"Hey, Thomas. I-i need to t-talk to you..." I heard someone out side. it sounded like Jon. I sighed and walked out the bathroom.
Jon was sitting on his bed with his head. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. He hid his face. I was now in front of him trying to get him to calm. "Jon." I said and he still didn't listen. "JON COZART" I shouted. He jumped and looked at me.
His eyes were red and puffy. I sighed, he was going to hate me for this but it was worth it.
