(When your at a spa and nail salon and all the employees speak Chinese and you aren't sure if their talking about you while you wait for a friend.
Paranoia kills.)
ANYWAYS....ONWARD TO THE HORRIBLE STORY.

Jon awoke in his bed and scanned the room to find he'd been asleep for a while. The sun light that was a darker orange color that illuminated through his bedroom window.
  For a second, Jon wondered if he had only dreamt up being a lumberjack with Edd gang. After all, tree surfing did seem a bit impossible. Though, everything possible when those three were around.
He began to think it may have been a possibility. His head hurt as if he'd fallen from a tree.
Nevertheless, he shrugged the thought away and crawled out of bed.
Maybe two Ibuprofens and a glass off cold water could sooth the pounding in his head.
His feet padded against the cool hard wood floor as he quiet crept down stairs.
He stopped at the very last step and peaked his head around to check for the guest. He hadn't wanted disrupt them or more over, Eduardo.
What he saw had him speechless and left him with a mix of different emotions he couldn't describe.

Eduardo was sitting with Laurel's blonde friend and the man seemed fairly comfortable kissing her.
The scene made Jon's chest turn cold. His lungs hurt, relating to something of a weight falling on them. His hands became shakey and he wanted to dig his nails into the skin in his arms to cope with it.
Unshed tears welled up in the honey blonde's onyx eyes he jerked himself back behind the wall.
Jon knew this feeling, he felt it when Eduardo was with Laurel.
This was the bitter taste of jealousy.

Jon ran back up to his room and shut the door, where he slid down behind it and brought his knees to his chest and quietly sobbed.
He didn't want to feel this way.