Compelled to continue talking to Tiffany, Jon stayed on the phone. The two of them spoke about fashion and clothing and boys and music and tv and everything else teenage girls could possibly talk about. Everytime Jon thought that the two of them had exhaustively covered a topic, there would be more to talk about. And the strangest part was, he found all of it so very interesting. He suddenly realized that that appearances were the first and only thing people noticed, and were supremely important.
The two of them talked for the better part of two hours before Jon's mother calling him downstairs for dinner snapped him out of his talkative haze. But instead of being relieved, he found he was really annoyed. Sure, he had wanted to stop talking eventually, but he didn't want to have to do it because someone told him. The whole thing was so insulting. Who did his mother think she was?
"Ugh, my mom is like, forcing me to eat dinner. I'll call you back later k, Tiff? Toodles!"
Jon got up and, after briefly admiring himself in the mirror (at the end of which he declared him self to be soooo hot), he decided to head down to dinner.
