Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

Speaking of Muck

Few days turned into weeks and weeks into months. It's winter now in Paris, I wish I could say my French has improved but I have not even stepped out this miserable apartment yet. I tried and believe me I tried, ever since I found out that this is the infamous traveling through dimensions apartment. I told Oliver that maybe it could be our way out of the past, that maybe it could transport us into the future. And he told me I was crazy because the apartment could only travel the dimensions in the present time and not the future. I told him what's the harm in trying and he said that if I figure out a way to control it he will give my idea a try. If only I knew it is completely impossible to figure out how this thing even worked. For months I have been going around tapping random objects hoping it was a key, like they have in the movies. It's been months and I still haven't figured out how to get out of the past. Now it's been months and I am bored out of my mind so all I could do is play music on a Stereo–the ones that still use cassettes, who even owns those anymore? I heard a big bang and with screech the Stereo spat out the tape and split in half.

"What the hell!" I screamed

"I told you about five times to turn down the music!" Jonathan yelled

"I didn't hear you"

"Correction, you couldn't hear me because the music was too loud"

"So what if the music was too loud! I am a teenager I am suppose to play the music a little too loud and let loose. Do you ever let loose? No! you're busy caching in your room doing weird stuff"

"Weird stuff? I am researching"

"About what exactly?"

"That's none of your business" he stiffened

"'That's none of your business' that's all you ever say! You're just like that damn Stereo! You think I like listening to that stupid Stereo that only plays stupid songs from the stupid 80s! I have to listen to them because the stupid cassette tape is stuck in there"

"Not anymore I took it out"

"No you broke the Stereo! And the cassette. Now what am I going to do with it, floss?"

"Why not! You need to start cleaning up around the place, why not start with yourself"

"This place is clean enough. We don't need it to look like a murderer cleaned it up after killing someone, like how your room looks"

"My room is neat–"

"A little too neat. Are you sure you never dragged anyone here in your sleep and killed them?"

"Who could sleep through your terrifying screams! If I hear those one more time you will be the person I kill at night"

"I have nightmares, you jerk!" There was powerful knock on the door, "I'll get it, just like I get everything thing in this house"

"It's your house, you should be doing everything anyway!" I said as he stomped out of the room. I heard the click of the door opening and then I heard muffled voices. I heard something about a squeaking duck or a freaking truck, knowing Jonathan it could've been any of those. After a few seconds, Oliver and Jonathan walked in.

"You know the rules, right?" Jonathan asked

"Yes, Ursula we do" I rolled my eyes

"Oh please! Everyone knows I am the Evil Queen" he smirked

"Come on Cabi, lets go to my room" I said to Oliver, who looked confused and then looked behind him.

"Oh! Me! Yes I am Cabi Net, the only Cabi Net. Who else could it be" Oliver nervously smiled.