Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 131
I slammed into Jonah’s car and he whimpered as he
struggled to stop the spinning. “I’m going to puke by
the end of this game.”
“This is not a game.” I exclaimed as I sped up and hit
his car again. “This is Sparta!”
Jonah laughed loudly at my aggression. “No, this is
Patrick!”
“You’re such a nerd!” I replied as I sent my car
hurdling into his once more. The cars slowed to a
stop as the round of bumper cars ended. We got out
of the cars and walked over to each other, entwining
our hands.
“I totally won,” I stated as we exited the rink.
Jonah rolled his eyes and imitated an obnoxious girl.
“Totally.”
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When we finished riding all of the rides in the
carnival, Jonah and I made our way to the car. He
attempted to win me a stuffed animal for nearly an
hour but eventually I had to drag him away from the
stand when he started saying that he was going to
dip into his savings account. It was almost 6 o’clock
and Jonah said that we were going to go eat; we just
had to swing by his house for a minute.
I was complaining that I had to use the bathroom
and Jonah told me as soon as we get to his house, I
can go. “It’s only a thirty minute drive to my house.”
“Only 30 minutes? Gee, I’ve only been holding my
pee for about an hour! What’s thirty more minutes?”
I gave him a flat look and he frowned.
“You could’ve gone in a portable bathroom,” he
stated and I scoffed.
“Do you realize how stupid that sentence sounded?” I
asked him and he shrugged.
We slowed to a stop in front of his house and he
tossed me the keys. I ran out of the car and to the
house, hopping around as I unlocked the door. His
aunt and uncle are at work; his sisters are at an after
school club; Georgia is at work; Weston is at football
practice, and his parents are currently house-
searching. I put the keys on the table beside the door
and ran to the nearest bathroom.
I heard the door closing downstairs as I rushed into
the bathroom. After washing my hands, I exited the
bathroom and went downstairs. I left the house to
see Jonah leaning against his car. I locked the door
and walked over to him, tossing him the keys. He
opened the passenger side door for me.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he got into the
driver’s seat. I noticed an old fashioned picnic basket
in the backseat.
“The beach,” he replied casually. I nodded my head,
internally screaming. Isn’t the beach the place of
romance? Or is that France? Same thing, right?
According to Mere, if a guy takes you to the beach, it
means he likes you! I hope her statement was
correct because if not, then I don’t know what I’ll do.
My brother took her to the beach for their 4th date,
where he asked her to be his girlfriend. Why can’t it
be that easy for me and Jonah?
When we arrived at the beach, Jonah insisted on
opening the door for me. I bet if he got hit by a car,
he’d crawl to the door and open it before he allows
me to open it myself.
He also opened the backdoor and took out the picnic
basket. He took ahold of my hand with his free one
and walked us to a nice spot on the beach, not too
close to the water but close enough that it’s walking
distance.
When I looked at him, he smiled at me. He opened
the basket and took out a red and white striped
beach blanket. He laid it out on the sand and tried to
make it straight but eventually got frustrated and
gave up on that. He motioned for me to sit down so
I did.
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