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

Oh Cuffs!

The thing is that when you're really tired and in a very very comfortable bed you simply do not want to get up. The thing is that when you see someone sleeping, someone curled up inside a big silky blanket, someone who gets easily agitated in the morning, DO NOT WAKE THEM UP! This thing Jonathan did not understand.

"Rona!" He barged in her room. The only sound he heard was her grumbling under the mountain of pillows and blanket she was buried in.

"Wake up!" He pushed her and she rolled out of her burrito-ed blanket and onto the floor.

"What!" She hissed as she got up from the hard floor. Her eyebrows creasing together, her eyes a little too cold. The dark makeup from the day before smeared all over her face. Looks like Frankenstein came back to life. "What!"

From the looks of it Jonathan wasn't dressed himself. He was still in his dark grey sweatpants that is loose around the waist but hugged his ankles. He was also wearing a mustard color muscle tee that weirdly worked well with his skin tone. The gaping holes on the side of the muscle tee gave a teasing view of his chest, not that Rona was looking. And who can forget how perfectly his tussled hair rested when he first wakes up.

"Look what I found" he held up two metal bracelets attached to one another. Yes the one criminals wear.

"Handcuffs?" She continued, "I always knew you had kinky tendencies"

"They are not mine" he said dangling the handcuffs in front of her, as if he was going to hypnotize her or something. "Don't you wanna know where I found them?"

She didn't understand why these handcuffs were so important that he had to wake her up in the morning. "Just spit it out already!"

"I was in Luke and Jocelyn's room seeing if some of my father's stuff is still here, it wasn't" he gave a sad expression but within a second he was smirking again. "But I found this"

"What!" She felt her mind explode. If Jocelyn and Luke found out that they stole their handcuffs they will kick them out. She didn't want to be kicked out, she liked living here a little too much. "Put them back. Put them back!"

"Who knew Jocelyn was living it up in bed" Jonathan said, playing around with the handcuffs.

"Jonathan! Put them back!" Rona yelled again because it seemed like Jonathan didn't hear her the first time. "Please, put them back"

"Just think about how much I can get away with because of the dirt I have gathered on her" he smirked thinking about all the chaos he was going to cause.

"Put them back! Put them back! Put them back!" She felt her hand jolt and suddenly she was standing within a very close proximity of Jonathan. He was looking into her eyes and she felt her heart hammer against her chest. "Fine! But if we get caught I am blaming you"

"Rona" he had softly, then she heard a small click. "You are under arrest for being to uptight" he closed the other cuff around his wrist so that now they were attached together.

"Funny!" She said in a way that it seemed she was not amused. "Now, take them off"

"You just—" he tried pulling and shaking his own hand out of the cuff, he hoped that they were those fake ones. "You just—" now he was pulling and shaking vigorously still hoping that they were those fake ones.

"You just what!" Rona was getting impatient. She didn't appreciate being handcuffed to Jonathan, or handcuffed at all.

"I thought they were those fake ones that open on their own...turns out they aren't"