Jon

I bit down on my lip and turned over in bed with my mobile pressed firmly to my left ear. Yet again I was smiling ear to ear, as I always was when Jon was involved. My giggles started as I listened to him shouting at the football he was watching on television. It amused me at how seriously he took it. The phone beeped in my ear to say we had been on the phone for an hour. It shocked both of us when we discussed the length of our conversation. We were meant to be meeting in thirty minutes.
Twenty minutes later, I shoved a lip gloss and a lighter into the side pocket of my handbag and ran out of the door to my room. The corridor wound to the right, and I waved at Joe and Louise sitting in the communal kitchen. My student flatmates had an obsession with eating cereal in the evening. They thought it was normal! My phone vibrated in the pocket of my jeans and the message envelope flashed in the top right hand corner of the screen. I flipped the phone open as I slid into the taxi a little less than gracefully and told the driver where to take me.

Need any fags?

The message was typical Jon. Uninformative yet straight to the point. Curt, yet it was caring. He had to care to ask if I wanted any cigarettes; didn’t he?
I arrived shortly after replying to the text message with a brusque “No” but it was followed with a few “x”’s for good measure. He spotted me before I’d seen him and merely stuck out his hand to me. I eagerly grabbed the potato fritter he brandished and we began the two minute walk to the pub. Neither of us said a word until we got the door and he handed me his cigarette to finish while he ordered the drinks.
“Usual?” He almost grunted.
“Of course dear!”
I grinned at his grimace; he hated me calling him dear in public. On the phone and sporadically when he was drunk, he had admitted it was quite endearing and he enjoyed the sentiment behind it. He scowled at me with a glint in his hazel eyes and entered the pub out of the cold.
Blowing the smoke out of my mouth slowly, I began to think about which parts were smoke and which parts were just my breath hitting the frosty air. I entered the pub to find a small jewellery box on the centre of a small round table. He had the good sense to remove the beer mats.

I couldn't find much to nitpick about here but I tried. Sorry it isn't much of a critique

The phone beeped in my ear to say we had been on the phone for an hour.

Repitition of phone. Perhaps say "we'd been talking for an hour" instead of phone again? I dunno lols

I entered the pub

I thought they were already in the pub.

And that's all I picked up on. Other then that good! lol

Exuse my pathetic critique

happy-go-lucky

Smoking in pubs? You having a laugh? They were the good old days! haha

Ah yes, the smoking ban! Forgot about that

olivia1987uk wrote: Comments in red
I bit down on my lip and turned over in bed with my mobile pressed firmly to my left ear. Yet again I was smiling ear to ear, as I always was when Jon was involved. My giggles started as I listened to him shouting at the football he was watching on television. He was watching a football on TV? I think you're missing a word here. Game, player, something like that. It amused me at how seriously he took it. The phone beeped in my ear to say we had been on the phone for an hour. It shocked both of us when we discussed the length of our conversation. We were meant to be meeting in thirty minutes.
Twenty minutes later, I shoved [s]a[/s] lip gloss and a lighter into the side pocket of my handbag and ran out of the door to my room. The corridor wound to the right, and I waved at Joe and Louise sitting in the communal kitchen. My student flatmates had an obsession with eating cereal in the evening. They thought it was normal! My phone vibrated in the pocket of my jeans and the message envelope flashed in the top right hand corner of the screen. I flipped the phone open as I slid into the taxi a little less than gracefully and told the driver where to take me.

Need any fags?

The message was typical Jon. Uninformative yet straight to the point. Curt, yet it was caring. He had to care to ask if I wanted any cigarettes; didn’t he?
I arrived shortly after replying to the text message with a brusque “No” but it was followed with a few [s]“x”’s[/s] 'X's for good measure. He spotted me before I’d seen him and merely stuck out his hand to me. I eagerly grabbed the potato fritter he brandished and we began the two minute walk to the pub. Neither of us said a word until we got the door and he handed me his cigarette to finish while he ordered the drinks.
“Usual?” He almost grunted.
“Of course dear!”
I grinned at his grimace; he hated me calling him dear in public. On the phone and sporadically when he was drunk, he had admitted it was quite endearing and he enjoyed the sentiment behind it. He scowled at me with a glint in his hazel eyes and entered the pub out of the cold.
Blowing the smoke out of my mouth slowly, I began to think about which parts were smoke and which parts were just my breath hitting the frosty air. I entered the pub to find a small [s]jewellery[/s] jewelerybox on the [s]centre[/s] center of a small round table. He had the good sense to remove the beer mats.

Okay, with the line by line out of the way, let's see.

I'm not sure I can really see where this piece is going, and I can't tell if you know. Of course, this is just a small piece from the beginning, so that's not much of a problem, but at the same time you might want to make sure you have a decent idea of where you want it to go while you're writing, or you just end up blabbing.

Your ending confused me. Our narrator finds a jewelry box in the center of a table, then someone removed beer mats. I don't get the correlation, or even know who "he" is. You should clear that up.

This is, like I said, a very short piece, so I really can't say much for your overall writing style. In this piece it seems okay, but I can't be sure. If you want more on this subject, you'll have to notify me if and when you post more.

And that brings up, do you plan on posting more? Some people would just leave it like this. I personally think you should expand, but then I've never much liked flash fiction. At this point the story doesn't really seem to have a point.

Feel free to post again if you update, or PM me if you have any questions.

I'm afraid I have to ignore everything in your review...there isn't a word missing in the line you pointed out and the spelling errors you corrected are the English spelling and therefore not incorrect...