When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E46

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E46

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My brother scratched the back of his neck before

squinting his eyes. “You sure you don’t like this

guy?”

“I don’t like him,” I barked while I glared at him. “I

just don’t want him to be manipulated and hurt by

Waverly. Believe it or not, he’s a pretty good

person.”

“You could always invite him to the Christmas

party.” He told me and I looked at him as if he was

insane. I was seriously contemplating whether I

should chuck my controller at his head or not.

“Are you stupid?” I hissed. “Mom and dad would be

all over him like Nutella on toast!”

“Great analogy sis,” he snorted. “And I’m sure Dad

would just ask him a few questions; it’d be no big

deal. If it’s that much of a problem, then I could invite

him as my friend.”

“No,” I quickly answered. My brother smirked

mischievously. “Jeremiah Harp, you better not.”

“I better not what?” my brother asked as he tilted his

head to the side as if he was innocent.

I balled my fists up angrily. “If you invite him to the

Christmas party, I’ll punch you in the throat. I’m not

even kidding,” I threatened

My brother pretended to gasp, placing a hand over

his mouth. “Is that a threat, little sister?”

“No, it’s a promise,” I growled. My brother grinned

before ruffling my hair.

“You have a good idea though; those come once in a

lifetime with you. Why not make the idea a reality?”

my brother asked, leaning his face on his left palm. I

reached out and kicked his left arm, causing him to

tip over and hit his face on the wooden floor.

“Invite him and that’s the last thing you’ll do,” I

hissed.

***

“You’re stupid!” my brother shouted.

“You’re a cheater!” I slammed my controller down

onto the floor.

My brother glared at me. “I am not. You’re just mad

because you don’t know how to play,” he scowled.

“You’re the one who taught me!” I exclaimed, tossing

my hands up into the air.

This caused my brother to roll his eyes and stand

up. He started stretching while looking down at me.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me; I have homework to do

and people to invite to parties.”

I glared up at him. “You do not!” I hissed as I got up.

Instead of replying, my brother raced around the

house, up the stairs and into his room. I was close

behind him, threatening to twist his leg around his

head twice and use it as a jump rope.

I stood outside of his door, pounding on the wood

like a mad woman. “Open the door!”

“No!” my brother replied.

“Open the door!”

“You’re going to hit me!” my brother reasoned.

I stomped my foot before walking to my room,

glaring at the floor as I went. I closed the door loudly

behind me and slumped on my bed. I looked at the

time. The dance ended a half hour ago.

I looked at my phone, which I left upstairs, and

realized that Mere had texted me twice. One of them

was asking about the Christmas party and the other

asking me to call her as soon as I get the message.

Dialing her number, I waited only two seconds

before hearing her loud voice squeal into the phone.

“Hello?”