jon is mean

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we head back downstairs and all i can smell is eggs. i am not a fan of eggs

jon's slaps his girlfriends butt and starts kissing her.

um ok

i sit at the table awkwardly while waiting for them to stop

jon put her on the counter. they are literally making out

what the heck

i go over to the couch and pet his cat. oh, and his dog does not want to kill me anymore

jon sees i am not interested so he quickly turns away from his girlfriend

"oh wow honey eggs? my favorite"

his favorite is not eggs. he told me that it is popsicle because of the way they are shaped

so jon is a liar, i see

i will let it slide because that woman likes eggs

"ready to eat (y/n)?"

"i am ok. i don't like eggs"

his girlfriend sneers at me and jon sits at the table and eats those horrible eggs

i sit and watch the tv. it's the news. sooo boring

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