A cleary disheveled John appears on the screen the next morning. He's wearing a bathrobe and boxers, untied and backwards, respectively. His hair looks like it hasn't been combed in a week, and I have to wonder how he achieved that look when I do my hair every single day. Every twenty-four hours, exactly.
"Don't, don't do that, Jonathan," he pleads. He won't even look up at the camera for a full second. "I'll do it. I'll tell her tonight."
Seeing him like that kind of upsets me, but I have bigger things to worry about if he doesn't keep his word.
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Jonathan: A Fanfiction Novel
أدب الهواةJonathan wakes up at exactly 7AM, every single day, sticks to his routine, works hard, follows the rules and keeps his head down. His brother, John, is precisely the opposite, waking up at 7PM, generally follows his schedule, but likes to live his l...
