Like you.

After the meal Jojo proposed to do something we could do without involucrate music, so he took some sheets and two pencils and so now, we were drawing, he tracing some kind of scraps and me drawing him.

In every trace of mine, his concentration look, his bangs hanging down, his right hand working furiously, were captured, all my attention was on him. But suddenly, a heart beat hit my chest and made me bend, just as in the observatory last night.

-Jojo…- I could hear me say. He turned and before I could fell to the floor because of another heart beat, he caught me and took me to bed.

Then some kind of smaller beats started running all along my body: through my head, through my arms, through my waist and hips, through my legs… Jojo's concern look made me knew that this was not as the last time.

I curled up into a ball trying to ease the pain and saw Jojo running out from the room, calling her mother to come, but again, as all these things happened, unconsciousness came down on me.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

-She's waking up- a little voice said.

-Mummy, is she ok? - said another one.

-Of course she's ok, Lydia, she just needs to rest-, said Sally in a sweet tone. So everything was over? How long have I been unconscious?

-What…- I started.

-Oh Jean, are you all right? - Sally asked me as she saw I've opened my eyes.

-Yes, I think so- I said straightening myself; Jojo who was next to his mother, asked me with a look the same. –Really, I feel no more beats.

-For God's sake, Jean! I thought you were almost like last night! - said Mary.

-Like last… Jojo, what is your sister talking about? - Sally asked him frowning. Jojo could do nothing more than give an annoyance glare to Mary, who simply said "Whoops!"

-We'll talk about this later, Mr., when your father is here. Now Jean…-

-Mom, her fur is just like Mary's fur! - exclaimed one of the middle aged s who surrounded my bed. The rest started leaving.

At her words I asked softly "What the…?" and I took a look to my arms.

-Wow…- I said.

At least half arm was covered with black and pink striped fur, my chest was covered with purple fur as if it was a top and my hips and part of my waist were covered too. Also my legs were stripped fur covered and they were shorter than they were before. My waist was now a bit longer and my hips were a little wider.

-I'm…- I ran to the mirror and looked at me –OH MY GOD, I'M A WHO!-.

I could hear Sally's sweet laugh as she walked and stepped behind me, Jojo following her. –Oh dear, you are such a pretty who , even if your fur is not long enough yet-.

-Oh Sally, can I still wearing clothes? I don't want to go out like this…And what happened with the clothes I was wearing? - I asked untying my hair and covering (or trying to) my furless waist.

-Jojo had to rip them; they were getting attached to your skin. The proof is that you keep the same colours of them in your fur, so I think that you will need them. And don't worry dear, he haven't seen anything-, said Sally and chuckled slightly. –Oh, I'm going to the Who-mall, do you guys want to come? - asked.

-Ýeah, why not? Are you coming Jojo? - I asked him. He looked a bit ashamed but he merely nodded.

-Ok, so let's go and look for some other clothes for her and we'll go there-.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

Sally, Jojo and Jean were now at the Who-mall. The mother pushed the cart through the corridors and the two teenagers caught all that she said.

-Well, let's see, two hundred milk litres, eighteen meat kilos, ten eggs dozens, two hundred orange juice litres, fifty pasta packs and fifty cereal boxes. Yeah, that must be enough for two days or three- said Sally.

"I think we will need more than one cart" thought Jean.

-Jojo, go and look for the milk please, Jean and me will be here taking the cereal boxes-.

Jojo frowned as he made his way to look for the milk.

-Thank you sweetie! - said Sally to his son in a louder tone. Jojo motioned with lack of interest and kept walking without looking back or answering. Sally soon seemed ashamed: -What have I said this time? - She asked in a low tone.

Jean caught her sad expression and answered: -Maybe he thinks that he's a bit mature to be called "sweetie" in public-. Sally smiled slightly as she took out two boxes of cereals and put it in the cart.

-Thanks Jean, but I think there's something more-.

.-What do you mean with something more?-, Jean asked.

-Well, he's now a teenager, and I know I must understand that he maybe has problems of his own age, but it is difficult trying to help him if he doesn't speak, not even to me-, Sally explained.

-And do you have idea of why he doesn't speak?-.

-Well, I know that he doesn't really want to follow in his father footsteps; I got it since Ned started talking to him about it, at the age of eleven. Jojo has always loved music, it's like his passion. You know? When he was a little boy he loved music too, he preferred the toys that made sounds and when I was in the kitchen, he used to ask me if he could use some of the pans or spoons and started playing sounds- she said as he chuckled slightly, remembering, with a sweet look in her eyes.

-So why if he has always loved music Ned is so pushy with that mayor thing? Isn't it obvious that Jojo wants to follow another way? -

-Yes it is, and more since the speck thing happened and Jojo had to use his invention; but Ned stills thinking that this music stuff is more like a hobby for Jojo, and how he never speaks, Ned thinks that this is what his son wants-

Just then Jojo was returning pushing a cart full of milk, but they didn't seem to notice and continued their talk.

-But Ned is hurting him, and if he finds out Jojo's desires he will be hurt too! Sally, why haven't you talked to him about it? - Jean asked now in a frustration tone, putting some more cereal boxes in the cart.

Jojo stopped and put attention. "They are talking about me" He thought.

-I've told him many times that he must listen to his son, that he must share Jojo's likings and I've even suggested him to think that maybe Jojo doesn't want to be mayor, but …-Sally's voice now was a little bit ripped and her eyes humid.

"Poor Sally, I didn't expected her to feel this way" Thought Jean.

-And, the most that hurts me it's that Jojo have lost all contact with any body, he's all alone, and he doesn't even talk to me. I thank very much that he found you because now he seems to have some one, but I still wishing that his mother was like a friend and not a stranger-. Sally then couldn't continue keeping the tears, not even her smile.

Jojo behind his cart couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even felt guilty for spying on her mother feelings and for making her to feel that way. Just then he went where his mother was and hugged her.

-Jojo! But, where…What did you hear? - Sally asked nervously.

-I didn't need to hear more. I'm sorry mum- answered a once more blushed Jojo.

Jean simply watched the scene. "Yes, this is what it meant to be", she thought and smiled.

-Oh sweet… I mean son…-

-You can call me how ever you want-, Jojo interrupted her.

-I love you Jojo, never forget it. And no matter what you want to be, you will always be my son- Sally said as she kissed him in his forehead and looked him in the eyes.

-I love you too mum, even if I don't use words to express it- he said as he hugged Sally stronger.

Wow, a lot of food! Ok Jojo fans, I know you must be thinking "Hey, Jojo is not that bad!" but it's my work making him more real. So c'mon, we all know that he is a lovely who and he will be lovely always! Now Jean is a who too (or almost :b) so what do you think? Was it too fast? Next chappie will have a new OC. Vampire, you were an inspiration for this chappie; thanks brother, for everything! Thanks also to A.U., my dear Opelia and Trollypop. Stay tuned and R&R!