When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E67

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E67

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 67

I smiled at the memory.

“Because Jonah fell down

the stairs.”

My brother stared at me for a moment. “I don’t

know if I can say this enough times, you’re weird.”

I grinned at him, nodding my head. “I know.”

~~~

At noon, I decided to call Sierra. Instead of being

greeted by the glasses wearing gamer girl, I was

greeted by Sabrina. “Hello?”

“Did I dial the right number?” I asked and Sabrina

made a sound of confirmation.

“Sierra told me to get her phone because she’s

playing video games with your boyfriend,” she said.

I was silent for a minute.

“Channing Tatum’s there?” I asked.

“Jonah, are you aware that your girlfriend is in love

with another man? In her defense, it’s Channing

Tatum- but still!” she called.

I didn’t hear what Jonah said in response but I really

wanted to. “Wait, who’s my boyfriend?” I asked her.

“Jonah, silly,” Sabrina laughed. I heard Sierra say

something. “Yeah, she didn’t know. She is so

oblivious.”

Instead of taking the insult to heart, I just rolled my

eyes. “You’re feeling better?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m just coughing a lot,” Sabrina replied. “I

heard that Jonah invited you to our New Year’s

gathering.”

I laughed at the memory. “Yeah, he did. And then he

fell down the stairs.”

“He what?” Sabrina chuckled.

“He was walking backwards and then he fell down

the stairs,” I told Sabrina and she howled in laughter

before relaying the story to Sierra. I heard another

female voice in the room.

“Let me talk to her!” she exclaimed and Sabrina

sighed before I heard shuffling and then a voice. “Hi.”

“Hello?” I asked with curiosity in my voice.

“I’m Georgia,” she introduced herself. I frowned

slightly. Who is she? “I’m the twins and Jonah’s

cousin.”

I let out a silent breath of relief. “I’m Savannah, the

twins and Jonah’s friend,” I told her and she giggled.

“I know,” she told me and I couldn’t help but smile.

I stretched out on my bed, turning on my XBOX

360. “How?”

“You’re all they ever talk about,” she laughed and I

rolled my eyes.

“I doubt it,” I told her and she let out a dramatic sigh.

“They totally do! ’Where is Savannah?’ ‘You’re going

to her Christmas party, right, Jonah?’ ‘Do you think

Savannah is going to the Christmas Eve thing, Sierra

and Sabrina?’ ‘Are you and Savannah in an

argument, Jonah?’ See what I mean?” she

complained and I laughed.

“I doubt it’s to that extent but okay,” I joked and she

laughed. I heard a male voice swear and I gasped.

“Jonah!”

“Savannah said, ‘Jonah!’” Georgia chided for me and I

laughed. I heard Jonah’s apology and I rolled my

eyes.

Mouth like a sailor, body like a model.

~~~

“Mom? Dad?” I smiled as I entered the living room.

They turned to look at me simultaneously, which

was a bit creepy. “Can I talk to you both for a

moment?”

My father slowly nodded. I walked over and sat on

the couch beside theirs, earning their attention. “Are

we doing anything for New Years?”

My mother thought for a moment before slowly

shaking her head. “No, why?”

“I got invited to something and I was wondering if I

could go,” I smiled hopefully and my mom

narrowed her eyes.

“Where is it? Who’s going to be there? Will there be

alcohol?” my father asked.

I pursed my lips. “It’s at Jonah’s house; Georgia,

Sierra, Sabrina, and Jonah are the only ones going to

be there as far as I know; and no, there will not be

alcohol present,” I informed my father who stared at

me for a moment before slumping back in his seat.

“Your curfews 9:30 PM,” my father informed me and

I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Dad, in order for it to be a New Year’s party, I need

to be there until midnight,” my father sighed,

running a hand through his graying hair. My mother

kissed his cheek.

“I think it’s a good idea, babe,” I gagged slightly,

placing my hand over my mouth. “It’ll be fun; she’s

branching out and making new friends.”

My father clicked his tongue before slowly nodding. I

felt my smile widen. “But, you have to call before

you leave and answer all of my calls. If I even smell a

hint of alcohol on you when you walk through the

door, you’re never going to talk to that Jonah boy

ever again,” I nodded my head.

Hopefully, Waverly won’t show up.