When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E132

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E132

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He plopped down across from me and put the

basket beside us. He dug his hand into the basket

and pulled out boxes of sweets. He had a box of

chocolate chip cookies, a pan brownies, and red

velvet cupcakes. I stared at the food in delight before

my gaze met his. I stared at him in amazement. Not

even five minutes into the picnic and it’s already

perfect. He then pulled out a 12 pack of cherry cola

and then bags of various chips.

“I would light a candle but I’m afraid it’ll fall because

of the lumpy sand and light everything on fire,”

Jonah explained while I smiled at him. I opened the

box of cookies and began eating them. He took my

free hand and held it while we watched the sun

slowly go down.

I decided to speak up and quench my burning

curiosity. “Jonah?”

“Hm?” he asked, turning his attention to me.

“Why are we still doing this?” I asked him and he

looked confused. I raised our entwined hands.

“This?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask. Why didn’t you

ask sooner?” he asked me, turning to face me fully.

I looked down sheepishly; now’s as good a time as

any. Man up and tell him that you like him. Okay,

Mere. “I was worried you’d stop.”

Jonah was quiet before he replied. “I wouldn’t have.”

I lay down on the blanket beside him, watching the

sky change colors. I’d be officially seventeen at 8:22

PM and it’s 8 o’clock. Although, technically as of 12:00

AM on February 17th, I’m 17, I was born at 8:22 PM. I

let out a satisfied sigh as Jonah put our entwined

hands on his chest. His soft breathing calmed me

down. The silence was beautiful, the whole night

was beautiful. Nothing could ruin it.

“Did you realize that if we were to get married, your

initials would be STD?” Jonah asked me.

I stifled a laugh as I nodded my head. “I did realize

that.”

“Are you admitting to thinking about marrying me?”

Jonah inquired and I shrugged.

“I guess I am,” I replied, leaving out the part about

repeating my first and middle name with his last

name: Savannah Taylor Davis. “But I promise I’m not

creepy,” I told him, earning a laugh in response.

At 8:18 PM, I sighed loudly. Jonah turned his attention

to me. “Savannah, can I ask you something?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“You have to promise to answer it honestly,” he

stated as he sat up, pulling me along with him. I

groaned as I propped myself up.

“I promise,” I nodded and he gave me an unsure

look. “Just say it.”

“Do you like me?” his question caught me off guard.

I assumed he was going to say something like ‘did

you eat all of the cookies?’ because I was feeling

guilty about eating them and coming clean would do

my conscious some good. I didn’t expect him to ask

the question he did.

I sighed before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”

It was silent between us as I stared at my hands that

were placed on my lap. I just did it. I just confessed

my not-so-undying love for him. Okay, maybe it’s

not love. Maybe it’s just like…but he didn’t say

anything back. I felt my heart slowly deflating. Is this

what it feels like to be rejected?

“Savannah?” I looked up, meeting Jonah’s gaze. His

fingers slowly reached out and found their way

under my chin. Isn’t this what happens when two

people are about to kiss in movies? I hope my breath

doesn’t stink! It probably tastes like cookies! What am

I saying? Cookies are amazing! He’s lucky if he tastes

my cookie breath!