Definitely not Kansas (backdated to Monday)
The first thing he notices when he wakes up, is that everything is perfectly clear. Nothing is at all hazy and yet, he can't feel his glasses on his face. The second thing he notices is that he's in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room and there's some one asleep next to him.
He has work today, there's no way he got drunk enough the night before to warrant a sleepover, and that's the only possible explanation for one, because spending the night is not something he does. Luckily the guy's asleep, so Jonathan doesn't have to figure out what to say to him or anything.
But when his feet hit the floor, it's obvious something else is wrong, because his legs aren't the right length. He can't find his clothes or his glasses (though he doesn't really need them, because everything is clear and that's really begginging to weird him out. He really has to use the restroom, so he quietly makes his way towards what looks like the bathroom.
He opens the door and runs straight into a short, black haired boy.
Okay, maybe he runs into a mirror and the mirror shows a black haired boy where Jonathan should be but when he touches his face the boy in mirror touches his own face so he's almost certain he isn't imaginging it.
What the fucking fuck? Clothes. He needs some clothes. And shoes, and some clue as to where he is. And possibly cab/bus/subway fare to get home. Shit... if he's here, in this weird body... where's his own body?
The clothes and shoes are easy to figure out, his own body being much smaller than that of whoever is asleep in bed. There's enough loose change on the dresser for the subway so that's what he's going to go with. He needs to get to his house.
He has work today, there's no way he got drunk enough the night before to warrant a sleepover, and that's the only possible explanation for one, because spending the night is not something he does. Luckily the guy's asleep, so Jonathan doesn't have to figure out what to say to him or anything.
But when his feet hit the floor, it's obvious something else is wrong, because his legs aren't the right length. He can't find his clothes or his glasses (though he doesn't really need them, because everything is clear and that's really begginging to weird him out. He really has to use the restroom, so he quietly makes his way towards what looks like the bathroom.
He opens the door and runs straight into a short, black haired boy.
Okay, maybe he runs into a mirror and the mirror shows a black haired boy where Jonathan should be but when he touches his face the boy in mirror touches his own face so he's almost certain he isn't imaginging it.
What the fucking fuck? Clothes. He needs some clothes. And shoes, and some clue as to where he is. And possibly cab/bus/subway fare to get home. Shit... if he's here, in this weird body... where's his own body?
The clothes and shoes are easy to figure out, his own body being much smaller than that of whoever is asleep in bed. There's enough loose change on the dresser for the subway so that's what he's going to go with. He needs to get to his house.