I love you Jojo… disclaimer was in the first chapter thingy, I'm not gonna waist time and put in every fucking chapter, kay?

When Twyla awoke, she was in her dark room alone. There was soft music playing, just like always. The window was opened, just like always. Her lime green lava lamp was on, right next to her on her bedside table, just like always. Only, this was different. She didn't remember ever going to bed, she didn't remember changing into her green and purple stripped pajamas, she didn't remember turning on her music, but she did remember the sharp pain in her face. And she knew how it got there.

This is all wrong…

She sighed and tried to hold in the tears that threatened to escape, but she couldn't. Why, oh, why had this happened? Finally something good happened in her life, and something terrible happens. She finally made a friend, she finally had a point, a reason to get up in the morning, but now…

Wow… why am I so weak? Don't you dare cry over this, Twyla! So many voices screamed at her, so many cries and pleas in her head.

Quit being dramatic about it and just leave! You know you could get away!

But maybe it will stop, maybe he was just—

NO! You've known that one day he would snap!

No, I've known he was just going to get worse.

That's the same thing! Just leave!

But I can't…

WHY?!

I—

She couldn't finish her thoughts, she was crying to hard. All this and more… She couldn't handle this, and for some reason, she wanted Monday to come. She wanted to see Jojo…

At the McDodds', 3:19am

Jojo and Ned had fallen asleep at about midnight; Jojo was out first and Ned had turned off Nightmare on Who's street so they could both sleep. Sally had come home, they had eaten, and she told Ned that she'd tell him about everything in the morning. This made Ned worry a bit, what would make Sally not want to tell him about a simple job that she had just gotten?

But he tried not to think about it as he lay there, awake, listening to the sound of his son's slow breathing. Jojo didn't snore, but he made a soft whistling sound that made Ned chuckle a few times. He glanced at the clock that read 3:20am and sighed.

Jojo and Ned slept in his and Sally's bed; Sally slept with all the girls in the large living room, they were camping out.

The two boys had watched movies and eaten ice cream and popcorn, chugged sodas and had a burp-off. Normal guy stuff.

They had changed into their PJs, Jojo wearing a simple black shirt and his shorts, Ned his blue plaid pajamas. Once Jojo had fallen asleep, Ned had to stop watching the movies, he was afraid. Yup, the great Mayor afraid of a few movie monsters. Jojo would never let him forget that!

Ned sighed, he wanted to just get up and make breakfast for himself, but it was far too early. He told himself that if he hears even the smallest noise downstairs, that would be his excuse it get up. Yes it was silly, but he wanted to get the day started, he wanted to talk to Sally. But most importantly, he wanted to meet this 'Twyla' character. After Jojo and him had talked about it, they thought that Sunday would be go for a brunch like gathering. Plus they forgot it was Friday and Jojo would see her until Monday…

Oh well! It shouldn't be that hard to find her today, and then invite her for tomorrow! Everybody knew everybody in Whoville! Well, except for the fact that whoever's Twyla's parent are… they've kept her a secret. And they're not supposed to do that.

Being Mayor, Ned is required to know every Who down in Whoville; but the small fact that he hasn't heard of this one worries him. There really was no reason for his small fear, but only one thing in Whoville had ever gone wrong. He didn't want it to happen again. But what are the odds that one little Who girl could disturb the peace and tranquility that Whoville has acquired?

Ned sighed to himself again, thinking ab—

"Dad, I swear if you sigh one more time, I'm going to kill you." Jojo muttered as he turned from facing the wall to on his back, facing the ceiling.

Ned chuckled quietly, "Okay son," He got comfortable and then sighed in contentment.

"Dad," Jojo groaned.

"Sorry son,"

Downstairs with the girls…

The odds that Twyla actually went to visit her father… and in this weather. It just doesn't fit! Sally laid there next her daughters on the floor of their living room. All night they had watched chic-flicks and cried and eaten yummy sweet-treats and other forms of junk food. She sighed and laughed quietly.

"Mommy," One her daughters, Glinda, called to her mother quietly.

"Yes, honey?" Sally sat up to better see her daughter, who was on the other side of the room.

"I need to ask you something," Glinda was ten years old, and a bit of a gossip.

"What is it, honey? You can ask my anything," Sally set her head in her hands and leaned on her knees.

"Does Jojo have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, does he?"

"He was talking about her last night!"

"But we weren't spying of course!"

"Yes we were!"

"Shut up, Holly!"

"Girls, girls!" Sally whispered loudly, "Shhh!" Everyone grew silent. "Better, now why would you want to know that?"

"Well, not that we were spying or anything," Glinda began, "But we thought that we heard something about Jojo being in love." She exasperated the last word.

"Oh, well, um," Sally really didn't know, "How about this, I'll talk to him later."

"But don't tell him that we want to know!" Holly said to loudly, everyone heard Ned's snoring from upstairs miss a beat, but then steadied.

