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“Get up! We’re gonna be late!”
Jon groaned as he cracked his eyes open. He squinted at the light blinding him, streaming in from the now opened drapes of his window. Blindly, he dug his fingers into his bright blue bedding, trying to get a hold of his bearings. The voice sounded familiar, but..Jon slowly sat up, and stared at the voice’s owner.
And there Eduardo stood, watching him at the foot of his bed, grinning like he'd won the lottery and, oddly enough, wearing an even-fancier-than-usual dark green dress shirt. The sight alone proved to be enough to fully wake Jon up. He wasn't quite sure what could possibly excite Eduardo so much, but it served to be a welcome break from his...usual demeanor.
Jon scrambled to get out of bed, falling out in a mess of covers. This actually had the makings of a good day, and he wasn’t about to mess it up. He unwrapped himself from the soft comforter as quickly as possible, interested to see where exactly this was going. After his daring comforter escape, he stood up and grinned at Eduardo, hoping to keep him smiling.
And, anyway, he was standing by the door expectantly.
Enticed by the possibility of a trip, Jon eagerly walked over to his bright blue drawers, mindlessly tossing things out until he found it- his favorite blue dress shirt! Anything else would be underdressed, compared to Eduardo, and that wouldn't do. Even if he still has no idea why he's all dressed up..
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A quick turn of his head revealed to Jon that Eduardo hadn't left yet. Jon could appreciate his eagerness to leave, but still. He needed the room.
“Can you get out?”
Eduardo must’ve realized that he was trying to get dressed, because his face flushed and he rushed out. Probably because he had to leave- he didn’t exactly like being told what to do. Why else, right? No other reason- none Jon could think of, anyway.
Shaking the thought from his head, he pulled his nice clothes on and hurried outside of his bedroom, where he noticed Eduardo and Mark, standing by the front door.
Neither of them seemed happy.
Jon protected his face with his hands, and tried to stifle a laugh.. Guess he ruined his good mood anyway.
Of course, they seemed unhappy in different ways. He turned to his closest friend. Eduardo’s still somewhat flushed face and wide eyes bore into him, and the way he clenched his fists so tightly almost led Jon to worry for the door handle. He looked kind of angry, to Jon. Being Eduardo, it was likely, but why?
Mark just looked bored.
Eduardo sighed heavily but said nothing. No, he simply opened the door and held out his arm expectantly. As he walked out the door, Mark murmured his usual half hearted greeting, not bothering to look up from his phone.