Disclaimer: I don't own Horton Hears a Who, Dr. Seuss does! HE ROX! I do own Twyla, though. She's mine! So, here you go… I FUCKING LOVE YOU JOJO!!!!

Why do I have to be here, thought the young Who in the back row. Why? Jojo McDodd slouched in his back row seat, sighing as he watched the large clock on the front wall of classroom tick slowly. The bell for Homeroom hadn't rung yet; he was alone in the Whostory room, enjoying the silence while it lasted. Soon, the room would flood with Who's of every shape and size, and the sweet sounds of silence would disappear.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, and tick again.

He glanced out the large round window that sat widely on the blue wall next to him; it was a cloudy day and rain was falling softly. No sounds came from outside, every Who was hard at work or sitting at home. It was so quiet—

Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap…

Hmm? Jojo looked over to the opened door at the front of the room. Footsteps could be heard walking down the long hallways of Whoville High. This confused him, no tenth grader at this high would ever come in early. Well, except for Jojo, that is.

Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap…

What a weird footstep, though Jojo as he returned his gaze to the clouds outside. The footsteps grew louder as they came closer, but they stopped when they came to the door of Whostory. Jojo could hear a soft muttering form the hallway before the door opened and a small Who he had never seen before stepped in. Or, should I say, danced in. She twirled and swayed to music that could almost be hears through her graceful steps.

Once Jojo looked at the dancing Who, he couldn't look away.

Her face was pale and heart shaped, but the black-painted smile she wore turned her cheeks a soft pink shade. Her long, wild hair was pulled into a messy tail on the top of her head. It didn't stick up like most Who girl's did, and though it did give the small girl more height, it fell like a waterfall behind her. The color of said hair was white as snow, with a black under layer, a few black strands fell in front of her darkly shadowed eyes. Her eyes were closed, and her lashed were short and think, her eye brows were long and thin.

Jojo just couldn't look away…

She wore a black fur dress with lime green flames at the bottom; which stuck out like a tutu, the under part of the frills was black, the top the color of the flames. It was a tank-top dress, but she had long sleeves the same shade of green. And instead of the custom collar most who women wear, she had a spike necklace, that matched the belt she wore. On her feet was a pair of huge combat boots that's laces didn't match.

She held sever big books to her chest as she danced silently. The one Jojo could see read: WHOSTER'S DICTIONARY OF ART.

Wow… was all that floated through his now clouded mind.

RIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!

The girl opened her eyes and met Jojo's, catching him staring at her. Though this embarrassed him, Jojo couldn't look away, he could only stare; wide eyed and jaw dropped. Her eyes were a purple shade, but as dark as his brown ones. After she realized she hadn't been alone, she blushed before composing herself and smiled at the young Who. He tried to smile back, but all he could conjure was a strange crooked grin the made her giggle softly. The sound was like bells in Jojo's head…

All at once Who's began to poor into the room, and though the noise was deafening, all Jojo heard was the girl's laughter ringing in his head. Once all but the white-haired girl had taken their seats, Ms. Kyzer walked in and began to take roll.

"Allison?"

The pink covered prep in the front row raised her hand, causing the hundred bangles she wore to shake with a clinking noise, "Present!" She flipped her hair around, and every boy( but Jojo) stared at her. She was wearing her usual outfit; a skin tight pink fur dress and high heeled pink shoes with a fluffy right around her ankles. She had a fur collar but the was a V below it, showing some cleavage.

"Taylor?"

"Here I am!" Yelled Alison's clone/minion. She wore a copy of Alison's dress, only blue.

"Drew?"

"Here,"

"Carter?"

"Here,"

Blah, blah, blah… Jojo rested his head in his hands as he tried to concentrate on not staring at the new girl. He blocked out the teacher for a moment and waited for his name to be called…

"Jojo?"

"Here," He said just loud enough for the teacher to hear, but he noticed that the Who up front glanced at him when he said his name. He smiled at her this time and she smiled back, showing her perly-whites. Alison noticed this and glared at the girl, and then turned to Jojo and winked.

"Kevin?"

"What?"

"Yonda?"

