When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E47

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

“Guess what?” she repeatedly shrilled.

Wincing slightly, I pressed the phone back to my

ear. “What?”

“He called back!” she hissed into the phone and I

furrowed my eyebrows. “Jonah called back! I didn’t

block the number!”

“You idiot, why didn’t you block the number?!” I

asked.

She groaned loudly. “I don’t know, I was only

thinking about helping you,” she told me, annoyance

laced in her voice. “Hold on, he’s calling back again!”

She waited a moment before dialing his number. I

was told to go on mute, so I did so. This reminded

me of 4th grade, whenever I liked a boy, I’d have a

friend of mine call him and ask him if he liked me.

The whole time, I’d be on the phone, though.

Jonah’s voice entered the conversation. “Caroline

Chrysanthemum?”

“No, this is Sally Saddle-seller, owner of Sally’s

Saddle Selling Supply. You need it, we got it. How

may I help you?” she put on her best western accent

and I snorted. Her accent was terrible, to put it nicely.

“I need to speak to whoever the real owner of this

number is,” Jonah replied.

“Well, you are, young man. I am Sally, the owner of

this fine telephone and this even finer establishment,”

Mere continued.

He sighed. “Let’s count the amount of people I gave

my phone number to, Waverly and Savannah. This

voice sounds awfully familiar, almost like Meredith.”

“You must be incorrect, boy, because my name is

Sally, I am also the owner of the fine establishment

and this fine telephone, which you are currently

holding up; the business is unbelievable. It’s horse

riding season and our prices are way down there so

our amount of customers is way up there,” Mere

continued blabbing. I face palmed. It’s winter! How is

it horse riding season?

“It’s winter, Meredith,” Jonah sighed.

Meredith just laughed. “Not where I’m at, champ.”

“We have the same area code!” he exclaimed in a

frustrated tone. “Just give it up, Meredith.”

Surprisingly, Mere took his advice. “What do you

want?”

“Why’d you call me earlier?” he asked.

Mere sighed, I could imagine her shrugging. “Since

Vanna was working, I decided to take her phone and

look through her contacts. I recognized your name

and decided to call you.”

“Why not call her brother? Aren’t you obsessed with

the guy?” Jonah drawled.

“I’m not obsessed!” she sounded shocked that Jonah

would say that. “It’s just a small crush.”

“Anyway, why’d you call?” he asked.

“Since you like to harass Vanna, she didn’t get her

job done so she had to finish. I promised her I’d wait

up so we could receive our gifts together and I had

no work to do, so I just decided to do some prank

calling,” Mere lied. She’s such a good liar, better than

I’ll ever be. Wait… has she ever lied to me?

Jonah was quiet so Mere spoke up again. “Was I

interrupting something?”

“Not exactly,” Jonah trailed off.

Mere made a confused sound. “Was I interrupting

your date?”

“It wasn’t a date…” Jonah replied. I grabbed my drink

and started sipping on it. I decided to try and chug

the whole thing since the conversation wasn’t going

in the direction that I wanted it to be going in.