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Hiya! Jonathan's the name, though I prefer Jon.
22 years young.
I miss home a bit so expect pictures of the motherland.
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Hey Jared
I pooped in your toilet. Don't be alarmed at the smell.
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|Closed| Cookies
Jon sighed. He felt like he'd woken from a long sleep, cold and with no point of reference to time. The whole house felt weird, unstable, unsettling in a way that it hadn't before and he felt utterly alone. So he did what he always did when nothing in the world felt right; he baked.
He had what he needed but nothing more and it was a shock to realise how little he had. He didn't remember his cupboards being this barren. He didn't remember much of the last month to be honest. So he gathered what he had and made cookie dough, set the oven to heat, cut out the rounds and prepared everything and popped it in the oven.
He sat on the floor watching the door like he did when he was small. The oven radiated warmth, but he still felt cold in his bones. And tired. The kind of tired that he should be worried about when he felt so cold but it didn't matter.
When the cookies were done he pulled them out, left them to cool. He remembered a time when someone would come in, enticed by the smell, and he'd have to slap away a hand before it took one too soon. Sawyer, Troy, Jared......Brad. He shivered, taking one for himself and staying on the floor, slowly nibbling at it until there was nothing left and the tray had cooled. He arranged the cookies on a plate and left it on the counter, unconcerned with putting them away in boxes.
He just wanted to sleep again. So he went back to bed.
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Is this a bad time to mention I sat naked on your couch?
Hey Jared
I tea-bagged your pillow.
Just thought i’d let you know. Toodles~
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Hey Jared
I tea-bagged your pillow.
Just thought i'd let you know. Toodles~
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HEY GUYS! Just letting you know that it's Jareds birthday (if it hasn't already been brought up) so SING THAT BITCH A BIRTHDAY SONG, YEAH?
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Hey now Jared.
Go outside. Find a dick. Get it hard and put it in your mouth.
Jon
You are a poop face
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Jon frowned as Brad dug in to his meal, considering him more freely now that Brad was occupied. He was thin, though not frail, and though he'd obviously made an attempt to clean up, he was still fairly dirty. It was the little things, stuff under his fingernails, patches of hair that caught the light differently due to oil. The bags under his eyes didn't help matters, nor the odd and frightening marks across his arms. Jon didn't want to believe what all the evidence pointed to but there was no other forthcoming explaination.
At least Brad was here now. Even if he hurt Jon, even if he'd fucked up big time, Jon wasn't the kind of guy to turn away someone in need. And Brad looked very much in need, of many things. A good meal, a proper bath, a trip to the laundry and a week of sleep.
Sighing, Jon sat across from Brad and quietly ate half his sandwich, adding the other half to Brad's quickly emptying plate.
Hard to say...// Jon and Brad
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Jon finished putting together sandwiches. He hadn't made one for Troy as the other man hadn't gotten up yet, bringing the ones he'd made for himself and Brad through to the dining table, confused by the knock at the front door.
He smiled exasperatedly at Brad when he opened it. "You know, if you've moved back in, you don't need to knock? Anyway, foods done, Brad."
Hard to say...// Jon and Brad
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Jon smiled weakly and gently pat Brads shoulder. "Ok. If you want, you can get your things now. I'm going to make lunch, just sandwiches. You like PB&J with no crusts, right?" He smiled again and walked into the kitchen.
It was only once he was in there, alone, that he allowed himself to cry. He sunk to the floor, biting his knuckles hard. He didn't let himself cry for long. Wiping at his face, he stood up and got to work preparing lunch.
Hard to say...// Jon and Brad
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