When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E71

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E71

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 71

He turned abruptly and I slammed into his chest. I

backed away, my face warm. “Sorry about that,” I

muttered.

Jonah laughed. “I guess I’ll see you soon, right? I

mean, if we hang out this vacation, which is totally

up to you. In fact, Sierra and Sabrina wanted me to

invite you to our New Year’s gathering. It’s nothing

big, just me, my sisters, and a few of my cousins.

But it’s totally up to you,” he rambled and I furrowed

my eyebrows. Did he ramble when he was

nervous?

I placed my hand up to stop him. “Sure, that’d be

fun,” I told him. He nodded his head vigorously

which caused a smile to appear on my lips.

“I hope so; if my cousin’s don’t make it

embarrassing. I had a great time tonight; I’ll see you

in a few days,” he told me and I nodded while

smiling.

“I’ll see you, then,” I waved as he began slowly

walking backwards. He was approaching the steps

and I was about to tell him to watch out but he cut

me off.

“I’m still expecting that kiss, Savannah,” he winked

and I rolled my eyes. As soon as I remembered the

stairs, he was already at the bottom of them. His

body was in a crumpled heap and I was laughing

loudly. He groaned in pain before getting up. I was

still laughing while he awkwardly walked away,

smacking his forehead as if calling himself stupid

repeatedly.

~~~

“Did you kiss him?” That was the first thing that Mere

asked when she called me an hour later. I just

finished cleaning the living room and I was in need of

a shower, although it was 2 in the morning.

“No, I didn’t,” I told her. She was asking about the

mistletoe situation, turns out Jeremiah wasn’t the

only one that planned that. Mere was his accomplice

but he is too love-stricken to rat her out.

“What about when you walked him out of the

house?” she asked and I replied with a negative

answer. “You were given so many opportunities!

Why didn’t you use any of them? You could’ve

blamed it on the mistletoe!”

I stared down at my bare feet. “I don’t know how I

feel.”

“It’s not a matter of how you feel; it’s a matter of

knowing who kissed you. And as you describe the

kiss, it sounds pretty good! Why wouldn’t you want

to know who it was that kissed you? Maybe, if you

found out, you’d kiss him again!” she babbled.

I sighed. “I don’t know if I want to find out who it

was; it’ll just complicate things.”

“So you’ll just sit here every day, wondering,

thinking, questioning? Does that sound fun? Always

being unsure?” The way she put it made it sound

worse than it actually is.

I sighed again. “Maybe, I just need some sleep. Can I

call you tomorrow?”

“You better.”

~~~

“So was it him?” I stared at my brother as he asked

this question, cereal dripping from his mouth as he

spoke. My parents went out for a romantic breakfast

since my father’s only going to be here for another

week before he goes back to New York for his job.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

My brother stared at me as if I was stupid. “Can you

not compare kisses?”

“There aren’t any kisses to compare,” I told him.

“What do you mean? If there aren’t any kisses to

compare, why’d you come into the house last night

all smiling and happy?” my brother asked.