Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38
My mother is not cliché; she is not the type of mom
that will fold all of your clothes and place them in
your dresser after she washed and dried them, and
then clean your room. She is the type of mom that
will cook dinner and watch movies with us, and
even though she may be a bit moody, I love our
talks and I love her as a whole. That is why I’m
seated on my bed, waiting for her to come in my
room.
“Want some hot cocoa?” she asked as she pushed
open my door. She had two mugs of hot cocoa in
her hands.
I got up and took one out of her hand, bringing it to
my lips and sipping it. “Saltines!” I shouted as I
retracted the sweltering mug from my lips. “Why
didn’t you tell me it was hot?”
“I didn’t think I’d have to; it is called hot chocolate,”
she snorted as she closed the door. She placed her
mug down on my nightstand and smiled at me.
“So…tell me about your day.”
So I did. I told her about Jonah and Waverly, and
then spent a good twenty minute talking about just
Waverly and how evil I think she is. I also found
myself talking about Francis and how the two would
make a perfect pair, and then I brought up Shaw. I
spoke about the twins and how different the girls are.
I tried not to talk about Jonah all that much because I
didn’t want to make it seem like I like him, because I
don’t. And since my brother decided to feed my
mother lies this morning, I have to watch what I say
or else I’ll come home from school to see her talking
to a wedding planner.
“How’s Jonah?” my mother brought the mug to her
lips and sipped the drink, encouraging me to speak.
“He’s cool, I guess. We’re cool; we’re on good terms
again,” I shrugged, picking up my mug.
“Holding back, eh?” she laughed. I rolled my eyes at
her but shrugged.
“You already think I’m in love with this boy, thanks
to Jeremiah,” I glared at my rug. The door swung
open, revealing Jeremiah himself. Speak of the devil
and he shall appear.
“What about me?” he asked, leaning into the door
slightly. He gripped the door frame and the
doorknob, swaying back and forth slightly.
“We were guessing how many STD’s you have,” I
snorted. My mother smacked my arm but laughed.
“I guessed three.”
“You’re so wrong; it’s actually nine,” he laughed and
my mom gasped.
“Jeremiah!” she exclaimed, her mouth agape but a
smile threatened to expose itself.
“Gotta run,” he laughed as he exited my room,
leaving the door ajar. I groaned as I stood up to
close it.
The familiar ringtone that I haven’t heard in a week
sounded throughout my bedroom. My mom’s eyes
darted towards my phone. Before I could make any
move to grab it, she was already holding it in her
hands.
“Mom, give me the phone,” I requested, advancing
towards her with an open hand.
My mom handed me back my phone with a smirk. I
quickly answered it before it stopped ringing. “Hello?”
Jonah replied with a similar but more cheery reply.
“You may be my daughter but you obviously didn’t
inherit my ninja like reflexes…or my coolness. You
got my looks though,” my mom told me.
“Unfortunately,” I smirked. My mom punched my
arm lightly while she walked out of the room. “Love
you!”
“Love you, too,” I furrowed my eyebrows. I forgot I
was on the phone with Jonah. Wait; did he just say
what I think he said?
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