Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50
“Guess what?” she repeatedly shrilled.
Wincing slightly, I pressed the phone back to my
ear. “What?”
“He called back!” she hissed into the phone and I
furrowed my eyebrows. “Jonah called back! I didn’t
block the number!”
“You idiot, why didn’t you block the number?!” I
asked.
She groaned loudly. “I don’t know, I was only
thinking about helping you,” she told me, annoyance
laced in her voice. “Hold on, he’s calling back again!”
She waited a moment before dialing his number. I
was told to go on mute, so I did so. This reminded
me of 4th grade, whenever I liked a boy, I’d have a
friend of mine call him and ask him if he liked me.
The whole time, I’d be on the phone, though.
Jonah’s voice entered the conversation. “Caroline
Chrysanthemum?”
“No, this is Sally Saddle-seller, owner of Sally’s
Saddle Selling Supply. You need it, we got it. How
may I help you?” she put on her best western accent
and I snorted. Her accent was terrible, to put it nicely.
“I need to speak to whoever the real owner of this
number is,” Jonah replied.
“Well, you are, young man. I am Sally, the owner of
this fine telephone and this even finer establishment,”
Mere continued.
He sighed. “Let’s count the amount of people I gave
my phone number to, Waverly and Savannah. This
voice sounds awfully familiar, almost like Meredith.”
“You must be incorrect, boy, because my name is
Sally, I am also the owner of the fine establishment
and this fine telephone, which you are currently
holding up; the business is unbelievable. It’s horse
riding season and our prices are way down there so
our amount of customers is way up there,” Mere
continued blabbing. I face palmed. It’s winter! How is
it horse riding season?
“It’s winter, Meredith,” Jonah sighed.
Meredith just laughed. “Not where I’m at, champ.”
“We have the same area code!” he exclaimed in a
frustrated tone. “Just give it up, Meredith.”
Surprisingly, Mere took his advice. “What do you
want?”
“Why’d you call me earlier?” he asked.
Mere sighed, I could imagine her shrugging. “Since
Vanna was working, I decided to take her phone and
look through her contacts. I recognized your name
and decided to call you.”
“Why not call her brother? Aren’t you obsessed with
the guy?” Jonah drawled.
“I’m not obsessed!” she sounded shocked that Jonah
would say that. “It’s just a small crush.”
“Anyway, why’d you call?” he asked.
“Since you like to harass Vanna, she didn’t get her
job done so she had to finish. I promised her I’d wait
up so we could receive our gifts together and I had
no work to do, so I just decided to do some prank
calling,” Mere lied. She’s such a good liar, better than
I’ll ever be. Wait… has she ever lied to me?
Jonah was quiet so Mere spoke up again. “Was I
interrupting something?”
“Not exactly,” Jonah trailed off.
Mere made a confused sound. “Was I interrupting
your date?”
“It wasn’t a date…” Jonah replied. I grabbed my drink
and started sipping on it. I decided to try and chug
the whole thing since the conversation wasn’t going
in the direction that I wanted it to be going in.
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