When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E100

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E100

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 100

Jonah was quiet for a minute. I decided to speak up.

“So, are we okay?”

Jonah nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, we’re okay.”

“So are you going to hug me now? And not like a

scared little girl?” I asked him and he smiled. I stood

up and he wrapped his arms around me.

“You’re hard to stay mad at,” he stated.

“So I’ve heard,” I joked.

“Your hair smells good, like strawberries,” he

murmured, inhaling deeply.

“Thank you?” I smirked.

“I have a feeling that you like my hugs,” he muttered

as he rested his chin on my head.

“Shut up,” I muttered, causing him to laugh. It felt

better knowing that we were on good terms. “It’s

okay to be a little jealous.”

Jonah pulled away from me. “You were the jealous

one! You wanted to stab Waverly!”

I felt my face warm up. “No I didn’t!”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked, earning a punch from me.

“Did you know that you gave Francis a black eye?”

“I was so close to giving you a black eye,” I muttered

and he looked at me.

“What stopped you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow

as a smirk played on his lips. Because I like you, you

idiot. I cringed at the bluntness of those words. I’m

still not comfortable at the fact that I have a crush on

him. It’d be easier to deny it if his cousin didn’t know.

Stupid move.

“I don’t like to hit my friends,” I replied, lying through

my teeth.

“You just punched me in the shoulder!” he

exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.

“You can hide that bruise, though,” I retorted.

“Francis can’t hide his face.”

~~~

“I made a new friend,” I grinned at Jonah.

“Did you kiss him, too?” he muttered with a smirk

and I glared at him.

“She’s a girl!” I replied. “Her names Dana; she invited

me to sit with her at lunch.”

“What happened to your table?” he asked me, a tinge

of happiness in his voice. “Still covered in snow?”

I frowned. “I think that table and I have had our

times together but we’re done,” I replied.

“Good because it was cold out there,” he replied and

I glare at him.

“Okay, back to our project,” I stated.

“What? We were never talking about our project,” he

stated and I kicked him under the table. “You’re

abusive.”

“I say we do a project on Adolf Hitler,” I announced.

“Didn’t you already do a project on Adolf Hitler?” he

asked while rubbing his shin under the table and I

nodded.

“I have a lot of background knowledge; it’s less

work,” I grinned.

“Surprised you have any knowledge,” he muttered

and I glared at him.

Despite out constant banter, I’m glad we’re friends

again. “Shut up.”

“Did you kiss your knowledge in a janitor’s closet,

too?”

Okay, maybe I’m not so happy.

Who am I kidding? I’m ecstatic.