Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 119
I nodded. “I do have a job; I often work 10-14 hours
a week depending on my school schedule; school
always comes first.”
Tony and Matilda looked impressed and I held back
from fist pumping. I stole a glance at Jonah and he
was chewing a piece of his steak. He grinned at me
and the juice from the steak spilled out of his mouth.
He quickly wiped it with a napkin and I smiled.
“How old are you, Savannah?” Matilda asked me
I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “I’m turning 17 in
11 days,” I smiled happily.
“Your birthday is so soon; what are you going to
do?” Matilda asked and I shrugged.
“I honestly have no plans; I just want to sit at home
and play videogames. I might hang out with my
friends and family, but I’m not planning on having a
party,” I confessed and Matilda nodded.
“I understand; Jonah was always like that; he never
wanted a grand birthday party. I don’t understand
why; he had plenty of friends in school,” Tony stated
as they stared at their son in confusion. He just
sheepishly looked away.
“What do you like about my son?” Matilda cut to the
chase, there was no beating around the bush with
her and I appreciated that.
I stuttered slightly. “W-well, I like how he
academically and athletically excels. He’s funny, too,
so that’s a plus. We also have common interests
which is always good. Overall, he’s pretty cool. He’s
I can’t believe I added that last part. You guys aren’t
really dating! You can’t just say stuff like that! Don’t
you think I realized that about .2 seconds after it
slipped? Georgia nudged me under the table and I
wanted to bury my face in this expensive food. “I’d
like to think so.”
I looked up at Matilda as she explained that with a
grin. Jonah smirked at me. “You’re pretty cute, too.”
I wanted to crawl under the table and die. Tony
rolled his eyes before laughing. “Okay, enough of
Tony smiled at us as we continued eating, making
“I think that went well, don’t you?” Jonah asked as
we drove to my house. I let out a sigh of relief the
moment we sat in the car and I hadn’t talked since.
I nodded my head tiredly. “I felt like I was a loser. ‘I
like to play video games in my free time,’” I mocked
myself in a slurred voice.
Jonah laughed. “Are you calling me a loser? That’s all
I do! At least you have a job, I’m still searching.”
“I heard the ice cream place in the same plaza as my
job is hiring,” I replied and he looked at me with an
“Same plaza as your job, you say?” he questioned
me and I nodded.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dance?”
Jonah asked me with a frown.
I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t dance or shop;
what happened to just hanging out?”
“Fine, you can’t see my dance moves anyway;
you’re under 18. You’ll need a permission slip,” Jonah
responded and I laughed.
“I’m starting to think that you really can’t dance,” I
told him. He smiled at me as he pulled up to the front
of my house.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”