Back by popular demand! Ha ha! Anyway, I truthfully only received about three reviews asking me to write more but I figured since I am lucky to even have that many reading my stories, I should please my audience!

A/N: This story is pure fiction. I DO NOT claim to know Jhonen Vasquez at all, this is simply an idea that some friends and I had. Kind of a 'what if' type situation, therefore, this is a 'what if' story.

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Chapter Two

A Chance Meeting

Devi and a now pale faced, wide-eyed Nomi stepped up to the table. Jhonen immediately turned on his kind yet forced smile.

"Hello," he said, uncapping his Sharpie. At this, Nomi nearly died from shock.

"Uh, heh, hi, Mr. Vasquez," stuttered Nomi. "I was wondering if I could, uh, have . . .i mean would you . . . oh what what's it called?"

"Autograph?" suggested Devi as she crossed her arms. Devi thought she heard Jhonen give a slight chuckle.

"Yeah!" said Nomi. Devi looked past Jhonen and saw Raz laughing hysterically at Nomi from behind a display of whips.

"I'd prefer it if you called me by my first name, Jhonen," said Jhonen. Nomi blushed furiously as she handed him her comic. He took it from her and poised his Sharpie over the comic, as if to write. Then suddenly he looked up and said to Nomi, "What's your name?"

Nomi looked confused for a second. "My name? Well, um, let's see -"

"Her name is Naomi," said Devi, watching Jhonen begin to write. "You'll have to excuse my friend here. Being out in public confuses her so we mostly lock her inside the house with padded bats to keep her amused."

This time, Jhonen let out a laugh. "Well, I doubt she could cause much harm." He ended his writing with a flourish and looked back up a Devi. "So, what's your name?"

"I'm Devi," she replied. Jhonen immediately raised an eyebrow at this, and Devi rolled her eyes. "It's just a nickname. My real name is Devon but Nomi over her and my other friend Raz" - Devi indicated her blue-haired friend behind the shelves - "thought that I looked and acted so much like Devi from your comics that they started calling me that. And they haven't stopped since."

"If I squint my eyes really hard I begin to see a resemblance," he replied jokingly, squinting in a chartoonish fashion. "Well, except for your hair color."

Devi took a bit of hair from one of her high-placed pigtails, and smiled as she twirled the bright red locks.

"She only dyes it that color to make her parents mad," said Nomi, who just now seemed to remember the art of speech once more. Jhonen laughed.

"Unfortunately, she's right," said Devi. "But I do like it. I need to redo it though. My roots are showing." She bent down, making her black roots more visible.

"Did you do it yourself?" asked Jhonen, as he handed Nomi back her signed comic. From behind the shelves, Raz was waving wildly at Devi, trying to get her attention.

"Yup!" she replied. Jhonen gave her a look stating that he was somewhat impressed by her work. Just then, the security guard that had turned the girls away earlier camp up.

"Mr. Vasquez, you may want to wrap this up. We are about to close the store," said the security guard. Then the guard recognized the girls as the ones he'd turned away from the store earlier. It was at that moment Raz smacked herself on the head. "Hey! I told you two to leave! I'm going to have to escort you two out - "

"No, no. That's ok!" said Jhonen, winking at Devi and Nomi (Raz, Nomi, and Devi breathed sighs of relief). "We're nearly done here. Let them stay."

"Are you sure they aren't bothering you?"

"I'm sure."

"Ok. But they have five minutes!" The guard walked away and Nomi gave another sigh of relief. Jhonen laughed at her.

"I guess we'd better leave before we get thrown out," said Nomi in a slightly depressed tone. She put her hand out to give Jhonen a handshake. He stood up and took her hand, gave it a shake and reached for Devi's.

"It was nice meeting you," said Devi, taking his hand. After the farewell, Devi and Nomi started out of the store, but soon after Jhonen, who had come up behind them, stopped them.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to ask," said Jhonen. "Did you want my autograph?"

Devi looked surprised for a moment before answering with, "Well, sure. But I didn't bring anything for you to sign. Nomi owns any Johnny comic I've ever read."

Jhonen had a look of thought on his face before going back to the table and ducking under it for a few seconds. "Here," he said as he emerged from under that table with an "I Feel Sick" comic. He handed the book to Devi.

"Thanks," she said as she fiddled around in her pockets in search of the three dollars and ninety-five cents cost of the book.

"Take it, it's on me," said Jhonen. Devi smiled as she handed it back to him to sign. Jhonen pulled out his Sharpie once more and wrote an autograph on the front cover. Smiling, he handed it back to her. "There you go! See you."

"Thanks again!" said Devi. "See you."

"Yeah, see you later!" said Nomi as they walked off, with Raz close behind (She had just clocked out).

When they were outside, Raz wasted no time in asking questions. "So? What did you think of him?"

"He's such an amazing person!" said Nomi dreamily. "I'm so psyched that we got to talk to him!" She hugged her comic.

"Yeah, when you finally remembered how to talk!" said Devi. Nomi playfully punched Devi in the arm, and Devi punched her back. "What did he write on your comic?"

Nomi looked down at her comic and began to read. "To Nomi, from Jhonen V." Nomi sighed contently when she finished. Devi just rolled her eyes.

"What did he write in yours?" asked Raz, pulling of her work shirt, and revealing a black tube top.

"Same thing, except with my name," she replied quickly.

"Oh!" said Nomi. "He likes you!"

Devi couldn't help but to roll her eyes again. "Oh, please! How can you get that from a little autograph?"

"You never know."

"Even so, it's not like I'll ever get to see him again . . . ."

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End of another chapter. I finally got it posted, so please review.