Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 96
Jonah was quiet for a minute. I decided to speak up.
“So, are we okay?”
Jonah nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” I asked and he nodded.
“Yeah, we’re okay.”
“So are you going to hug me now? And not like a
scared little girl?” I asked him and he smiled. I stood
up and he wrapped his arms around me.
“You’re hard to stay mad at,” he stated.
“So I’ve heard,” I joked.
“Your hair smells good, like strawberries,” he
murmured, inhaling deeply.
“Thank you?” I smirked.
“I have a feeling that you like my hugs,” he muttered
as he rested his chin on my head.
“Shut up,” I muttered, causing him to laugh. It felt
better knowing that we were on good terms. “It’s
okay to be a little jealous.”
Jonah pulled away from me. “You were the jealous
one! You wanted to stab Waverly!”
I felt my face warm up. “No I didn’t!”
“Don’t lie,” he smirked, earning a punch from me.
“Did you know that you gave Francis a black eye?”
“I was so close to giving you a black eye,” I muttered
and he looked at me.
“What stopped you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow
as a smirk played on his lips. Because I like you, you
idiot. I cringed at the bluntness of those words. I’m
still not comfortable at the fact that I have a crush on
him. It’d be easier to deny it if his cousin didn’t know.
“I don’t like to hit my friends,” I replied, lying through
“You just punched me in the shoulder!” he
exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.
“You can hide that bruise, though,” I retorted.
“Francis can’t hide his face.”
“I made a new friend,” I grinned at Jonah.
“Did you kiss him, too?” he muttered with a smirk
and I glared at him.
“She’s a girl!” I replied. “Her names Dana; she invited
me to sit with her at lunch.”
“What happened to your table?” he asked me, a tinge
of happiness in his voice. “Still covered in snow?”
I frowned. “I think that table and I have had our
times together but we’re done,” I replied.
“Good because it was cold out there,” he replied and
I glare at him.
“Okay, back to our project,” I stated.
“What? We were never talking about our project,” he
stated and I kicked him under the table. “You’re
“I say we do a project on Adolf Hitler,” I announced.
“Didn’t you already do a project on Adolf Hitler?” he
asked while rubbing his shin under the table and I
“I have a lot of background knowledge; it’s less
work,” I grinned.
“Surprised you have any knowledge,” he muttered
and I glared at him.
Despite out constant banter, I’m glad we’re friends
again. “Shut up.”
“Did you kiss your knowledge in a janitor’s closet,
Okay, maybe I’m not so happy.
Who am I kidding? I’m ecstatic.