This oneshot is loosely inspired by the song 'If The World Was Ending' by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Disclaimer : Nothing to do with with the corona virus. Also inspired by Grease, not that I love the movie, I just remember some of it, and the three million times Glee did it.

Shayne was in his apartment, content with himself. It was a Saturday, and he'd already done everything he needed to do for the entire weekend. He'd worked out twice already, although he'd probably do that again tomorrow anyways, he'd cleaned his whole apartment, gotten groceries and written a script for an upcoming sketch they had planned.

He was sat on his couch, reading a book, his phone plugged into an outlet and resting on a table. Suddenly, a loud ringing filled his ears, his phone screen lighting up and displaying a familiar face. He closed his book and quickly unplugged his phone, tapping the small green answer button and holding the device to his ear. Ian's voice was full of worry, sadness peppering his tone, him sniffling a few times whilst he explained the situation. There was deep rooted anger in his words, not directed at Shayne of course.

Shayne said goodbye and hung up, holding his phone over his chest and letting out a long exhale of anxiety. Then, the panic of the situation settled in and his first instinct was to get to the office as quickly as possible, so he grabbed a backpack, slid his phone in his pocket and found his keys, leaving his apartment, then the parking lot and driving down the busy street to the all too familiar building.

Meanwhile, Courtney was in a similar situation to Shayne, before the phone call. But that was soon about to change. Already scrolling through her phone, Sarah's name flashed up on her screen and Courtney quickly answered.

One depressing and hurried conversation later, Courtney was up and off the sofa, not bothering to apply makeup, trying not to sob and making her way to work.

Shayne burst through the wooden doors, seeing the whole cast and crew running around frantically, puffy eyed and red cheeked, carrying multiple bags, trying not to break precious and expensive equipment but also trying to get it out to their cars as soon as possible. He ran to his desk and packed up all his stuff, then jogged down to Games to find Damien.

"Hey man, how are you holding up?" he asked, finding his best friend doing what he had been doing seconds earlier, stuffing all of his shit into a bag.

"I don't know, Shayne, I mean, this is all so sudden, absolutely no warning, now it's like you've got an hour and a half to get your shit out before the building's locked up and some real estate crap bag comes to take the place," Damien sighed, running a hand through his brunette-blue hair.

"I know, this company's always been shit, I don't know why Ian and Anthony settled for those assholes in the first place," Shayne replied, anger clouding his mind.

"Yeah, agreeing without being rude to Ian and Anthony, but I get it," he agreed, zipping up his bag. The two guys shared a hug, then went their separate ways, each of them going to a different room to see if there was anything else they could help with.

At that moment, Courtney reached the office and was already a wreck, streams of sadness blurring her vision and running down her cheeks. She passed Olivia, Keith and Noah, all packing their stuff up, then found her own desk and packed her own stuff up. She couldn't bare to look at any of her friends for fear of breaking down even more, and for fear of seeing them like this, knowing it could all be over. Dashing to Ian's office with a bag full of personal items, she pushed open the door to see the small room trashed, Ian looking out the window, holding a small picture frame.

"Hey Ian," she sniffed, wiping her face and walking up behind him.

"Hey Court Bourt," he sighed, placing the photo down on the desk and slapping on a fake smile.

"That's a good memory, I like it, don't let go of this photo," she breathed, tearing up at the picture of a young squad, Ian and Anthony behind them, and Smosh Games surrounding them.

"I'd never. Hey, don't worry, this isn't all going away, all of us will always be together," Ian reassured the crying blonde, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing gently.

"I know, I know. But our parent company going down, that's bad, Ian, what are we gonna do?" she questioned, running a finger across the sleek, white frame and placing it gently on the desk.

"I'm not sure. Find another parent company, film videos in our apartments. But stick together mainly, we need each other."

"You've always had the best ideas, thank you." Courtney smiled, pulling her boss in for a hug and slightly dampening the shoulder of his shirt with her tears.

"Is there anything I can help with before I leave?" she asked, peering out of the open door into the bustling corridor.

"No it's ok, I think we're good, but I'll call you or Shayne or Liv or anybody if we need any more help, ok? Now go home, and try not to think about it, cos everyone's gonna be fine," Ian answered, placing a hand on her shoulder, then gently turning her towards the door.

"Ok, but put that photo in your bag, and don't lose or smash or damage it... please," Courtney said, her eyes watering as she walked out of the door backwards.

"I won't, ever. Bye Court." he smiled, waving as she left.

"See you w-whenever, Ian," she smiled back, hesitating with her words, filling up with fear at the prospect of not knowing when she'd next see some or all of her closest friends.

Courtney left as fast as she could, yet somehow she took in every inch of the office, every small detail, scanning the rooms and corridors with her eyes, imprinting it's image in her mind so she'd never forget. She wouldn't forget anyways.

Shayne wandered down the same corridor as Courtney, his backpack hooked on his shoulder, a box of random props in his arms. He saw the back of the blonde but decided it best not to bother her, he knew she'd probably want to talk later and he didn't want to make her any more upset or distressed than she already was.

Courtney left the squad room, going down in the elevator and slowly walking to the wall of windows displaying glass double doors. In the reflection of the material, she saw a teary-eyed Shayne slightly behind her, focusing on the floor as he walked. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to run away or hug him, her mind was at war with itself.

