When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E80

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E80

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 80

“We can have a dance party,” Georgia suggested as

she stood up. She pushed the table of food against

the wall and plugged in her iPod speaker. She started

playing music and flailing her arms wildly.

Weston was next to join her and then surprisingly

Sabrina. I was grinning now and Sierra was slowly

shaking her head, as if disappointed. Jonah crawled

back onto the couch and I decided to sit between

him and Sierra.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” I asked him.

He turned to look at me with a deadpanned

expression. “I told you; I can’t dance the moves I

know in public.”

I rolled my eyes as Sierra looked at me with an

annoyed expression. “He constantly says that; he

actually can’t dance.”

“I can, too! Just give me a pole, a speedo and a stack

of ones!” Jonah retorted and I started laughing loudly.

Sabrina and Georgia came over to the couch and

Sabrina grabbed Sierra’s arm and Georgia yanked

mine. I was tugged towards the middle of the living

room where Georgia proceeded to flail her arms.

Weston was no better at dancing; he was attempting

to do the running man. I watched as he fell and

smacked his face on the carpet but he got up and

continued trying while nobody acknowledged his

slipup. You know what they say: If you fall face first

into a carpet, get up and try again.

Sabrina was shaking her head wildly in beat of the

song and I winced, that’s going to give her a

headache. Sierra was doing the Hokey Pokey and fist

pumping. I realized that the whole group of

teenagers in this room can’t dance.

I looked over at Jonah who had the exact same

expression on his face, cringing in pain. I looked back

at Weston who was now keeled over in pain. I

slowly made my way over to the couch but with no

intentions of sitting down.

“Hey,” I smiled as I reached Jonah. He was casually

seated on the couch, staring at the dancers. His eyes

met mine and he smiled.

“Hello,” he greeted. I reached down and grabbed his

hand, yanking him upward. Luckily, he wasn’t

expecting that or else he would’ve put up a fight. I

pulled him towards the group of people and he

stumbled forward. “These people can’t dance.”

“I’ve noticed,” I replied as I bumped my shoulder

into his. He stared at me for a moment before

bumping his shoulder into mine.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” ne asked me and I

nodded.

“Yes, yes I do,” I replied as I bumped his shoulder

one last time.

~~~

We were seated on the carpet, talking. The dance

party didn’t last long. It took twenty minutes for

Weston to get tired of his failures and Georgia to get

tired of her arm flailing.

“What’s your middle name?” I asked Georgia and she

sighed.

“Rose,” she admitted in a defeated tone.

“Is your dad a dentist?” I asked her and she rolled her

eyes at me but smiled. “Why don’t you guys go to

our school?”

Weston was casually inch-worming across the

carpet while Georgia scrolled on her phone. “We go

to school down the street.”

“Which is where we were going to go, but it was

full,” Jonah replied and I frowned.

“I wish it had one spot left,” I sighed while Jonah

turned to look at Sabrina.

“She wants you to switch to JHS, Sabrina,” he said as

he looked at her. She snorted before shaking her

head.