Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 78
I stared the twins, slightly confused as they reached
behind their backs. Before I knew it, screams were
exiting their mouths. “Ready! Set! Aim!”
I was being sprayed with party string and I was
struggling to cover my face. I heard laughter and I
recognized it as Jonah’s. “Help me, you moron!” I
exclaimed
“Say I’m amazing,” Jonah mocked and I continued
taking the strands of party string to my face and
torso. It was coming from two sides.
“No!” I called back.
“Say it,” he laughed and I bit my tongue.
“I’m amazing,” I replied and I heard Weston’s
laughter.
“No, say that I’m amazing, as in me, Jonah,” Jonah
corrected and I growled.
“Fine, Jonah’s amazing,” I felt the string come to a
halt. I finally looked down and noticed that my jacket
was covered in the pink and purple party string.
I glared at Sabrina who innocently tucked the can
into her pocket. Sierra was spraying Weston who
was trying to battle the spray as if his life depended
on it. It was actually pretty funny. I sighed and
pushed the bottle to the floor.
Weston opened one eye before opening them both
and pushing Sierra who stumbled backwards onto
the couch. I just rolled my eyes and began taking off
my coat. Before I could even get my left arm out of
the sleeve, Georgia, the seventeen year old girl, flung
herself at me, wrapping her arms around my torso
yet again.
“What are you doing?” I asked her, laughing lightly. I
wasn’t used to this much affection, not that I’m
neglected at home; we just don’t hug every ten
minutes.
“Your sweater,” Georgia replied, letting go of me. I
looked down at my sweater before nodding; it says
“Free Hugs.” Before I could even recuperate from the
last hug attack, I was lifted into the air while being
swung around like a rag doll. This is a first.
Weston, the 6’4” giant was swinging my 5’2”- 5’3”
figure around like I was a doll. I wrapped my arms
around his neck for fear of falling while he just
continued swinging me. When he put me down, I let
out a sigh of relief.
I groaned when I felt another pair of arms wrap
themselves around my torso. This hug was calmer
and warmer; I wasn’t being squeezed too tightly or
swung around like Raggedy Ann. I actually felt
myself hugging back for a moment. The smell was
familiar: Jonah.
I awkwardly retracted from the hug and was yanked
towards Georgia who plopped me down on the spot
beside her on the floor. Weston took my coat from
me and hung it up wherever he did.
“I’m hungry,” Jonah complained.
“Why don’t we make snacks?” I asked.
Georgia shrugged. “You two can; we’ll move
everything around in here so we have enough room
to move around.”
I stood up with Jonah and we walked in the direction
of the large kitchen. “What should we make?” I
asked.
“Let’s start off with something sweet,” Jonah told me
and I nodded.
“Like what?” I asked and he shrugged. “How about
Reeses Squares?”
He nodded. I read off the ingredients and he
searched the cabinets for them before placing them
on the counter. I began working while telling him
what I was doing and he would occasionally nod.
When we finished, we placed it on the table to
harden the chocolate and he stared at me for a
minute.
“Anything else you can make, Betty Crocker?” he
asked me and I glared at him before sighing and
nodding.
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