a christmas hat on and i have um... i have turkey legs on..." he continued but i didn't bother to listen.

i wanted to check my phone to see what the notification was from, but i felt if i picked it up, nick would take it or some stupid shit. 

chris got back in the car and told matt how good he looked.

we said happy thanksgiving to all the people who celebrate it and did cheers.

"tink. tink."

"what are you thankful for?" matt asked chris, holding up a water bottle and pretending it was a mic.

"can we move on, like i'm really bored." nick said.

"hush, rat." i said.

"i'm thankful for the five minutes of peace i get when nick shuts his mouth." chris looked back at him.

"me too!" matt said.

"so am i."

"that's good. that's awesome. shut up." nick said causing me and chris to giggle.

"no, i'm thankful, real talk for the viewers and the people." chris pointed at the camera.

"i think we all are. we love you guys so much." i smiled.

chris went on but nick started banging his finger on his can.

"nick stop. stop." matt told him.

"stop." i yanked the can from his hand.

he pushed me and grabbed it back.

"bitch." he said.

"whatever stupid." i rolled my eyes and looked back at chris.

"i think these are the most next level fucking chip in the world." chris said holding up his chip bag.

"no one cares... let's put them down." nick went on.

"nick, could you actually shut the fuck up. we just started the video and i'm already so pissed off." i said.

"please." matt added, rubbing his temples.

"i care and they care." chris gestured towards the camera.

"mm! real talk to shouldn't show them that cause they're already popular enough where they're never at the store." nick told him.

matt handed the bag back to chris.

"put those back down." he grabbed the bag and put it out of sight from the camera.

"right! we can't have people know."

"what are we talking about today." matt asked.

"your mom." i stated.

"who would be the last person you want at your thanksgiving meal? like, who just just ruin it?" chris asked.

"nick." i said.

chris laughed and looked back. nick gave me a fake laugh and went back to crushing his can.

"i have my answer."

"who?"

"gordon ramsey."

"oooh! that's a great answer."

"he's be critiquing every fucking thing."

"nick! can you stop with the fucking can!?" i yelled as he continued to squeeze it.

"ok, put it down. put it down." matt commanded.

"your killing me!" chris reached for the can, trying to take it from him.

"put the cup down."

"your making way more noise than you need to."

"put the drink down."

"i'll throw that shit out the window." i told him.

"all of you need to relax like a severe amount." he took another drink from the can.

"no you need to relax a big amount. you match that actually very well with you outfit."

"why the fuck are you complementing him?" i sneered.

"because," he shrugged, "you look really cool."

"thanks."

"but you need to put it away." chris grabbed the can but nick still had his hands on it.

"i'm not putting it away cause i'm drinking out of it. finish your story."

"no, put it down."

"absolutely not."

"ok then, i'm leaving the car if you don't put it down."

"get out."

"ok." chris turned and opened the door.

"want me to open the door for you?"

"chris, don't do this." matt told him.

"no, chris please don't. he's not worth it." i shook my head.

"i will leave."

"goodbye!"

"don't do it."

"stay in the car."

chris closed the car door.

"put your drink away."

"no, i'm using it."

"your using it to be fucking obnoxious." i looked at him but he was too busy arguing with chris.

nick and chris kept going and matt asked something. soon, we were all talking over each other.

"clifford the big red dog!" matt stated.

that's one way to end an argument.

"what is he doing around?"

"what?"

"what is he- why are you bringing him up. i don't give a fuck about clifford."

" i wouldn't want him at my thanksgiving."

chris laughed.

"either he'd eat everything or he'd take up too much room."

"that is so true."

" that's kind of discriminatory against clifford and other big red dogs."

"oh, isn't it crazy the odds clifford got?"

"what?"

"like he isn't only a big dog he the big red dog."

"well it's also a fictional kids story."

"yeah, he's not real."

they started to argue again. i couldn't even do this right now. i am so fucking tired. i decided to keep quiet for a little.

i laughed at all the jokes that were made and nodded along.

then yelled at each other about pop tarts. i couldn't stop laughing when nick was proven wrong about the stupid pop tarts.

we ended the video with nick throwing a bottle at chris's head. then saying bye to everyone.

we turned off the camera and walked inside our house. i checked my phone and remember the notification.

it was from johnny's instagram...

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