Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 99
“Sure you did,” Jonah replied as he placed his hands
on his knees and coughed up a few more laughs.
“I did,” I muttered as he grabbed my bag and placed
it onto the blue, leather couch. I sat down on the
couch and crossed my legs Indian style. “Let’s get
started before I embarrass myself even more.”
We worked on the project for about an hour,
completing half of it. I sighed when I stared at the
finished half. He’d been writing while I read off
paragraphs. He would take out the important
information and make small notes. All we have to do
now is type it up and add in pictures.
“I’ll type it and add in the pictures,” I told him as I
placed the books into my backpack. He was rolling
his wrists around as he looked at me with a
“No, it’s okay. I’ll do it,” he explained and I shook my
“I’ll do it; I mean, you wrote all of that. I might as well
make myself useful and type it,” I shrugged as I
looked at the four pages of writing. It came from 8
books, most of which were 24 pages long.
Jonah sighed when he realized I wasn’t going to give
up the papers. I placed my bag on my shoulder as I
went to stand up. “What are you doing?” he queried.
I turned to look at Jonah. “Well, leaving,” I shrugged.
Jonah furrowed his eyebrows. “But you didn’t even
eat dinner. My Aunt’s cooking right now.”
I looked at him. “I don’t want to be a burden; your
Aunt and Uncle have to cook for 7 people already.”
“Actually, Georgia, West, and the twins are going to
eat out for dinner,” Jonah persuaded and I stared at
“Is it okay with your Aunt and Uncle?” I asked. The
last thing I want to be is an intruder.
“Trust me; they’re perfectly fine with it,” Jonah replied
while I nodded.
“Okay,” I sat back down on the couch and placed
my bag beside me. Jonah handed me a controller
and turned on the XBOX. I stared at the screen in a
trance and began playing the game intensely. I
occasionally punched him whenever he knocked my
player down. He would constantly complain.
“One more game?” Jonah asked as I glared at him.
He beat me twice out of three games.
“Yes. Don’t expect to win this time, Davis,” I sneered.
“Davis? Since when are we on a last name basis,
Princess?” he asked me.
I stared at him. “Since when do you call me
Princess?” I questioned. I haven’t heard that
nickname for a while.
“Do you not want me to?” he inquired and I
“I’m not a princess, and that’s an overused
nickname; choose something original,” I retorted and
he visibly bit his lip. I averted my gaze awkwardly.
“Melon?” he suggested a few seconds later.
“What?” I asked him.
“Melon, it’s original and cute,” he told me as he
swore under his breath.
“I’d rather be called princess,” I muttered.
“Melon it is,” he nodded with a grin.