Jon's mom (Jane) was in the living room, unwinding after a long day at the office. She was just about to grab her favorite book, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
Groaning, she stood up and answered the door. A handsome and muscular boy was standing outside. She wasn't familiar with the athletes of Jon's school, so she didn't recognize him.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm here to see Jon."
"And you are ...?"
"I'm an old friend," Biff lied. "I was visiting and I thought that maybe I could drop by and say hello."
"Oh, well, okay," Jane said, letting him in. "You know where his bedroom is."
Biff smiled. "Who could forget?" He walked up the stairs, trying to figure out which bedroom was Jon's. The first bedroom looked like it belonged to a little kid and the second bedroom looked like it belonged to one of those freaky Goths (ugh). The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, so the one remaining must have been Jon's.
He knocked on the door and Jon answered it, with wide eyes and a gasp.
