Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49
My brother scratched the back of his neck before
squinting his eyes. “You sure you don’t like this
guy?”
“I don’t like him,” I barked while I glared at him. “I
just don’t want him to be manipulated and hurt by
Waverly. Believe it or not, he’s a pretty good
person.”
“You could always invite him to the Christmas
party.” He told me and I looked at him as if he was
insane. I was seriously contemplating whether I
should chuck my controller at his head or not.
“Are you stupid?” I hissed. “Mom and dad would be
all over him like Nutella on toast!”
“Great analogy sis,” he snorted. “And I’m sure Dad
would just ask him a few questions; it’d be no big
deal. If it’s that much of a problem, then I could invite
him as my friend.”
“No,” I quickly answered. My brother smirked
mischievously. “Jeremiah Harp, you better not.”
“I better not what?” my brother asked as he tilted his
head to the side as if he was innocent.
I balled my fists up angrily. “If you invite him to the
Christmas party, I’ll punch you in the throat. I’m not
even kidding,” I threatened
My brother pretended to gasp, placing a hand over
his mouth. “Is that a threat, little sister?”
“No, it’s a promise,” I growled. My brother grinned
before ruffling my hair.
“You have a good idea though; those come once in a
lifetime with you. Why not make the idea a reality?”
my brother asked, leaning his face on his left palm. I
reached out and kicked his left arm, causing him to
tip over and hit his face on the wooden floor.
“Invite him and that’s the last thing you’ll do,” I
hissed.
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“You’re stupid!” my brother shouted.
“You’re a cheater!” I slammed my controller down
onto the floor.
My brother glared at me. “I am not. You’re just mad
because you don’t know how to play,” he scowled.
“You’re the one who taught me!” I exclaimed, tossing
my hands up into the air.
This caused my brother to roll his eyes and stand
up. He started stretching while looking down at me.
“Well, if you’ll excuse me; I have homework to do
and people to invite to parties.”
I glared up at him. “You do not!” I hissed as I got up.
Instead of replying, my brother raced around the
house, up the stairs and into his room. I was close
behind him, threatening to twist his leg around his
head twice and use it as a jump rope.
I stood outside of his door, pounding on the wood
like a mad woman. “Open the door!”
“No!” my brother replied.
“Open the door!”
“You’re going to hit me!” my brother reasoned.
I stomped my foot before walking to my room,
glaring at the floor as I went. I closed the door loudly
behind me and slumped on my bed. I looked at the
time. The dance ended a half hour ago.
I looked at my phone, which I left upstairs, and
realized that Mere had texted me twice. One of them
was asking about the Christmas party and the other
asking me to call her as soon as I get the message.
Dialing her number, I waited only two seconds
before hearing her loud voice squeal into the phone.
“Hello?”
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