Hey readers again!

I know that that was going to be a one-shot, but I just had to write about our cute little Jonathan telling Jeffrey his version of the story.

I'm so excited to write this!

"Jonathan, never do that again. Didn't I tell you to behave yourself?"

Mom is sounding hysterical, like those crazy criminals who get dragged away from court.

I have been dragged away from places, but I was wronged. I did it to save an innocent man, and I succeeded.

I should be getting the Nobel prize for this, not a severe case of grounding.

The Nobel prize is for lawyers, right?

Something like that.

"I believe you exact words were 'I am begging you, behave.' Begging someone is not the same thing as telling, wouldn't you agree?" I ask her.

Winning your first case is a great confidence boost, I tell you.

Just great.

Mom sighs again, and says, "You know what I meant, Jonathan!" in an angry voice, but I remain unfazed.

"Please, Mom, call me Jon. You know that's how I prefer it," I give out my own sad sigh.

Anyone need some guilt?

Good, because I've got plently to dish out.

Sure enough, her face softens.

"Do you know how scared I was? I thought- I thought-" her lips quiver; she is about to cry.

And this is the perfect time for escape.

"I'm so so so sorry, Mommy," I hug her legs, "Can I go over to Jeffrey's house? You look like you need a nap."

"Sure, dear. I am a bit tired..." Mom breaks off with a yawn, walking off to her bedroom to sleep.

This is the time to leave, when she's too tired and slow to do anything.

Perfect timing.

I snatch my jacket off the towering coat hanger and slip on my Spiderman shoes.

They help you run faster, you know, because they glow in the dark.

At least, that's what Jeffrey told me.

I still need to talk to him about how he told me that Strigoi have horns.

He lied about that.

How am I supposed to have a serious friendship if it's based off of lies?

I am considering getting a new best friend- Rose Hathaway.

I bet she would never lie to me.

I hurry down the street to Jeffrey's little house and walk around to the side, knocking on his window.

Jeffrey looks out and sees me, so he opens his window.

I easily slip through and land on his bed.

"You will not guess what I did yesterday!" I announce excitedly.

How about that for a conversation-starter?

"What?" he asks, equally pumped up.

"I won my first case in court!" I say proudly, puffing out my chest a little.

"Woah! Really? Tell me everything!"

And so I do, I tell him everything that happened in the truest manner:

"So I'm walking with my mom and she's all, 'Now, Jonathan, behave,' and I'm like, 'I know, I know,' and then I felt a feeling creeping up on me, so I ran into this big crowd of tall, scary, tough guys and I saw him!" I start my story with all the grandeur in the world.

"Who's him?" asks Jeffrey.

Of course, not everyone is as up to date in politics as I am.

I bet Rose Hathaway is.

She has the perfect qualities for a best friend: kindness, self-control, selflessness...

I think I might be falling in love with that girl!

"Dimitri Taco-Bell, of course! He used to be a Strigoi, but he turned into a dhampir again! Isn't that cool?" I ask.

"What was the case?"

"I was trying to prove that he wasn't a Strigoi anymore."

I narrow my eyes slightly as I continue, "And guess what they said? They said that Strigoi don't have horns! Did you lie to me, Jeffrey?" I demand.

He bursts into tears, saying, "I'm so so so sorry Jon! I was just joking around and then you believed me...Will you forgive my horribleness?" he pleads, getting on his knees and folding his hands wistfully, like he's praying.

But I don't fall for it.

I say, "How do I know that you won't lie to me again? What if everyone on Earth dies and you tell me it's not true? What will I do then?" I ask coldly.

"I won't Jon! Please forgive me!" he begs.

I smile, giving up the anger charade.

"Of course, Jeffrey. Hug?" I hold out my arms expectantly.

"Hug," he agrees.

When we're done hugging, it's right back to business.

"So what happened after you ran in?" asks Jeffrey.

"Dimitri was sitting next to the magical, spirit girl-"

"Lissa Dragomir!" he interrupts me.

At least he knows something.

"Yes! Three Moroi were interrogating them, with flashlights and everything! So then Rose-"

"ROSE HATHAWAY? She's my hero! My idol! I worship the ground she walks on!" yells Jeffrey.

"Hey," I say sharply, "I've already called her as my assistant when I'm a lawyer!"

"Yeah, well I call her as my new best friend!" he retorts.

I smirk, saying, "I already did. I call her as everything, including my guardian!"

Jeffrey gasps, "Oh. My. Goodness! You wouldn't, you-you- you not-my-best-friend!"

Oh no he didn't!

"Take that back!" I yell.

"No way! Not until you take yours back!" he says.

"Fat chance," I mutter.

Just then, Jeffrey's dad bursts through the door, slamming it against the wall.

This looks bad.

He yells at us, "What the hell is going on here?"

Oh. My. God.

He just said the h word!

Jeffrey, the backstabbing meanie that he is, says, "Jonathan's trying to hurt me!"

His dad picks me up, carries me outside and slams me-like he did to the door- against the brick wall of his house, holding me there.

"Don't come here again or I'll beat the living shit out of you!" he whispers, his face red with anger.

He swore again!

"Didn't you get the message last time?" he demands, and he waits for an answer.

This is the kind of question you need to think carefully about before answering, or else you get beat up.

So I say, "Which message? Because I think the only message I got was that you are a bad person who swears and threatens cute little children."

Jeffrey's dad is actually shaking with anger.

He lets go and I fall to the ground, bruising my butt probably.

He glares at me, and I know that I have said the right thing.

I brush the dirt off my pants and walk away, calling, "Wait until my mother hears about this!"

That's when Jeffrey's dad faints.

That is the power of Jonathan Ivashkov, the boy Moroi wonder.