When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - 2 0: J o n a h ' s - P e r s p e c t i v e ]

Chapter 20: Jonah's Perspective

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. "Please, Weston."

"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 me."

"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 school.

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, boy."

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 was happy.

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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."

I glared at her. "I hate you."

She let out a loud laugh. "We both know that isn't true." Yeah, I know.