Zoe opened the door to Jon's room and found him in bed, still sound asleep. She shook him awake. "Jon, it's me..."
Jon stirred and looked up. "Why the hell are you waking me up? Get the fuck out of here!" He said, irritably.
"Mom came looking for you in my room," Zoe said. "She said it was yours."
Jon looked at her. "Why the fuck would she do that?" He asked, then rolled over and put a pillow over his head.
"You don't have to bite my head off," Zoe told him, getting frustrated. She suddenly paused. Jon didn't usually use the word fuck so much. But she did. She blinked, having a feeling of deja vu...but in reverse.
The odd thing wasn't that Jon was pissy and she wasn't, but that she felt perfectly okay about it...as if it was normal. Clearly, Jon either wasn't aware he was acting odd, or he hadn't been awake long enough to notice.
