A/N: A Jericho story! Fear it.
Joey is his real name- Joseph. That's why he is also referred to as Joey. And I sort of portrayed him as a hippie here. XD Hippies rock!
Disclaimer: I do not own Joey, sadly.
Glad
But most of the time, Jericho is glad.
Jericho thinks the world talks too much. Their voices fill the air, their words are everywhere, yak-yak-yakking away, on cell phones, on televisions, in bars and streets and alleyways. He wonders why they open their mouths and shut off their ears, hearing but not listening. He wonders why they complain of the loud cities. Joey loves them.
Joey hears the people. He hears them crying and laughing and talk-talk-talking. And Jericho listens, because Joey thinks the world needs more listeners. Because his voice is broken but his ears are good.
Sometimes Joey is glad his daddy broke his voice. Now Jericho can hear them.
Jericho thinks the world needs to use their eyes. Their pictures are everywhere, the colors and lights and lines, but they don't really see them. Their pictures move and bend and twist. Joey loves to watch them, but sometimes Jericho wonders why no one else does. He wonders why Cyborg or Beast Boy or Flash or Jinx or Herald flips the channel while the colors dance. He wonders why they mumble, "Commercial." He thinks all the moving pictures are wonderful.
But most of all, Jericho watches. He watches them all- he watches Kole and Pantha and Raven and Robin and everyone else- because he thinks more people should watch. Because he thinks they are all beautiful.
Sometimes Joey is glad when no one else is around. He watches commercials.
Jericho thinks the world smells good. He loves the scent of hot dogs and flowers and wood and dung. He thinks they are all amazing. Joey wonders why no one else sniffs everything that's there- the road, the wall, his dinner. He wonders why no one else knows that Starfire smells like roses and that Speedy stinks of hairspray and Aqualad smells of tuna and mackerel.
Jericho likes smells. He likes them all- garbage, flowers, people- because he thinks the world should have more smellers. Because he doesn't understand why not.
Sometimes Joey is glad when someone complains of bad stenches. It means they're smelling.
Jericho thinks the world doesn't feel right. The cold, the warmth, the wetness, they're everywhere, but to the world never enough. He wonders why it never rains just right for the people, or why they always think it is too hot or too cold, for to Joey everything is just right. He wonders why Mas or Bee or Menos could always find the problem with the weather.
Jericho thinks all weather is perfect. He likes it all- rain, snow, sun, sleet, hail- because he thinks the world needs more people to feel them. Because he sees no problem with snow.
Sometimes Joey is glad when he is alone in the rain. He dances.
Jericho thinks the world tastes good. On his mountain, there wasn't much to eat, but the city shows him pizza and pasta and tacos and cheeses. He wonders why people only eat some foods. He wonders why they always order the same foods.
Joey likes all foods. He eats them all- quesadillas, burgers, pretzels- because he thinks people should taste more. Because variety is good.
Sometimes Joey is glad when he is alone for dinner. He orders something new.
Sometimes Jericho is sad he can't speak. He wants to sing and talk and yak-yak along with his friends. He wants to tell them about the sounds and sights and smells and feelings and tastes.
But most of the time, Jericho is glad.
A/N: Fear the random drabble and review it! D
Written in about 20 minutes when I had nothing else to do and was procrastinating 'Path of Radiance' and 'Vade Mecum'