When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E84

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E84

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 84

I was seated in a chair beside the ‘Cinnamon Cart’,

spinning in circles while Georgia took orders. “I’m

Georgia. Welcome to the ‘Cinnamon Cart’, what can I

get you?”

“Make me a sandwich,” I heard Georgia’s laughter

and I felt someone start to spin my chair faster and

faster. I looked up and saw a blur of Weston

laughing loudly.

“West! What are you doing?” I asked as the chair

slowed down.

“I’m here to make sure that you remember to come

to my football game,” he told me and I nodded. I

noticed his Varsity Jacket with his school’s emblem

on it.

“Is that tonight?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“No, it’s Friday, silly,” hHe grinned, reaching out to

spin my chair again but I kicked at his hand. I’m

already dizzy enough. “It’s so weird how you’re here

and Jonah’s at home. Everyone else is here.”

“Sierra’s here?” I asked, looking around.

West shook his head. “She’s at home, too,” I nodded

my head.

“What are you doing here?” I asked West and he

shrugged.

“It gets boring at home,” he muttered and I shook

my head.

“I doubt it; you have so many people there! It’s like a

party every day!” I told him and he let out a laugh.

“It’s a household not a club. Besides, Jonah is usually

playing videogames, talking on the phone to you,

talking about you, or reading. Sierra is either on the

phone with Blake, who I don’t like, or playing

videogames, Sabrina is always painting her nails or is

on the computer. And Georgia is well… busy being

Georgia.”

“I doubt that’s all Jonah does and why don’t you like

Blake?” I asked curiously. I tried to avoid Jonah as a

topic of conversation; I was already blushing so

much at what West said.

“It is, trust me and Sierra is too young to have a

boyfriend or to even want one,” he stuck his nose

into the air.

“She’s 14! How old were you when you got your

first girlfriend?” I asked.

He placed a finger to his chin. “Technically, I was 7

but I had my first real girlfriend when I was 11. But

it’s different!” he told me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? And how is it different?”

“Sierra is innocent and nice,” he replied and I rolled

my eyes.

“How do you know that?” I asked him and he

shrugged.

“She doesn’t always gossip about boys and worry

about how she looks. She’s innocent and I don’t

want some 15 year old boy to corrupt her,” West

replied.

I cooed. “Aw, you’re protective.”

“I am not,” he retorted but then sighed. “Maybe I am,

I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

“It’s bound to happen sometime; you can’t tell her

when she’s ready to date,” I told him and he

groaned.

“I know. Help me out here, when did you have your

first boyfriend?” he asked me and I pursed my lips.

“I was 15,” I told him with a sour expression on my

face.

“End badly?” he offered.

“Terribly,” I told him. “But it’s different.”

“How?” he challenged and I shrugged.

I didn’t want to tell him the whole story so I just

shook my head. “I don’t know; just give Blake a

chance.”