Alexa- Hey Jon! Wanna play golf later today?
Jon- Yeah sure, I�ll see you in a few hours!
(Jon hangs up, smiling he falls back into his chair and exerts a sigh of absolute bliss...Suddenly someone begins to pound on the door, Jon trots over to the door, almost in a skip. He opens it, then just as quickly closes it)
Chris- Jon! We know you�re in there, open up! We need to ask you something.
(Slowly, Jon opens the door again to see Nick and Chris grinning happily back at him)
Nick- Look, uh...we sorta had to move out of Tiffany�s house and now we don�t have anywhere to stay so, uh...
(Jon turns to back to look at his paradise of a living room. He sighs heavily, then reluctantly motions them in)
Chris- Alright! Thanks man!
(Chris and Nick bound into the house, Chris collapses in Jon�s chair. Nick sniffs the air)
Nick- Nice, Ribs!
Chris- Bagh, this movie sucks
(Nick dives into the platter of ribs, as Chris changes the channel to Rocky IV)
Chris- Hey Nick, shut that door for me, that breeze is annoying
(The phone rings)
Nick- I got it!....Whose this...Alexa who?...no he�s not still going golfing later...yeah...don�t call here again.
(Jon watches helplessly, he lurches briefly as if to laugh)
Jon- Back to good....old....times....*groans*