Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

Chocolate Milk Drinking Psychopaths

It felt like ages since I had enjoyed a hot shower. I know it's only been a week since I have been here but to me it seemed like forever. Even at the Institute it was always impossible to get hot water all to your self. A fun fact about me is that always sleep in (it's not really fun except for me, I like sleeping). But no matter how much I sleep my dark circles refuse to leave. So, me not wanting to wake up till the afternoon plus Jace and Izzy's preference of taking hour long showers, equals leaving me cold water to shower with. There was something about boiling water almost melting your flesh off that makes you relaxed. I could just feel the blood and grime washing washing away from my body. The only reason Jonathan didn't send me back to basement is because before leaving Oliver dropped the mega news about me being allergic to metal, especially the ones that restrain my wrist. He didn't believe it at first but then Oliver said that if I get a rash he would have to come every other day, rather than once a week. Of course Jonathan didn't want to die of annoyance. I have been in the shower for about an hour or two. I've noticed that it helps me think and clear my mind. No wonder Izzy and Jace are fond of long hot showers. I finally came out of the shower and shivered as the cold air hit me. I noticed few outfits laid out on the bed. There was a little green dress, a black top with a mini skirt, and lastly a white pantsuit. What were these clothes? Nothing was ripped or had intentional holes in them. Nothing was loose or had bands printed on them. You could never rock converse with these clothes. Everything looked so uncomfortable. I had no other choice, I had no other clothes. I pulled the green dress over my head but it would not go passed my thighs. It was tight around my curves, now they could be known as rolls. I couldn't even move my arms, it was exposing everything down there. It was clearly meant for a petite women, not to mention the type of green looked weird on my tan skin. I struggled to pull the dress off, I wouldn't be surprised if it ripped a little. I threw the dress on the ground as I looked in the mirror, my face was red and my hair was all frizzy. I wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the room. There was someone in the kitchen, in fact it was a girl. I was in the shower for an hour how did he even get a girl come over in that time. No, she was wearing one of Jonathan's old sweaters, it was clear that she spent the night. She was as tall as me, her ebony skin was covered in freckles, and she wore her blondish hair in a carefree bun. It was clear that she was mundane, but just not any mundane, a Californian one.

"Hello?" I said

"Bonjour! Tu es Américain?" She said in a bubbly voice. I guess I found someone worse in French than me.

"Oui, et tu es?"

"What?–whatever it doesn't matter because the coffee machine stopped working, tell your boss"

"My boss? Excuse me! Who do you think I am?"

"The maid of course"

"What kind of maid walks around naked?"

"A very comfortable one"

"I am not his maid, I am his prisoner"

"Oh. Well that's cool. I am Mia"

"I am assuming you're on vacation here alone"

"Oh no! I am here with my whole family"

"And they aren't worried that you slept in a strangers apartment?"

"Oh no, I notify them that I am alive every two hours by making a purchase on a credit card. I guess today I will start by buying a new espresso machine"