"Here, doll."

"Okay then," Ms. Kyzer wrote a few more thing down before turning to the class. "Good morning. Now class, today we have a new student joining us." She waved her hand at the Goth up front. "Who's, this is Twyla Whodad. She just transferred here from Whoville's Academy of Art and Literature. She'll be joining us for the rest of year."

Twyla… thought Jojo.

"Hi," Twyla said to the class in a sing-song voice that made all the boys swoon.

Alison didn't like that, "Great, an art freak!" She muttered under breath, but loud enough for Jojo to hear in the back. All the 'In Crowd' laughed at her joke.

"Miss Grew!" Ms. Kyzer spoke to Alison angrily.

"Actually," Twyla began, looking Alison in the eye from her place in front of the class. "We prefer the term 'Imaginatively Strong,' thank you." She smirked.

Jojo couldn't stiffen that snicker that escaped his lips, Twyla smiled wider. Alison just glared and her posy was speechless.

"Well, um," Ms. Kyzer was trying not to laugh herself. "Twyla, your seat is right back there, next to Mr. McDodd." She pointed at Jojo.

"'Kay," She held her books tight as she made her way in-between desks. About half way, Taylor tripped her and the Goth fell on her face; her books flying down the row. Twyla hit the tiled floor with a muffled 'Ow,' and a soft thud.

Jojo rose from his seat to help her up. He did it without thinking, he held his small hand out to her and she grabbed it firmly. He pulled her to her feet, she was just as small as him.

That's a first… Both Who's thought.

Jojo bent over and picked up the two books in front of him. Twyla still held the dictionary she had, but the other books were Professor Jowho's Composers' Guideand Poetry by Claire Whone.

A poet and a composer, nice… Jojo handed the large books to the girl in front of him.

"Thanks," She said to his as they both took their seats.

"Anytime," Wait, did I really just say that? Way to be cheesy, McDodd! Jojo kicked himself internally. He's never felt so awkward around a girl before, why now?

"Well, class today—"

The rest of homeroom was a blur. Jojo and Twyla both had blocked out the teacher, both of them stared out the large window, watching the rain fall.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!

All the Who's stood and left the class room, excluding Twyla and Alison. As Twyla collected her things, Alison waited for Ms. Kyzer to leave the room before slamming her dainty fist on Twyla's desk.

"Listen up, bitch," The pink one began, "Back talk me again, and you'll wish you'd never showed up here. Got it?"

"Well," Twyla said, not a trace of fear in her independent voice. "Yes and no. You see, you have it backwards, if you insult me again, you'll wish I'd never shown up here." She turned her back on the prep and walked out of the room, leaving Alison speechless.

On her way out she happened to bump into Jojo, who had been listening to the two Who's small fight.

"Oh, s-sorry!" Jojo stuttered as he steadied himself. Twyla raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled awkwardly.

"Jojo, huh?" She asked him as they began to walk down the hallway to… actually, Jojo didn't know where she was headed, but he was headed to science.

"Yup," He said, placing his hands in his pockets. "So, where are you headed?" He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, I'm off to find a reason to go on in this cruel, abysmal and bleak world!" She spoke dramatically, waving her arms in front of her.

"Um," Jojo began, confused.

"Kidding! Just kidding, I'm going to Science in room 107," She laughed at Jojo's confused face.

"Oh, me too," He shrugged as the two of them walked down the halls.

"Sweet, then I can cheat offa' your tests!" She clapped her hands loudly, causing Who's to look at them. Twyla just stuck her tongue out like a little girl and kept on walking.

"Sure, but you'd half to pay me, you know." Jojo laughed as they entered the green lab. This was Jojo's only class without Alison and Taylor. It was also his favorite for that reason. But at the same time…

"IT'S JOJO!!!" Screamed the swarm of girls that were in the 'Jojo is God' club. Ever since Horton and all that, Jojo has been the dream Who of almost ALL the girls in Whoville… Even some of the guys'…

Jojo sighed as he prepared for the blow of all the girls tackling him, when they did; Twyla gave out a small yelp when they hit him. But she soon broke into laughter when she saw Jojo's arm twitching from underneath the girls.

