Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

Denim on Denim

The Paris institute had changed so much since the last time I was here. They always change their interior design once every year, but this year it as gone down hill. I don't know whose idea it was but curtains made out of jeans is a little too much. And the carpet looked as if an unicorn threw up on it. All I can think about is how Magnus would not approve of all this clashing. And the people looked worse, there was a girl in BOOTCUT JEANS, I thought everyone wore skinny nowadays. She was also wearing a pink hoodie which carefully only exposed her lower abdomen. And there was another guy wearing a jean jacket with jeans, and if that was not enough he had a cowboy hat on. Isn't Paris suppose to be the city of fashion, but who knows maybe the 2000s are coming back in style just like the 90s. Who am I kidding they were the worst years for everybody.

"So what exactly did Magnus want you to get?" I asked Oliver, who was just as confused about Paris as I was

"He really didn't specify, he just told me to find an tall man was always looks angry and has a pointy nose, and ask him for Ragnor's secret stash. It must be very important since he is keeping it a mystery" Oliver explained

"Tall angry man, huh? Sounds awfully a lot like Raymond, he is the head of the institute and he hates everything. He certainly doesn't like me after I spilled a cup of steaming hot tea down his pants, obviously by accident...well kind of"

"He does not sound too pleasing"

"That's because he is not, well I wish you good luck with him"

"You're not coming?"

"No, I do not wish for him to ruin my morning. Besides I have to find Mabelle and have a few words"

"Something tells me you do not like her very much"

"Oh what gave it away?"

"The eye twitchy thing you did when you said her name, what did she exactly do?"

"Year ago she came to the institute with Raymond, who by the way she has a major crush on, and Jace volunteered me for showing her around New York since it was her first time there. I took her to Taki's because you just have to try the best fries in the whole country. After tasting one fry, she says, 'ehhh I have had better' WHAT! You can never do better than Taki's. She made a fool of me"

"Aren't you over reacting?"

"Maybe, but I take my fries seriously, and I hate her, so if you excuse me I have to find her" I pulled a tiny take out box from under my shirt

"Are those fries From Taki's? Did you have that under your shirt this whole time?"

"I am going to stuff it in her snotty little her face until she admits that they are the best fries she has ever had!"

"I think your going overboard with this"

"Nonsense Oliver! But I really must find her, see ya" with that I left him alone to navigate his way to Raymond Barf-head.

I climbed up the stairs and saw a boy about my age, he was wearing a white shirt and a black hoodie which blended with his hair, which were a little darker than mine.

"Bonjour, savez-vous où Mabelle est?" I said as I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around and brushed is black hair out of his eyes

"You must be from America?" He said

"Yeah, I am. How'd you know?" I smiled

"Your accent is horrible"

"Oh" my smile vanished

"I am Sebastian" he offered his hand to me. My heart stopped and I stiffened up with the sound of that name.

"Is Sebastian a popular name here in France?"