Tales of Squirty Pants And Water Boy (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

I Don't Have A Crush On Him

It was a nice house. It was a huge house. It had many rooms with a balcony, a balcony with a perfect view, a view that was not Rona's house. It had a huge backyard with a pool. And when the sun was setting, it would set behind it making the huge white house the focus. Rona never knew what it was that Valentine did, but he must have been important if he could afford something like this in New York.

She still hasn't seen anybody else. Jonathan said they are here, but he rather not ruin his evening by talking to his mother. To be honest, she isn't that excited to meet them either. They would take one look at her and know they are faking being in a relationship. To her it was evident that no one would think Jonathan and her would make an ideal couple. They would look just very awkward together.

Right now, Jonathan was showing her around the mansion. It wouldn't matter, she would still get lost. This house was like a maze with endless hallways that all looked the same. With endless bedrooms, that all looked the same. With white walls and red satin covers on the beds. There was a lot of space that she needs to get use to.

"I think someone got murderer in this room. See, there is some blood on the carpet" Jonathan said as he pointed to a few red dots. To everyone's surprise it was not blood but probably just red paint.

"Can you show me something more exciting?" Rona's tone was bored and monotonous.

"There is nothing more exciting than murder!" He huffed. "But there is this other exciting thing"

He walked them down through another hallway, which looked the same as others. They entered a huge bathroom. The kind of bathroom that the girl in the movies usually takes baths in when she is stressed.

"When you flush the toilet in this bathroom, in the bathroom across, the shower gives off cold water" he went on, "I am only telling you this because, when Clary is in the shower and I am not able to do it, I expect you to"

"When I said exciting I meant my room" she was tried of carrying her bags up and down the hallways, and Jonathan wasn't any help either.

"You and I, have every contrasting views on 'exciting'"

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"Your room, Miss Rona Titiz Blackwright" he slightly curved his lips as he said her name.

"Are you ever going to let that go?"

"Never" he shook his head.

She entered the room, the same as the rest, white walls with red satin covers on the bed. The advantages to this room didn't outrage the rest. It had the same beautiful view, the same amount of space, and everything was placed in practically the same direction. It looked like a hotel room. She dropped her bags on the bed and slowly spun around to examine the whole room. It was quite beautiful.

She stopped as she caught a glimpse of Jonathan, who was leaning against the door frame. As if he had removed 'standing up straight' from his lifestyle. The white walls provided a stark contrast against his dark outfit. Though, the white walls revealed some color in his skin. As she looked back, Rona has never seen Jonathan in anything except dark colors. Lily-white interior with a dark shell, he lived to be a paradox. There was crimson in his lips and crimson in his cheeks when he blushed. But people often misunderstand his pitch black eyes. They associate black with evil, scary, or depressing. They don't understand black at all. Black is the essence of power, it fits into almost any design. It makes the other colors stand out even more. Just remember, white cannot be seen without black.