[For once, Jonathan had actually gotten up at a reasonable hour; normally, he'd call that fortunate, had it not been for the demon that had recently been sent out to "haunt" him for whatever reason. Ever since Sock, the demon in question, had realized that he could enter the blond's home, everything had been a nightmare--or, at least, that's what Sock would've hoped for. Despite his intentions of causing everlasting misery until the teenager off'ed himself, they'd actually been pretty friendly to each other. Methods that the ethereal being presumed would be effective, such as practically becoming part of Jonathan's household, hadn't been as misery-inducing as he'd thought, and the blond was actually starting to think of Sock as a dorky ghost companion, maybe even a friend.]
[...Not that he'd ever admit that to himself, let alone the demon that was haunting him, even if it might be amusing to see Sock panic over how he wasn't doing his job properly (even though it was pretty obvious that his methods were ineffective).]
[Regardless, Jonathan had decided to treat this as an ordinary morning, especially seeing as to how he didn't have Sock hovering above him when he woke up. In fact, the blond was almost happy not to have him around, and couldn't help wondering if maybe his "adventures" with the demon sent to torment him were just figments of his imagination. Dreams were pretty wild and vivid, after all, so it wasn't impossible, right?]
[A small smile crossed his features as he dressed for school without a hitch; no demon in his closet, no Sock phasing up through the floorboards or through the walls to try and scare him; maybe, assuming that he was real, since his methods weren't working, he'd decided to give up? However, considering that--be it dream or reality--the demon had been with him for what felt like weeks now, it wasn't really a plausible explanation.]
[Jonathan continued through his hallway, almost anticipating Sock to arise from a random spot, shouting "boo!" in his efforts to mess with the apathetic teenager, but was met with nothing, both to his surprise and joy. Crossing over to the kitchen, almost jubilantly, with a smirk plastered on his features, the blond proceeded to the fridge and prepared his signature sandwich for lunch, along with some toast, since he finally had enough time in the morning to make breakfast before his bus arrived.]
[Soon enough, his breakfast was finished, and Jonathan was genuinely relieved to find that not a trace of Sock was anywhere to be found. Maybe it was all a dream, and the "torment" he'd suffered at the demon's hands wasn't real? Or maybe Sock had some new master plan that he planned to enforce at the bus stop. Figuring that he still had about ten minutes to spare, the only thought on his mind was about the demon--god, had he really gotten that attached to somebody that had planned to make him suffer that he was actually sort of worrying about them?]
[Glancing around once more to ascertain that Sock hadn't come to visit him this morning, Jonathan headed to his room to grab his headphones, along with his MP3 player; if not for the music, then to tune out his worries about whatever might have happened to the demon.]
[Eventually, the time had arrived for him to leave for the bus, and there was still no sign of the demon that had been haunting him for the past week. Of course, there was still the slightest bit of hope within the blond that the demon might just happen to be at the bus stop, even though he hadn't been there when Jonathan had initially woken up. A surge of both relief and irritation coursed through him as he realized that Sock was actually there, and likely had been the entire time. Jonathan, however, was intent on making it seem as though he'd barely even noticed the demon's absence, and he even casually greeted the ginger, removing his headphones and planting them around his neck.]
[Despite his nonchalant greeting, however, Sock was fumbling for his words, even stuttering as he greeted the blond, despite his usual manner of happy-go-luckiness. Jonathan quirked a brow, that slight concern that had been welling up within him coming back to haunt him. Just what had the demon been doing, and why was he suddenly so...nervous?]
You look like a deer in headlights. Aren't you supposed to be the one making me suffer, not the other way around? Yeesh, you really do suck at your job.