Suddenly, she remembered old feelings, how things were for a few weeks back when they first started at Smosh, almost five whole years ago. And as Shayne looked up and made solid eye contact with her, those feelings came raging through, like a fire burning in her soul. Neither of them knew what to say, for Shayne felt it too, deep in the pit of his heart, memories of their very first summer games haunted him...

Roughly 5 Years Ago...

Courtney's POV

It was late evening, and Shayne and I were sat on the beach, watching the tide come in and go out, the soothing sound of the waves against the soft, golden sand making the serene night ever more peaceful.

"I'm glad we got together, even though we have to keep it a secret," I sighed, squeezing Shayne's hand and looking into his sky-blue eyes.

"So am I, but telling a little lie every now and then is worth it," he smiled, gently booping my nose and leaning in for a soft kiss. I leaned into his lips and deepened the contact, pushing him down onto the blanket and ruffling the sand around us. He was propped up on his elbows, his hands stroking my arms and pulling me down to lean against his chest. Our legs were intertwined, and so were my left hand and his right, his other hand gently cupping my cheek. Absorbed in each other's touch, everything else seemed irrelevant, the rest of the world, the rest of Smosh, our fans, our contract, they all seemed like a distant universe. Until we heard a voice from the back doors of the Mobli Beach House that snapped us back into that very real universe.

"Shayne? Courtney? What the hell? What's happening down there?" we heard Anthony yell. He shouted for Ian, and thirty seconds later we heard the confused pair walking up behind us. I had buried my head in Shayne's chest, his free hand gently stroking my hair in an effort to comfort me.

"Shayne? Court? What was happening just there?" Ian asked. I pushed up from Shayne's body and rolled onto my stomach, my cheeks boiling hot and bright red. Shayne had sat up, his legs crossed, his hands clenched together and his hair blowing into his eyes from the light breeze.

"Erm... well, see... it's, ooh, uh..." I babbled, fiddling with my fingers as I propped myself up on my elbows.

"You were kissing, Courtney. I saw, tongues down each other's necks, an open defiance of your contracts, we trusted you two with that rule. We trusted you with each other!" Anthony frowned, his eyes showing remorse, but his words displaying annoyance and anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to lie, neither of us did, but these things happen," I apologized timidly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, sometimes two people just need to be together, and sometimes there's inconveniences, like working together with contracts clearly stating no romantic relationships with co-workers. Oh, well we fucked up, now that I'm saying it out loud, I realize how much we've fucked up," Shayne said, staring at the blanket the whole time he spoke.

"Yes Shayne, you've fucked up real bad. Now of course we don't wanna fire you, so we'll give you a few options," Ian began. "Option One, mutually end things and keep all of this under wraps, no telling Olivia or Noah or Keith or anyone. Option Two, we try and coax Defy into rewriting the contract but don't say why, still lying about this relationship, but probably leaving us with stricter rules and regulations, meaning Smosh would take a real toll. Option Three, one of the two of you leaves Smosh so you can continue to date, which wouldn't go down well with the fans or the rest of the Smosh fam, would probably give us a real bad rep cos you just started and would be leaving very quickly, and make both of you feel unhappy and guilty," he finished, shaking his head and realizing how shitfully devastating all three options sounded.

"Well, they all sound shit. But, sadly, option one kinda seems to be the least painful," I sighed, running a hand through my hair and glancing at each of the boys.

"It does. Least painful, we should be going for that right?" Shayne quipped, looking in my direction.

"Yeah, the least emotionally damaging," I reassured him, grabbing his hand and squeezing gently.

"Let's start with that, no more hand holding reassurance cutesy shit, none at all, least amount of physical contact possible," Anthony smirked, speaking playfully and pointing to our hands.

"Fine, dickhead... can you leave us alone for a few minutes? We'll come straight back in, I promise," I asked, giving the pair puppy dog eyes, pushing out my bottom lip in almost-fake sadness.

"Of course, this is a very personal break-up after all," Anthony smiled kindly, nodding to the two of us and grabbing Ian's wrist, practically dragging him away as he craned his neck to look at us. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"So, I guess it's over then," Shayne sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I guess. I just want you to know, it's been amazing, these past few weeks as a couple, I've loved every second of it, even if it was just a fling, just summer lovin'," I smiled, referencing my favorite movie in an attempt to cheer myself up, all the while looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I loved it too, it's been more than worth it. But hey, Danny and Sandy get together eventually, right?" he replied, taking my hand and holding it tight.

"Yeh, they... they do," I whispered, moving closer to him and moving his hair from over his eyes.

"So just remember, you're the one that I want," he smiled.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh honey..." I finished, kissing him softly for what I presumed to be the last time.

We both pulled away, tears rolling silently down my cheeks, the wind blowing my hair.

Shayne wiped away my tears, and rested his hand on my cheek for a second before standing up. He sniffed, wiping at his own eyes, then smiled weakly at me for a second. Looking away, he directed his attention to the sea, and so did I. When I looked back to where he was stood, I saw that he had started to wander off the beach and back to the house.

I stayed there for a few minutes, or a few hours, I can never remember, just reminiscing over some of the best days of my life.

Flashback Over

She smiled weakly at Shayne, remembering the exact words he'd said to her five years ago. He smiled back, his sentence playing over in his mind, on repeat. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't do it yet.