"Girls! GIRLS!" Yelled the professor, trying to get the fan Who's to stop. "Please, take your seats. NOW!"

The girls hopped off of Jojo one by one muttering while they went.

"Thank you," Said the professor, calmer now. Though everyone was used to this routine, it was getting old.

Twyla held her hand to the Who on the floor and helped Jojo to his feet. His hair was now sticking in every direction, his outfit static-y. When he stood, he blushed slightly, embarrassed.

"Thanks," He said to the Goth, smiling at her grin. She snickered at his appearance, making him blush farther.

"Anytime," She repeated his earlier words.

Jojo shook his head around, trying to get his hair back in place.

"Ah, Miss Whodad," Professor greeted Twyla a shook her free hand, the other still in Jojo's. When the young Who's noticed this, they broke apart quickly. "Welcome. Well, seeing as you are—um—friends with Mr. McDodd here. You two can be partners for the project coming up!" Professor returned to her desk, staring down the Who's who tackled Jojo.

"Okay, partner," Twyla said to him, "Where do we sit?" She pointed to the two rows of lab tables in front of them.

"Back row," Jojo began to walk to said row and sat in his seat. Twyla sat in the used-to-be unoccupied seat beside him. Jojo smiled to himself; never had anyone (who's not a fan of him.) sat down beside him willingly. Normally, Who girls would avoid him because of his silence; but after the Almost End of Whoville… girls love him.

"Well class," Professor began, "Today I'm going to assign partners for the upcoming project you will be required to do. Okay well, Emma and Jackson, Meg and Kellan, Janie and Rob, Jojo and Twyla—"

Jojo didn't listen until the professor began to explain the project of which he spoke of.

"Well, each group will be required to make an, oh how should I put it? An invention of their own creation, and an essay about what it is and what it does." Professor wrote this down on the chalk board. "Any questions?"

Twyla raised her thin hand; and for some reason, Jojo could stop staring at said hand, even after she placed it back under her chin.

"Ms. Whodad?" Professor called her.

"Can this be anything? Anything at all?" She sounded honestly curious, Jojo noted.

"Anything at all, Ms. Whodad." Professor continued to write the rules on the board. When he was finished, he turned back to the class. "Anymore questions?"

One of the Who girls up front raised her purple hand.

"Ms. Dono?"

"Why does she—" Pointing at Twyla, "—Get to be with Jojo?!" She whined to the professor.

"Well," He cleared his throat, not having a good reason. "She's new and Jojo is at the top of the class… Because I said so, got it" He eyed the Who down.

"Fine," She grumbled a few more things under her breath.

"Now class, today we will be…" The period passed by in a blur. Jojo didn't pay attention to anything, but he noticed that Twyla was taking notes the whole time. When the bell rang, Jojo and Twyla parted ways. He planned on seeing her at lunch, but he couldn't fine and spent his lunch hour in the bathroom; attempting to avoid all fan-Who's.

He didn't see Twyla for the rest of the day, but as he was skateboarding home, he saw her. She was roller-bladeing towards the high-society homes of Whoville.

High class parents, I guess… He thought as he continued on his way home. When her opened the door, it was quiet.

That's not normal… He thought as he stepped into the kitchen, where he found his father cooking.

That's REALLY not normal…

"Hey Jojo!" Ned McDodd greeted his son, "How was school?"

"Why are you cooking?" Jojo answered his father's question with one of his own.

"Your mother got a new job today and I'm cooking her a special dinner," Something in the oven exploded, causing the two Who's to jump. "As you can see, it's not going very well." He chuckled.

"But you didn't answer my question, how was school, son?" Ned placed a gloved hand on his son's shoulder; he was wearing burnt oven mitts.

"Um," Jojo didn't know if he really wanted to talk to his father about this…

Wait! There's no 'this' to talk about, McDodd! Jojo yelled at himself, he had just met this girl, he shouldn't be thinking about talking to his dad about it!

Yet…

"Um, son?" His dad raised his eyebrows at him, smiling.

