Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 146
I stared at my cousin who was currently dancing
around my bedroom. “Weston, stop.”
My protest was drowned out by the sound of his
singing. “Story of my life! I take her home! I drive all
night to keep her warm!”
I wanted to cry. Weston sounded like a dying goat.
“I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want; so
tell me what you want, what you really, really want!”
he continued to switch up songs.
I was begging him now. “Weston, don’t do this to
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and
they’re like- it’s better than yours!” he danced around
my room before he glared at me. “Tell me!”
“Fine, okay, I’ll tell you,” I snapped and he grinned
before coming to a full stop. I let the silence sink in
for a moment. “I do.”
“I knew it!” he cheered.
I glared at him. “Yay, you know it, congratulations.
Now go, I have to get ready.”
“What, you’re not going to tell her?” Weston asked
me as I walked towards my dresser; I turned around
to look at him.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Well, why not? If I were Savannah, I’d want to
know that you like me,” Weston placed his hand on
his hip and twisted his neck around, attempting to do
his best Savannah impression.
I glared at him. “But you’re not Savannah and she
never does that.”
Weston returned my glare. “Well, remember this, if
she ends up dating someone else…don’t be
surprised,” he warned. I registered his words,
knowing that they were true, very true. I was still
curious as to whom Arthur is but I know that he isn’t
a good guy, I also know that he is no longer in our
I glared at Weston before watching him unlock my
door and exit the room, closing it on his way out. I
just walked towards my closet and yanked a pair of
dark jeans and a blue shirt out of it. I grabbed my
jacket and another one, too, just in case.
I got into my car and started the drive to Savannah’s
house, a weird feeling in my stomach. It was a good
feeling, like butterflies, almost. Is that what they call
it? Do they call them butterflies?
When I pulled up to her house, I honked the horn
and waited patiently for her to come out of her
house. When she did waddle out of her house, I
found myself grinning from ear to ear. She definitely
had layers on. She was wearing a large blue sweater
and a thick pair of jeans. She had snow boots on,
too, and her hair was in a pile on her head. Her
cheeks were tinted red along with her nose from the
nippy air and she looked beautiful.
“You look like a penguin,” I smiled at her.
She got into the car as I opened the door. “Just drive,
She turned on the music and sang along to it while I
drove. I just kept smiling, probably looking a bit
sketchy to people on the sidewalks but I didn’t care. I
I looked at the clock and narrowed my eyes. “We’re
going to be so early.”
“You can always drop me back home and then go
drive around,” she retorted with a serious look on
her face. I frowned. She didn’t want to be here?
I looked at her. “You don’t want to go?”
She laughed loudly, chuckling as if what had just
happened was hilarious. “You should have seen your
face, so vulnerable.”