Golden Strings

Disclaimer: I don't own JJBA. Sorry, I am not that much of a moe-blob to own it.

Summary: GiornoJolyne. Jolyne and friends are in Italy for three months. But when they meet Giorno, things may seem a little too intense for the two "Jojos".

Holy crap! I am shocked. You still seem to astonish me with the comments… I am just honored to know that even though I am still in the beginning of this, you all still send your comments. I want to let you all know that I am, on my notebook, around chapter 7. But I am going to try and submit a new chapter every week. I will try. I won't make any promises on that, though. So, let's get this show on the road!

Ch 2

Hermes, FF, and I were walking in the plaza about a mile away from our hotel. We had maybe ten bags each of us filled with souvenirs. I bought a few dresses for my mother that I knew she would love, some sea turtle and whale figurines for my father for when he ACTUALLY went to his office or lab, some rather nice shits for Romeo (I knew that he didn't deserve something from my trip to Italy, but seeing the shirts reminded me of him), and some post cards for Annasui. The rest of my bags were clothes for me.

Hermes didn't really have much family that she cared for, so she just ended up buying an expensive decorative weapon for my father as a token of appreciation for getting her in the outs and for letting her go to Italy with me. The rest of her bags were things for all three of us.

Foo, on the other hand, seemed to buy every single nice looking bottle she saw. Both Hermes and I shook our heads at our friend's wacky antics. But at least she was willing to spare a water bottle for my father. I don't know if she was doing that because Hermes and I bought something for my father, or if it was because she was finally grasping the concept of gift giving.

But with an entire day of shopping, we were all starving. Foo was thirsty, and that meant that we needed to find a small restaurant. We were going to have to eat something if we didn't want to hear FF groan the rest of the way to the hotel.

After a few minutes of walking around searching for something to eat, we found a small local café. And out of all of the people in the world, he was there. Mr. Giorno was sitting at the little table reading a modest book with a cup of coffee and something to munch on.

"Why the hell are you here?" Hermes barked at the blonde Italian.

"The food is good here and it's my day off." He smiled as he closed his little book.

If Giorno didn't change his hair style, I would have never have guessed who he was. His get up was more like something for the mall. He had on a nice blue blazer with some nice dark blue jeans. His shoes weren't that new, however. They weren't all nice and shinny like the ones he had yesterday. These shoes were more old, but still stylish. They were probably knock-off converse in one of those random styles.

"Why don't you join me for lunch, ladies?" Giorno's charismatic smile was bright.

"Did your boyfriend pick out your clothes today?" Hermes snickered.

I elbowed her on her gut at that comment. I guess she was still a little sore at the sexist joke he pulled on her from the day before.

"So, tell me, what would you like to order?" he ignored Hermes and went on with the conversation.

"Soup and water." FF smiled.

"Fedacini Alfredo." I said.

"The special." Hermes muttered.

Giorno gracefully got up and walked over to order our food. I guess we never realized that even if we did find a place to eat, we would probably not even be able to order our own meal because of the language. I was grateful that we happened to bump into Giorno.

"Hermes, be nice to him." I spat out.

"Jojo, I don't trust him. He's giving me a bad feeling." Hermes whispered harshly.

"That's because he pulled that 'I can't speak English' joke on you."

"Maybe…" Hermes muttered. "But I don't know…" she said the last part more to herself.

Giorno returned to the table and sat with me, since FF and Hermes took the other seats. I could smell Giorno's cologne. It smelled really nice. It was very soft, like flowers, but it wasn't famine at all. I could also smell just a hint of mint. All in all, he really did smell nice. He didn't smell like the other guys that I knew. They either smelled like cologne that was more expensive than I was, or they smelled like the "Attack of the Axe".

"You're meals will be ready shortly." he smiled.

"Thanks." Foo smiled as she hugged one of her bottles.

We were all chatting a bit. Talking about how it was a lovely day, even if it was a little hot. Giorno just brushed it off as a normal day. It seemed much calmer now than earlier. I was happy for that at least. Hermes wasn't trying to piss off Giorno now, even if he appeared to not take note of it. The person that Giorno ordered our food from came over to our table to hand us our meals. We muttered out thanks and began to eat.

Foo, however, was still not into using a spoon and tried to eat her soup with her hands. She cursed every time she would dip her fingers into the hot bowl; scolding her fingers every time. Hermes was going off at Foo for her table manners and tried to help her in her own way. It wasn't long before they became more entertaining than television.

Giorno looked unbelieving at the site of those two. Even I was a little amazed, even though I was used to it. Maybe I was like that right now because we were with a guy we barely even met.

"Hey, you want to blow this joint?" Giorno asked me as he pointed at Hermes and Foo.

I nodded my head once and with that, we left. Both of them never noticed our departure. They were both busy dealing with a spoon to even take notice in us.

"How about I show you around Italy— the real Italy, not just the tourist attractions." Giorno asked me, smiling.

I smiled as I whispered a yes. It would be native to see Italy through the eyes of a native. I wanted to see his Italy more for some reason, though. I didn't know why, but when I was with Giorno, I would have butterflies inside my stomach, flying hap hazardly.

I never noticed the time passing by. I never did realize that the sun had abandoned us and the moon had taken its place. I never did realize that the stars were dancing. I was just having too much fun with Giorno to even realize such ordinary miracles of life that happened all around me.

We were in some park in some small Italian town that I couldn't pronounce to even save my own life. We were together watching other people walking by. I didn't mind this at al. I just felt good being here with Giorno. I didn't mind watching the people. I didn't mind seeing the beautiful flowers closing their petals for their slumber.

It was beautiful here. This place felt magical to me. Maybe it was magical because I was still in a bit of a high of ditching my friends. Maybe it was because I was with Giorno. Maybe it was because of a combination of the two. Hell, it could even be because of this Italian atmosphere.

"Per una bella signora. (I)" Giorno smiled as he handed me a beautiful flower.

"Thank you." I smiled as I took in a deep breath of its perfume.

This flower was as beautiful as this night. And I never wanted it to end. Even if it meant dealing with Hermes going on about how I banged Giorno. Even if I never did do such a thing.

"I wish this night didn't have to end." I whispered after sighing.

"I should take you to your hotel. It's getting dark." Giorno spoke.

"Do you have to?" I asked.

"I'm a gentlemen, I should."

I sighed. I figured he would say something like that. For the entire day, both of us were talking about anything. I found out more about his personality, but that was just about it. He was hiding something from me. But I didn't want to press the matter anymore than I had.

"I kinda don't want to deal with Hermes." I muttered.

"The one with the dreadlocks?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I don't blame you. She has a way with words." He chuckled at the end.

I couldn't help but smile at that. I still couldn't understand why Hermes was so rude to Giorno. He seemed like a very nice and polite man. But with my luck in men, Giorno was probably like the rest. I really hoped he wasn't, though. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted Giorno to be a good guy.

It took us thirty minutes to get back to my hotel. I really wished that today didn't have to end.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked as he took me to the front of the hotel.

"Yeah." I smiled.

And without thinking, I got on my tip-toes and kissed Giorno on the cheek. I was a little embarrassed, and maybe, he was too. And with that, I went inside the hotel. I was ready to deal with Hermes' questions about my day.

And thus ends another chapter. I hope you all will review.

(I)- Per una bella signora.— For a beautiful lady.