"I made a new friend," Jojo said with caution, not wanting to start a conversation with his father. Jojo grimaced at his father's huge smile.

"Well, Jojo! That's great, son!" His father's smile practically glowed with happiness. "And what might the name of this Who be?" Ned spoke, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Um, Twyla," Jojo said quietly, blushing slightly as his father's face shone with surprise and joy.

"Well now!" The Mayor clapped his gloved hands together. "A girl friend! And such a pretty name!" His father shook his head approvingly.

"Wait, dad," Jojo held his long arms up, hands in front of him. "She's just a friend, I just met her today. She's new, and she's only in two of my classes..." Jojo stopped, did he really want his dad to know about the lab thing?

His father nodded for him to continue.

"She's my lab partner for the Whovention competition, so at some point she'll have to come over so we c—"

"How 'bout tomorrow, son?" His father asked enthusiastically.

"Um—" Jojo spoke quietly.

"It's settled! Tomorrow afternoon, that way Sally and I can meet the young Who!"

"But dad! I barely know her! What if she thinks I'm—" He stopped.

"Ah, Jojo," Ned placed both his gloved hands on his son's shoulders, "Welcome to fun-filled world of women. Just invite her to dinner or something, how 'bout this! Have her come over tomorrow to work on the project and she can stay for dinner. Yes?"

"Um, I'll ask," Jojo sounded like he was asking a question.

"Good! It's settled!" Ned stood back up and opened the over, smoke flying out all over the kitchen. Jojo ran over to open a window. The black cloud floated away.

"H-hello? Mr. Mayor, you there?" A voice came from the pipe the McDodd's had built through their walls.

"Horton!" Jojo yelled into the receiver.

"Hey, Horton!" Ned stood next to his son, happy to hear from his dear friend.

"Jojo, Ned! Hey guys, how are you?" The elephant's voice floated through the horn-shaped pipe connected to it.

"We're good, very good. What about you? How's Nool these days?" Ned asked his friend.

"Okay, Kangaroo and Vlad are settling some conflicts. But other than their yells everyone is fine." Horton laughed. "So, Jojo. How's school been for you?"

"Okay, I guess." The young Who replied.

"Okay?" Ned began, "Jojo met a girl today!" He laughed.

"DAD?!" Jojo grimaced at his father.

"Whoa now, dude! A girl? Our Jojo is growing up!" Horton fake whimpered before laughing. Ned laughed with him.

"Ah, come on guys!" Jojo begged of them, but soon joined in the laughter.

"So, is she pretty?" Horton asked dramatically.

"Yeah, son," Ned began, "What does this young lady look like? Let's hear it!" Ned pulled up two chairs for him and his son.

"Well," Jojo didn't know where to begin, "She's really unique, like no Who I've ever seen before! And, get this, she's not taller than me! Man, she might even be shorter!" He laughed.

"Is that possible?" Ned ruffled Jojo's already untidy hair.

"Stop it," Jojo laughed.

"So, what's he personality like? Prep? Nerd?" Jojo could hear the smile in Horton's voice.

"None, she's more of a…" Jojo didn't know what to say, "Well, she dresses Goth, but her person is so open and bright. She's just… Wow." Jojo fell back on his chair, sighing.

"AWE! Jojo's in love!" Horton sounded breathless, to add the affect of his teasing.

"Now, now!" Ned pretended to sound serious, he wasn't doing very good. That caused Jojo and Horton to laugh. "None of that! Jojo's only sixteen, he can even own a Whomoblie yet!" Ned's face made Jojo laugh harder.

"So, are you gonna see her soon?" Horton asked smugly.

"I hope so," Jojo said. "Well, I have homework, see ya around, Horton!" Jojo left the kitchen and headed off to his room.

Only he didn't go to his room, he headed to the old observatory: His favorite place to hide out. And now, it was the best place where he could be alone, so he could think about the one thing on his mind now…

A Who Named Twyla.

Sigh… I love writing Fanfics!!! IT'S SO MUCH FUN! HAHA! Well, there's chapter one! Chapter two as soon as I get around to it! School sucks these days, ya know? JOJO!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!