OC x OC (Jojo x Amelia)
Requested by BigWritingWorld
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She didn't like his jokes, that other girl said his fur looked weird (white looks just fine!), and Lisette said she just wasn't interested in a boyfriend. And then she hooked up with Hunter five days later, so. So it was pretty evident that Jojo simply was terrible with girls, and that was it. He'd smile, crack a joke, and ask the girl out – and then the first date ended in disaster, always, of course, obviously, and he was right back to square one…
He wasn't really expecting anything to change, either. Figures he would get rejected this time too, he supposes, while miserably putting his bouquet into a vase on his windowsill. Grace had been allergic to flowers, of course, because Jojo is one unlucky guy, that's him alright… Maybe that's enough moping for tonight. Yeah. He'd just eat these chocolates himself and play some video-games, on his own, and then go to sleep, all alone in the house…
…Perhaps a little more self-pity was justified.
It was a clear night, and the sky was dotted with stars. Jojo looked out the window as he walked past, going to the kitchen with some dishes, and came to a stop. Thin streaks of light were crossing the sky; shooting stars. He just felt strangely wistful tonight… so he looked at the falling stars, closed his eyes, and made a wish. (A perfect girlfriend. Or actually just a girlfriend. Please.)
-Ten seconds later, and oh how silly he felt.
There is no way this is going to work.
He went to bed, and lay awake for half an hour, convincing himself it couldn't possibly work.
Blurry shapes and distorted shouts danced around his brain, Jojo hanging just on the edge of wakefulness - and then something jabbed him in the ribs, hard, and he shot up, dreams fading rapidly. He rubbed his eyes, and reached forward- and then there was a high-pitched eeek, and he was promptly kicked off of the bed. He hit his head on a chair, and lay groaning on the floor for about three seconds.
And then the panic of wait what who's in my bed kicked in, and quickly scrambled to his feet, staring at the bed. There sat a girl. She… first of all: what was she doing here? How did she even get inside the house? –Second: she was pretty. Third: she looked just as creeped out as Jojo felt.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" She says, blushing, and Jojo notes that she's a cat. Not like that has anything to do with anything-
"No problem," Jojo replies distractedly. "But why are you in my house? Why-?" …and then it hits him. Except that the solution quite frankly is ridiculous, and there is no way that wishing on a star actually works. There has to be another explanation, like… like…
"I don't know," the cat replies, and it takes Jojo a moment to remember he asked a question.
"Ah, well, I think I just figured it out."
Silence.
"Okay. That's… nice. I think I'll just leave…?" the girl tried awkwardly, and scrambled off the bed.
"Yeah?" Or wait, no? "What's your name?"
"Amelia?" she sounds hesitant. "I'm Amelia, and you're…?"
"Jojo."
She nods. They stare at each other some more, and then Jojo says, "Actually, let's have breakfast."
"Sounds good to me."
Jojo made eggs, and Amelia made toast. He told her a funny story of the time he and his friend got stuck in the same tree for two hours, and she kept staring into space. They cleared the table. "So do you like video-games?" Jojo asked, hoping-
"Who doesn't like video-games?" Amelia answered earnestly.
She stuck around for a bit. They played video-games – and when you get into that competitive mood, then you're stuck. First they faced off in racing games, then in fighting games, proceeding to party games – and then they just took an adventure game and helped each other in multiplayer. They both cheered at clearing a stage, and Amelia seemed to always know what he was about to do, making their teamwork smooth and easy. And fun.
-They completely lost track of time.
So, obviously Jojo offered, "I can sleep on my couch if you want to stay over?"
She agreed.
Amelia… couldn't really believe this situation. Gods. It was incredibly uncomfortable to be warped into some guy's room— anyway. He wasn't… that bad. Circumstances aside, and he was one of the most interesting guys she had met. (That sword laying next to his bed though? Yikes.) Unusual fur colour? It suited him…
She was daydreaming again, wasn't she?
…Why had she even agreed to stay here for a night? She should be going home… Chaos, she didn't even know where she was. What if his house was in another country? How would she even buy the plane tickets? Or find the airport?! –she snuck into the kitchen to have a look at the pile of newspapers she had seen earlier, because her fears just wouldn't leave her alone. After a quick scan of the paper, she could let out a sigh of relief. Yup, still in her hometown.
She tip-toed back to his room, gaze lingering on photos and strange objects. Like that sword, for example. It almost seemed to glow in the darkness, and she almost wanted to touch the blade. Probably a bad idea, so she avoided it and went back to bed. Laying there, everything felt so strange and heavy and faraway… Foreign house, foreign bed. Curling up and staring at the ceiling, some part of her wished that Jojo was beside her…
When Jojo awoke, he immediately felt a wonderful smell from the kitchen. For a moment, he just wondered sleepily what is was that smelt so good – and wait, that has to be breakfast – and he was up on his feet, stumbling into the kitchen. Amelia looked very homely and sweet, standing at the stove and making pancakes. Pancakes. This, was just perfect.
And then she just said, offhandedly: "I really should get back home today."
Jojo choked on his breakfast. "You're leaving?" he croaked. Wait. There's nothing strange about that – it was just that he didn't want Amelia to go. That she could just walk out of his life after two days…
"I'll bring some vide-games," she said. And smiled – and he could say so many things about that smile. He could say a lot of things about Amelia, period. Her mere presence was like a shining star in his rather dull life, and her spirit brightened the whole house. Nothing felt quite as empty anymore.
Jojo, he scolded himself, stop singing her praises. She… it hurt to admit, but she would probably leave him like all the other girls. That's a strange thing – he's got lots of friends, but a girlfriend? What is the problem with him? What is it that they all-
Ugh.
He cleared the table, threw shut the cupboards and went to wait in the living room.
Amelia had so many messages from her friends… so she ignored ever one except her best friends, to which she sent: don't worry! I'm fine! Just taking a holiday :D
…It was technically true. She quickly forgot about that though, picked up some games, and donned a coat, heading back the way she came. Jojo's place was within walking distance, and in no time she was knocking on the door. When Jojo opened, his smile was so bright and surprising – like flicking on a light. He helped her with her bags, and – and maybe boys weren't so bad? Or was it just Jojo?
Days piled up to a week, which piled up to a month, and Jojo found himself calling Amelia one evening, sitting in his room and staring at his sword with an old melancholy eating away at him. He fingered the blade, thinking that she might be busy- but she picked up her phone a few seconds later.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Amelia." Maybe he should try a nickname? Ame? Lia? …Maybe not. "What are you doing?"
"I'm…" she paused. "I can't remember what I was doing," she mumbled. She quickly leapt at a new topic; "So what are you doing?"
"…Thinking."
Sad things or silly stuff? "About nicknames."
"Hmm?"
"Do you have a nickname?"
"Not really?"
And what sort of crazy, mad courage made him say this: "How about sweet-heart?" –he could have slapped himself with that pair of dirty socks beside the bed.
"Uh?" Amelia squeaked. "I mean – yeah? Maybe? …Sure."
"Alright." He stared out the window, face aflame and fears forgotten. "Goodnight then, sweet-heart."
"Goodnight," she giggled. Oh gods. "See you later."
He nodded at his phone. And then he turned it off, and lay on his bed for a while so that he'd stop feeling light and fluttery and weird.
…Maybe his wish came true after all, Jojo thought. And then he caught himself smiling dreamily, so. So yeah, maybe he sort of had an amazing girlfriend now?
