Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 70
A normal brother would be tackling a guy if he even
looked at his sister with bad intentions, but no,
Jeremiah wants Jonah to kiss me. He’s like the
mother in mean girls. He was still standing right in
front of us with the mistletoe waving slightly above
our heads.
I was silent, frozen nearly. “Obey the mistletoe.” Jer
smacked me across the face with the fake, plastic
plant. I didn’t hit him back; I just stared at him,
horrified. I’m sure my face was bright red from
embarrassment. I don’t even want to know what
Jonah’s thinking. He probably thinks my family’s
insane. I already had to save him from both of my
aunt’s squeezing his face, cooing about how
adorable he is. As if I don’t already know, Aunt Sylvia
and Aunt Loraine.
“Jeremiah, stop hitting your sister and come here
and help me with this,” my mother chided and
Jeremiah frowned before stomping away like a kid. I
let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness he took the
mistletoe with him.
“I’m so sorry about that, Jeremiah can be… childish
at times,” I apologized as I turned to look at Jonah.
“Well, that may be true but you owe me a kiss,” he
smirked. I stared at him, horrified as I jumped away
from him on the couch. “I’m only joking, Savannah.”
I let out a sigh of relief while he continued smirking at
me. He wriggled his eyebrows manically. “Or am I?”
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“Thanks for coming,” I was shouting out the door at
all of our guests who were making their way home.
I slumped against the door. I sighed in relief before
letting the cold air hit my face.
“Good luck with that boy!” my Aunt Sylvia yelled and
I slammed the door. I heard her laughter on the
other side while I stared at my friends and brother
who sat comfortably on the couch.
“Why are you guys still here?” I asked Jonah and
Mere. Mere gasped as if she’d been offended while
Jonah just smiled at me. “No, don’t give me that
Mere; you’d try and sneak into Jeremiah’s room at
night. And he’d probably let you.”
My brother and my best friend looked embarrassed.
I turned and picked up my father’s work shoe before
chucking it at Jeremiah. It hit him in the forehead and
he hissed in pain. “What was that for?”
“For hitting me in the face with the mistletoe, and for
pulling that inane stunt altogether!” I snapped.
“Why are you hitting only me? Jonah’s the one that
didn’t kiss you!” I grabbed my father’s other work
shoe and chucked it at Jeremiah. This time he caught
it and threw it back at me. I caught it and it became a
game of ‘who can hit the other person in the face
with the shoe.’
My mother appeared in the doorway to the living
room. “Okay guys, you have to go now, unless
you’d like to stay and help Jer and Vanna clean,” she
smiled widely and laughed as Meredith looked
terrified.
This whole cleaning portion of her sentence was new
to me but according to the mop and broom in her
hand, she wasn’t lying.
Mere was the first one up. She wiped off her dress
before walking to the door, Jeremiah trailing behind
her. I waited a moment before Jeremiah entered the
house, his face a light pink color and his smile wide.
Look at that, they’ve only known each other one day
and they’re already in love! Don’t I work miracles? If
only they worked on myself.
The door was still open and Jonah walked towards it
before turning and waving his hand as if to call me
over. “Aren’t you going to walk me to my car?”
“No offense, but shouldn’t it be the other way
around?” I asked him with a quirked eyebrow as I
slowly walked behind him while he shrugged. He
opened the door and we entered the cold air.
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