When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E41

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E41

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My mother is not cliché; she is not the type of mom

that will fold all of your clothes and place them in

your dresser after she washed and dried them, and

then clean your room. She is the type of mom that

will cook dinner and watch movies with us, and

even though she may be a bit moody, I love our

talks and I love her as a whole. That is why I’m

seated on my bed, waiting for her to come in my

room.

“Want some hot cocoa?” she asked as she pushed

open my door. She had two mugs of hot cocoa in

her hands.

I got up and took one out of her hand, bringing it to

my lips and sipping it. “Saltines!” I shouted as I

retracted the sweltering mug from my lips. “Why

didn’t you tell me it was hot?”

“I didn’t think I’d have to; it is called hot chocolate,”

she snorted as she closed the door. She placed her

mug down on my nightstand and smiled at me.

“So…tell me about your day.”

So I did. I told her about Jonah and Waverly, and

then spent a good twenty minute talking about just

Waverly and how evil I think she is. I also found

myself talking about Francis and how the two would

make a perfect pair, and then I brought up Shaw. I

spoke about the twins and how different the girls are.

I tried not to talk about Jonah all that much because I

didn’t want to make it seem like I like him, because I

don’t. And since my brother decided to feed my

mother lies this morning, I have to watch what I say

or else I’ll come home from school to see her talking

to a wedding planner.

“How’s Jonah?” my mother brought the mug to her

lips and sipped the drink, encouraging me to speak.

“He’s cool, I guess. We’re cool; we’re on good terms

again,” I shrugged, picking up my mug.

“Holding back, eh?” she laughed. I rolled my eyes at

her but shrugged.

“You already think I’m in love with this boy, thanks

to Jeremiah,” I glared at my rug. The door swung

open, revealing Jeremiah himself. Speak of the devil

and he shall appear.

“What about me?” he asked, leaning into the door

slightly. He gripped the door frame and the

doorknob, swaying back and forth slightly.

“We were guessing how many STD’s you have,” I

snorted. My mother smacked my arm but laughed.

“I guessed three.”

“You’re so wrong; it’s actually nine,” he laughed and

my mom gasped.

“Jeremiah!” she exclaimed, her mouth agape but a

smile threatened to expose itself.

“Gotta run,” he laughed as he exited my room,

leaving the door ajar. I groaned as I stood up to

close it.

The familiar ringtone that I haven’t heard in a week

sounded throughout my bedroom. My mom’s eyes

darted towards my phone. Before I could make any

move to grab it, she was already holding it in her

hands.

“Mom, give me the phone,” I requested, advancing

towards her with an open hand.

My mom handed me back my phone with a smirk. I

quickly answered it before it stopped ringing. “Hello?”

Jonah replied with a similar but more cheery reply.

“You may be my daughter but you obviously didn’t

inherit my ninja like reflexes…or my coolness. You

got my looks though,” my mom told me.

“Unfortunately,” I smirked. My mom punched my

arm lightly while she walked out of the room. “Love

you!”

“Love you, too,” I furrowed my eyebrows. I forgot I

was on the phone with Jonah. Wait; did he just say

what I think he said?