When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E72

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E72

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

I stared the twins, slightly confused as they reached

behind their backs. Before I knew it, screams were

exiting their mouths. “Ready! Set! Aim!”

I was being sprayed with party string and I was

struggling to cover my face. I heard laughter and I

recognized it as Jonah’s. “Help me, you moron!” I

exclaimed

“Say I’m amazing,” Jonah mocked and I continued

taking the strands of party string to my face and

torso. It was coming from two sides.

“No!” I called back.

“Say it,” he laughed and I bit my tongue.

“I’m amazing,” I replied and I heard Weston’s

laughter.

“No, say that I’m amazing, as in me, Jonah,” Jonah

corrected and I growled.

“Fine, Jonah’s amazing,” I felt the string come to a

halt. I finally looked down and noticed that my jacket

was covered in the pink and purple party string.

I glared at Sabrina who innocently tucked the can

into her pocket. Sierra was spraying Weston who

was trying to battle the spray as if his life depended

on it. It was actually pretty funny. I sighed and

pushed the bottle to the floor.

Weston opened one eye before opening them both

and pushing Sierra who stumbled backwards onto

the couch. I just rolled my eyes and began taking off

my coat. Before I could even get my left arm out of

the sleeve, Georgia, the seventeen year old girl, flung

herself at me, wrapping her arms around my torso

yet again.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, laughing lightly. I

wasn’t used to this much affection, not that I’m

neglected at home; we just don’t hug every ten

minutes.

“Your sweater,” Georgia replied, letting go of me. I

looked down at my sweater before nodding; it says

“Free Hugs.” Before I could even recuperate from the

last hug attack, I was lifted into the air while being

swung around like a rag doll. This is a first.

Weston, the 6’4” giant was swinging my 5’2”- 5’3”

figure around like I was a doll. I wrapped my arms

around his neck for fear of falling while he just

continued swinging me. When he put me down, I let

out a sigh of relief.

I groaned when I felt another pair of arms wrap

themselves around my torso. This hug was calmer

and warmer; I wasn’t being squeezed too tightly or

swung around like Raggedy Ann. I actually felt

myself hugging back for a moment. The smell was

familiar: Jonah.

I awkwardly retracted from the hug and was yanked

towards Georgia who plopped me down on the spot

beside her on the floor. Weston took my coat from

me and hung it up wherever he did.

“I’m hungry,” Jonah complained.

“Why don’t we make snacks?” I asked.

Georgia shrugged. “You two can; we’ll move

everything around in here so we have enough room

to move around.”

I stood up with Jonah and we walked in the direction

of the large kitchen. “What should we make?” I

asked.

“Let’s start off with something sweet,” Jonah told me

and I nodded.

“Like what?” I asked and he shrugged. “How about

Reeses Squares?”

He nodded. I read off the ingredients and he

searched the cabinets for them before placing them

on the counter. I began working while telling him

what I was doing and he would occasionally nod.

When we finished, we placed it on the table to

harden the chocolate and he stared at me for a

minute.

“Anything else you can make, Betty Crocker?” he

asked me and I glared at him before sighing and

nodding.