Crossdressing EdJon Fic

Is this a Date?

"MARK!" Jon shouted urgently just before bursting through the blonde's door.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST JON!" Mark nearly jumped three feet off the ground in surprise.

"Sorry!" Jon apologized before jumping onto the others bed to sit and face him.

There was a pause.

"Are you going to tell me the reason for breaking my door off its hinges?" Mark inquired annoyedly.

"Oh yes!...um.." Jon twiddled his thumbs, "Eduardo wants to hang out....but I think it might be a date?"

"Hah, you guys are gay."

"Mark, you're bisexual."

"Yeah and?"

"Please help me."

"Fine, why do you think it's a date?"

Jon stumbled for words, "w-well, he's been nicer...lately and he's been kind of weird?"

Mark cocked an inquisitive brow, "what kind of weird?"

"Well...uhm...touching me?"

Mark blinked, "touching you?"

Jon immediately regretted those choice of words, "nonono! Not like that! He just accidently headbutted me and it hurt here!" He placed his hand over his mouth so the blonde could visualize. "So...so he just kind of took a look at it and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip....and he looked at me like...."

Another pause, Mark hummed, "like?"

"Like...he wanted to maybe kiss me? I don't know, maybe I'm just over thinking it-"

"Possibly, but you can't be sure," Mark stated, smiling knowingly.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Jon asked, wrangling the end of his shirt nervously.

"No reason," Mark hummed again.

"Do you know something I don't?" Jon frowned and slumped slightly, "this isn't a joke that you're in on is it?"

Mark scoffed, "no, why the hell would I do that?"

"I don't know..."

Mark sighed and layed his book to the side.

"Jon, if it's some sort of sick joke on Eduardo's side then I will personally kick his ass."

Jon gave disbelieving look, but nodded anyway.

"Now go get ready."
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Jon was unsure of what to wear. His mind was running a mile a minute. Should he wear what he had on? Should he find a nicer, cuter outfit? What about makeup, accessories?
He sighed out and wiped his clammy hands on his pleated skirt.

"Lets just have a look in the closet..." he murmured to himself as he walked to it.

Inside was filled with most of his usual attire, which included his black pants, gray shirts, and blue button ups. He pushed them to the side to reveal his favorites, hiding them away at the far corner just in case any of his roommates were snooping in the past.

He picked out three of his favorite nice outfits and laid them out on his bed.

A nice light blue sweater with black shorts. Another was a cute blue long sleeves dress, with black rhinestone belt around the middle.

And the very last, was his most lovely attire, a beautiful frill dress, that went with a beautiful blue choker and white leggings.

He really wanted to wear it, but in all honesty...it was all a bit much.
He checked himself in the mirror, "it's fine, I look fine like this."

He turned in a circle, watching himself in the mirror, fixed his hair, smoothest his shirt and repeated the motion.

No, he looked terrible, he needed to change. Maybe he should get a shower? Should he wear pants? He is going out with Eduardo...if anyone recognized them....

He was just about to head over to his bathroom when he was interrupted by a knock at his bedroom door.

Jon paniced, whipping around like the door would burst from his hinges. "I-it's open!"

The door clicked open to reveal Eduardo, "you ready?"

Jons eyes widened and looked to his digital clock, surprised at how much time had passed.

"I uhm, yeah, let's go."

He guessed he was staying like that.
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Dinner was uncomfortable. They went to a cheap burger place, Jon's choice. The reason being that Eduardo was going to take him to a classier restraunt, but Jon didn't have that kind of money and he wasn't going to let Eduardo pay the bill.

So now they sat in an awkward silence, Jon wondering if he'd made a mistake, because the look on Eduardo's face gave him an angry vibe. Hell, when did the man not look angry or condescending?

"...are you enjoying the food?" The man suddenly asked putting Jon out of his thoughts and on the spot.

"I- um...yes. it's delicious," he spoke before glancing down, finding he hadn't actually touched his food. To correct it he took a bite of his burger and sipped at his coke.

"I'm sorry we couldn't go where you wanted..." Jon finally stated.

"We could've, I've got the money."

Jon nodded, "yeah, I know, it's just, well I didn't want you to pay for my meal, I'd feel bad and I really don't want to feel in debt..."

He glanced up at the man who stared blankly back him.

Jon realised what he had said and panicked, "not that it's a bad thing! It's just that my part time job doesn't pay much and it might take a while to pay you back because of rent and my other bills...not that paying you back wouldn't come first! I-"

"Jon."

Jon shut his mouth.

"Eat you're food, don't worry about it."