"Of course," Sally blew a kiss to each girl, which took about twenty minutes, and they all lay back down and fell asleep.

9:43am

Ned was up, in the kitchen reading the Who Time paper and drinking coffee. He had gotten up at about seven and headed downstairs, even though the girls were still asleep; as was Jojo.

He was reading this morning's article covering the Christmas celebration coming up, Christmas was big in Whoville, as we all know. As the Mayor, Ned was required to make a speech about the years of past. He would speak after the Whoville choir—made up of mostly his daughters—sang their annual carols and cheers.

WHOVILLE'S BIGGEST CELEBRATION EVER!

As usual, the Whoville Christmas Bash will take place in town square Christmas eve.

Starting at four pm sharp, we will begin the usual games and festivities of the WCB.

Starting with the fudge eating co—

"Morning, Hun," Sally walked into the dim kitchen yawning, she moved so she was standing behind Ned and she kissed his head. "You got up early." She commented.

"Yeah," He chuckled slightly, "Couldn't stay asleep."

"Ahh," She sat down next to him, "So was your 'boys' night?'"

"Great," Ned turned his chair so he was facing his wife, "I got a lot out of the boy." He winked.

Sally giggled, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about a girlfriend of Jojo's would you?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, and who told you of said girl?" Ned raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"Oh, no one," She replied coyly, twisting a strand of messy orange hair in between her fingers.

"Uh-huh," Ned scooted closer to his wife, "What would I have to do to get you to tell me?"

"Oh, let me think," Sally said as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Mommy?" A small pink Who, Kelly, walked in. The couple separated quickly.

"Yes, sweetie?" The mother replied, slightly embarrassed.

"When's breakfast? I'm really hungry," The small girl said.

"Me, too!"

"Me, three!"

"Me, fifteen!"

"Me, forty-two!"

And so on…

"Well," Ned spoke up as he walked into the living room where all his girls slept. "How 'bout you all go get dressed and come and sit down when you're all ready? Breakfast will be waiting!" All the girls ran up the stairs and into their room to get ready.

All their yell and laughs woke the no-longer-sleeping Jojo.

His eyes snapped open with a jolt as all his sisters ran by his parents' room loudly.

He groaned, "No," His whispered quietly to himself, "I don't wanna get up! It's Saturday for Who's sake!"

"COME ON, JOJO!" Yelled several of his sisters as they ran by, "WE WANT TO EAT! HURRY UP!"

Jojo didn't move, "Eat without me." He moaned.

"Fine,"

"Fine,"

"Have it your way,"

"We're so not saving you anything,"

"Hurry up, Holly!"

Make it stop! He yelled in his now pillow-covered head. He wanted to sleep in today. That's it…

"Hey, Jojo!" His father walked into the room and turned the lights on.

"Noooooooo," Jojo voice was muffled under the pillow.

"Oh, come on, son!" Ned shook the bed, making Jojo throw said pillow at his face. "Let's go eat!"

"Need sleep," Jojo rolled so he wasn't facing his dad, "Go away."

"You've got thirty seconds before a let your sisters come in a jump on you!" Ned yelled before leaving the room, and leaving the lights on.

That comment go Jojo's attention, Oh no… He tried to get up but…

All he saw was a giant wave of colors as every one of his 96 sisters jumped on to him.

"Ow," Was all Jojo managed to get out before he was consumed by the huge wall of bright Who's.

All the girls laughed as Jojo muffled sounds could be heard for underneath them. He got one hand free and one of the youngest, Headie, grabbed it softly.

"Big Bropher, Wojo!" She giggled. All the girls laughed as Jojo tried to get his hand free, and tried to get out.

"Okay, girls! I think that's enough," Ned walked in, chuckling. "Let him out."

All the girls 'Awe-ed,' and 'Oh, come on-ed' as they slowly got off their brother. Once Jojo was freed, he gasped for air and shot his sisters dirty looks, but when he saw the sweet eyes of little Headie, (Who was still holding his hand in her small one) he smiled and pulled her into his lap. She giggled and cooed.

"I gots a tooph!" She yelled in her tiny voice.

"It's a TH, tooth." Jojo said slowly, just like his mother had. That made Ned smile as all the girls, minus Headie, leave.

"Come on, son," Ned said, "Get dressed and let's eat!" He hated to break up the moment, but the girls…

He didn't want to have to deal with 96 hungry girls… Most of who were currently unstable at the moment if you know what I mean…

With Twyla…

As she sat weeping in the darkness, she reached over to her Whophone on the table beside her and decided to call someone… Anyone. But she really only knew one person… So Kevin it was. (Yeah, I know Kevin isn't the name for that YEAH! guy but I think it's funny! Get over it!)

He was speed dial #2, she was saving #1 for someone special. If that ever happened…

He answered on the second ring, "Twy? Is that you? You do know it's really early, right? I need my beauty sleep, Bra."

