Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60
“Race you down the stairs!” he shouted and I glared
at him. I walked to the bathroom and washed my
face. I brushed my teeth and my hair and then put
on some deodorant. Changing into some warm
clothes, I walked downstairs.
I noticed that my mom already set up for the
Christmas party although it was only 10 in the
morning and the party wasn’t until 7 at night. My
mom and dad were sitting on the couch. I ran over
and hugged my dad. “You’re home!”
“Of course I am, darling. I promised that I’d be,
didn’t I?” He asked, smiling down at me. I nodded
before sitting on the couch between them. I felt like a
kid again. My brother was already digging under the
Christmas tree, splitting the gifts into four piles based
on names. My mother has three gifts like my father
while Jer and I had a few more.
“Open mine first!” Jeremiah told me as I dug through
my gifts. I looked at the box where Jeremiah
wrapped it in bright pink wrapping paper. How
manly. I looked at him nervously. He looked at me
with a serious expression on his face. “Open it or it’ll
die.”
I quickly started unwrapping the gift in fear of it being
an animal and knowing Jer, he’d forget to poke holes
in the box and feed it. I smiled at the gift before I
became confused. “Ice packs?”
“For when you blush around Jonah!” my brother
grinned at me as if his gift was a great idea. I stared
at him, horrified. Not only did he waste money on
ice packs; he said that in front of my father!
“Who’s Jonah?” my father asked.
“He’s Jeremiah’s friend, you see,” I smiled nervously
at my father and kicked Jeremiah in the process.
My father rolled his eyes but let it go. “Open my gift,
Jeremiah,” I told him.
Recently Jeremiah has found out that he has an
obsession with bow ties. He has a collection of them,
including twelve already. He opened the small box
and saw the bow tie I’d given him. He smiled at me.
“I love it!” he exclaimed, throwing the empty box
behind him. It hit a vase and my mother looked at
Jer with a glare.
Merry Christmas from the Harp family.
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Opening gifts is tiring, I can tell you that. To me, it’s
better when we’re finished and enjoying Christmas
breakfast. “What’s the theme of this year’s Christmas
party?”
My mother stared at me for a moment before glaring
at Jeremiah. He looked at the table. “You didn’t tell
her?”
“Well, I forgot,” Jeremiah replied sheepishly as he
glanced up.
“You were supposed to buy a gift for someone.
We’re doing secret santa this year. He was supposed
to give you an index card with someone’s name on it
and you were supposed to buy them a gift,” my
mother explained.
I frowned and stared at Jeremiah. “Did you even get
a gift for your secret santa?” my mother asked him.
“I barely know the girl!” he exclaimed.
“Who is she?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Since we both invited someone a bit later than we
should have, mom thought I should get your friend
a gift and you get mine one,” he told me as he
soaked his pancakes in syrup.
“Who’d you invite?” I asked him cautiously. He
smiled at me nervously.
“Who’d you invite?” he copied me.
“I think you know who I invited!” I slammed my
hands down on the table. “Seriously? I told you not
to, Jer; it’s going to be awkward.” I still don’t know
who kissed me and my brother is, inviting Jonah
over willy-nilly.
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