Jon sniffed the air when he awoke the next morning at around 9. It was the smell of something delicious being cooked. He stretched and noticed that he was still in the clothes he'd worn last night out with Lexi. Including the jeans with a popped button.
He kicked them off and slid on a somewhat baggy pair of grey sweatpants. Much more suceptable to his waist line.
He walked to the door across his disorganized room which was plastered with clothes, food wrappers, games, and junk. After making it across, he opened his door and walked down the stairs, his stomach jiggling with each step. When he reached the kitchen he saw his mom hovering over the stove. She was caring for a frying pan which contained bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
Jon came up behind her and whispered "Good morning." She jumped a bit and then laughed.
"Don't do that, hun," she laughed. Jon only responded with a grin and then took a seat at the table.
"Soooo. When will breakfast be ready?" Jon asked, trying not to sound anxious. His mother rolled her eyes.
"It'll be another minute. Will you go and get the newspaper for me?" his mother answered. Jon got up with a whiney look on his face and walked to the front door. When he opened it he saw...
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