Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66
He turned abruptly and I slammed into his chest. I
backed away, my face warm. “Sorry about that,” I
muttered.
Jonah laughed. “I guess I’ll see you soon, right? I
mean, if we hang out this vacation, which is totally
up to you. In fact, Sierra and Sabrina wanted me to
invite you to our New Year’s gathering. It’s nothing
big, just me, my sisters, and a few of my cousins.
But it’s totally up to you,” he rambled and I furrowed
my eyebrows. Did he ramble when he was
nervous?
I placed my hand up to stop him. “Sure, that’d be
fun,” I told him. He nodded his head vigorously
which caused a smile to appear on my lips.
“I hope so; if my cousin’s don’t make it
embarrassing. I had a great time tonight; I’ll see you
in a few days,” he told me and I nodded while
smiling.
“I’ll see you, then,” I waved as he began slowly
walking backwards. He was approaching the steps
and I was about to tell him to watch out but he cut
me off.
“I’m still expecting that kiss, Savannah,” he winked
and I rolled my eyes. As soon as I remembered the
stairs, he was already at the bottom of them. His
body was in a crumpled heap and I was laughing
loudly. He groaned in pain before getting up. I was
still laughing while he awkwardly walked away,
smacking his forehead as if calling himself stupid
repeatedly.
~~~
“Did you kiss him?” That was the first thing that Mere
asked when she called me an hour later. I just
finished cleaning the living room and I was in need of
a shower, although it was 2 in the morning.
“No, I didn’t,” I told her. She was asking about the
mistletoe situation, turns out Jeremiah wasn’t the
only one that planned that. Mere was his accomplice
but he is too love-stricken to rat her out.
“What about when you walked him out of the
house?” she asked and I replied with a negative
answer. “You were given so many opportunities!
Why didn’t you use any of them? You could’ve
blamed it on the mistletoe!”
I stared down at my bare feet. “I don’t know how I
feel.”
“It’s not a matter of how you feel; it’s a matter of
knowing who kissed you. And as you describe the
kiss, it sounds pretty good! Why wouldn’t you want
to know who it was that kissed you? Maybe, if you
found out, you’d kiss him again!” she babbled.
I sighed. “I don’t know if I want to find out who it
was; it’ll just complicate things.”
“So you’ll just sit here every day, wondering,
thinking, questioning? Does that sound fun? Always
being unsure?” The way she put it made it sound
worse than it actually is.
I sighed again. “Maybe, I just need some sleep. Can I
call you tomorrow?”
“You better.”
~~~
“So was it him?” I stared at my brother as he asked
this question, cereal dripping from his mouth as he
spoke. My parents went out for a romantic breakfast
since my father’s only going to be here for another
week before he goes back to New York for his job.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
My brother stared at me as if I was stupid. “Can you
not compare kisses?”
“There aren’t any kisses to compare,” I told him.
“What do you mean? If there aren’t any kisses to
compare, why’d you come into the house last night
all smiling and happy?” my brother asked.
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