When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - F o u r t e e n ]

“Firstly, I’m older than you, and secondly, nothing. Nothing is wrong," he told me as he blew out a breath, causing a white fog to surround his face momentarily.

I placed my hands on my hips. “Something’s wrong, spill,” I told him. He just sighed in response. “Is it how she looks?”

He shook his head. “She’s pretty.”

“Is it her personality?” I asked.

He shook his head again, chuckling lightly. “She’s funny, sweet, and can eat a lot; all the things I look for in a girl.”

I pursed my lips. “What is it?”

He was silent for a moment. “Are you sure she likes me?”

I stared at him for a moment. His question caught me off guard. “Of course she likes you. Why do you think I’m out here? Not because I want to be, that’s for sure.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure!” I snapped. Jeremiah nodded before turning to enter the house.

Why is it always other people that think their problems are gigantic when in reality, they’re miniscule? Why is it me that always has problems with relationships? Am I doing something wrong? Is there a class I can attend that’ll help me with this?

“And sis?” he asked and I turned to look at him. “I’m still going to help you find out who your mystery kisser is.”

I groaned and placed my head on the banister, my ears filling with the sound of my brothers mocking laughter.

~~~

I was sitting on the couch when my aunt came over and plopped down beside me. “Hey honey.”

“Hi, Aunt Sylvia,” I smiled at her.

She grinned at me. “Got any boyfriends I should be worrying about?”

She winked at me and I groaned. “No, Aunt Sylvia.”

“Are you sure?” she questioned. Why is everyone always questioning my statements?

“What has my mother told you?” I asked her.

She laughed before shaking her head. “Your mother hasn’t told me anything. But may I ask you a question?” I shrugged in response. “Who is that boy that Jeremiah is talking to?”

I didn’t even need to look in their direction. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Jonah?” she nodded her head vigorously.

“That’s the one! Who is he?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“He’s Jeremiah’s friend,” I vaguely responded. She laughed, rubbing her chin slightly.

“That’s funny, because I asked Jeremiah the same thing; he said that Jonah is going to be your next boyfriend," she chuckled. 

“What?” I asked, my voice raising a few octaves. I looked in Jonah and Jeremiah’s direction to see Jer wave at me and indiscreetly wink. I turned and looked at my Aunt in horror. She just smiled before standing up and walking away.

~~~

When it was time to open gifts I was surprised when my mother handed me mine. I didn’t expect a gift, seeing as the party was at my house. Jonah obviously had the same expression as me because he turned to me. “I didn’t realize I was getting a gift, too," I muttered. 

I rolled my eyes, opening my gift slowly. I stared at the beanie. It wasn’t just any beanie, though. It was the same material from Waverly’s dress. I stared at it for a minute before a smile tore across my face. “Is this the cloth?”

Jonah nodded with a small smile on his lips as he opened his gift. When he saw the game, he stared at it for a minute. I was nervously biting at my lip. “I'm totally playing this when I get home," he nodded with a grin. 

I looked at him and nodded. “It’s so awesome!” I found myself scooting closer to him on the couch, flipping the game over on my lap and then holding it closer so he could see it. “You can play with three other people. It’s so cool; you can trash houses, crash cars, and even have your own custom made house. You can make a family; you can kill your family. You can have pets.”

I fixed my glasses as Jonah smiled. “Sierra and I are going to be playing this all day tomorrow. Thanks, Savannah.”

I frowned. “How’d you know it was me?” I asked. 

“You made it so obvious. A normal person doesn’t gnaw on their lip like a woodchuck while someone is opening a gift,” I bumped his shoulder with my own while I stared at the game. I felt our legs touching and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Someone coughed and I looked up. I assumed it was my father and I thought he was going to push me over onto the couch and sit between us immaturely but I looked up to see Jeremiah with a smirk on his face. His arm was extended outward and he had a mistletoe in his hand, holding it right above me and Jonah.

Uh oh. He told you he’d help you.