Family Matters (A Smosh fanfic) - Chapter 1

Anthony's POV

Last week, Ian has called his mum to fax him his family tree. He found out he has a twin brother from which he'd never herd before. I thought, why wouldn't I find out if I had a long lost relative, too? Who knows what could I find out.
Fax machine hummed a little as it spitted out a piece of paper. As I got it, I shot a quick glance across it.
There was a name I wasn't familiar with. Amy Padilla. She was supposedly my sister. I took the paper and ran out of the room to find Ian.
"Hey, dude! Ian!" I shouted as I went to the living room, he was plundering the fridge.
"No need of yelling, man", he said as he dived out of his pray holding a fork.
"Look what I've found out!" I handed him my family tree. As he went through it, he was nibbling on the fork, and I couldn't resist to comment: "Yeah, put that fork in your mouth."
"I'm not your girlfriend!" he yelled and I tried to stay serious but I failed horribly.
"It seems you have a long lost sibling, too, Ant", Ian stated when we stopped laughing.
"Yeah, but how am I gonna –"
"Let's go find her!" Ian, still holding the fork, started running like a girl towards his room. Half way there, however, he stopped and returned to the kitchen to leave his fork in the sink.
We searched through his Facebook account for an 'Amy Padilla'. Most of the profiles with that name didn't have a picture, so we didn't even bother with them. From those who did have, we found someone who was from Sacramento. We clicked on her profile and there was a hazel-eyed girl with dark brown hair, a bit messed up. She wore a blue Super Man T-shirt.
"She's cute", Ian stared at her photo and I pushed him a little.
"Whaat?!" he protested.
"Should I send her a message, or something?" I asked, a bit nervous.
"Look, dude", Ian pointed me at something in her info. Her interests were 'Smosh' and on her list of inspirational people were Ian and me.
"A Smosher", I said while I glanced at Ian. He had an crazy idea, I could see by the look on his face.
"Time to turn on our charming side", he giggled, and I raised an eyebrow.
"We don't have an charming side, you idiot!" I laughed, as he continued to browse through her info.
"UC Davis School of Medicine. Ready to go?" he asked, and I blinked.
"Are you crazy? I can't just go pick her up at school and say that she's my sister."
"Sure thing, bro. That's why I'm coming with you", he said as he closed his internet browser and grabbed his car keys. "Get yourself pretty, gurl. I don't want you to make an bad first impression."