Back at the Madison household, it looked as though a storm had hit. Jon had turned the house upside down in his search for the magic stone. Magazines and couch pillows were scattered across the living room, some lying in a tangle with disheveled blankets. The coffee table was buried under a haphazard pile of books and random papers. In the kitchen, cabinet doors hung open, revealing a mess of disorganized utensils and spilled drawer contents.
Upstairs, both his and his mom’s bedroom were equally chaotic, though not a surprise for his’. The beds were in disarray, with clothes strewn across the floor and shoes scattered haphazardly, even his favored heels and pumps were not safe. Jon’s search had left a trail of overturned furniture and cluttered surfaces, each addition to the mess only made him more worried that he would never see the stone again.
The only thing that stopped his rampage was a rumble coming from his belly. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime at the school cafeteria, and this frantic search for the magic stone had only made him hungrier.
Although Linda had tried to teach him the basics of cooking many times, Jon had never paid much attention. Easily distracted, his lack of focus eventually led her to give up on teaching him. Now alone and hungry, with no one to help him, Jon was determined to make something for himself. He knew there was some meatloaf in the fridge from last night, but he wasn’t in the mood for it.
He rummaged through the fridge and picked up some eggs, thinking he could scramble them. “It shouldn’t be that hard; I’ve seen Mom cook this so many times,” he muttered, before cracking an egg too hard on the counter and creating a mess, adding to his trail.
Trying again, he managed to get some success at first. But it was short-lived, as some of the egg stuck to the pan. Frustrated, he grabbed a plate, left the kitchen with his scrambled eggs, and completely forgot about the fire still on the stove.
The eggs weren’t even that good. He had forgotten to use salt, so they tasted bland and left a bad aftertaste in his mouth, and he was still a little hungry. Leaving the plate on the couch, he decided to grab some cereal to complement his “meal.” But as he headed toward the kitchen, the fire alarm began blaring.
Panicked, he quickened his pace and rushed back to the kitchen. He turned off the oven and tossed the pan into the sink, accidentally cracking a cup in the process. Frantically, he opened the windows to try to fan out the smoke, with only partial success.
Frustrated and overwhelmed, Jon decides to abandon his search for the magic stone. He needed a break from the chaos. Heading upstairs, he decided a hot shower might help him clear his head and calm his nerves. In the bathroom, Jon started taking his clothes off and got in the shower, which immediately soothed his tense muscles and calmed his frazzled nerves.
With a clearer mind, Jon convinced himself that his mom must have the stone, easing his mind, letting it free to wonder. His thoughts now landing on Harry, of how he developed a crush on him ever since his mom showed that picture of them at work. From then on, Jon was obsessed with meeting Harry, knowing him personally, “His smile is so cute and handsome” Jon thinks while cleaning himself. “Mom always talks highly of him, I hope he is just as amazing in person.”
The thought of finally meeting Harry, excited him, so much so that his right hand had wandered down to his crotch and he started masturbating. He thought of what they could do together, the dates, the places they would go. He once had a crush on Karyn like this, butterflies in his stomach, but now she just thought of her as a friend, Harry was what his heart wanted. Reaching a climax, he then quickly finishes the shower, towels off to dry himself, and wraps the towel around his waist, just above his belly button.
As he is leaving the bathroom, a sound of a car shutting down comes from outside. “Mom is here.” He walks to his bedroom, to get some clothes before talking to his mom.