"Hi, Kevin," She whispered into the receiver, her voice shaking, "Can you come pick me up?" She constantly ran off with Kevin, they never went anywhere far, but it was just to escape the pressures of life. Mostly they'd go hang out on top of the old observatory and watch the clouds swirl at night.

"What's wrong, Twyla?" His voice became suddenly very serious, "What's wrong?"

"Meet me at my widow in five, 'kay?" Her voice was shaking too much for her to say anymore.

"Oka—" She hung up after his approval. She hopped out of her bed silent as the grave, not wishing to draw attention to herself. Her face ached, though there was a bandage over it, she could feel it bleed through.

Oh God, oh God, oh God…!

She ran over to her walk-in closet and turned on the black light. There was a full length mirror—way taller than her—she stepped slowly up to it, and gasped at what she saw.

The right side of her face was covered with a white bandage-like a wrap, it covered her eye, as well. She brought her hand up again to touch the damp cloth. She looked at her fingers; they now had a small bit of blood on them. The bandage was taped onto her face, and it was terribly uncomfortable. She felt more tears begin to fall.

Why now…?

She tried to pull herself together so she could get dressed. She got into her normal outfit; she even put on make-up… She knew it was pointless, but she didn't want to act any different.

She heard a small tap on her large bedroom window, and turned her head. Kevin was here.

She ran over the window, throwing on her boots as she did, and jumped from the opening. She didn't even have to think about it, she just jumped. She did this so often… it wasn't new at all.

She landed perfectly I the back of Kevin's Who pick-up truck. She climbed from the back into the shotgun seat with ease.

"Damn, Bra," Kevin began to drive away, he hadn't looked at her yet, "You've called me early before, but this is—Son of a Grinch!" He turned his head to look sarcastically at her, but lost all humor when he saw her face, "What the Hell happened?!"

She smiled a very dark smile, "I'll tell you when we get there," She said simply, whipping a small tear from her eye.

"No," He stopped the car in the middle of the barely lit road, "Tell me now." He said fiercely.

Twyla broke down into heavy tears that her eyes had no hope holding back. She covered her face—well what she could of it—and shook with the sobs that broke out of her. Kevin began the long drive to their destination, with his hand on her shaking shoulder.

They were headed to a small field outside of down, just past the old observatory. There was a big tree there that was hollowed out, and they had moved furniture inside, so they could hang out. And sometimes, at night, they could hear music play through the vally. They sat silence the whole way. Kevin didn't bother asking Twyla again… but when they reached the field, he helped her out on to the soft grass.

"Come on," He said kindly to the small Goth, "Let's go in." Once they entered the large, um, tree… house thingy… He set her down on the large black sofa in the center of the room.

"I'm sorry," Twyla said quietly, "I j-just—"

"Shhh," Kevin shushed her, "Just tell me what happened, Bra."

"He hit me, Kev," She said without missing a beat, "He hit me." She could feel Kevin fume with anger.

"What!?" He wasn't yelling, but he was talking around his clenched teeth, "He did what?!" He got louder then, but other than that he remained calm.

"I think he's up to something," She said quietly, "Something bad."

"No shiznit, Bra," Kevin stood and walked over to the small mini-fridge and pulled out two Whoot-Beers and handed one to Twyla. "On the house," He said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood.

"Thanks," She said, opening the can of her favorite soda. And she began to tell him everything that happened.

JOJO!

He yawned as he walked down the stairs and in the full kitchen. He found his seat, the table was set and as soon as he sat down the chairs began to rotate. He didn't pay attention, he was dozing off. His head fell limp against the back of the tall, orange chair. He was asleep… again.

How he was sleeping, with all those little voices… He's must be really tired…

"Daddy, daddy!" One of the girls, Blaire, yelled gleefully to her father. "Check this out; I got better than better than best on my Whostronamy test!"

"Ah, Whostronamy!" Ned spoke with enthusiasm, "Way to reach for the moon, sweetie!"

The chair rotated and as she passed by Sally, "That's still one of my girls!" Blaire laughed at her mother's complement with happiness.

"Daddy, Holly's been using my pencils again!"

"Well, Kelsey's been using mine!"

"Hey look, over there!" Ned switched their pencils, this worked every time!

They hugged tightly, and began to talk about how hot some guy was…

"All better!" Ned high-fived Sally, and she laughed.

"Tooph, it's wa TH!" Little Headie laughed as she repeated her mother's earlier words.

"Um, good, Headie!" Sally giggled at her daughter as she passed by in the chair.

"I got a Whophone! I got a Whophone!" She passed right on by…

When Jojo's chair passed by, it wasn't turned away like normal because of Jojo's current conscience state.

"Hey Jo—Oh," Ned noticed that his son was asleep and laughed. "Watch this, Sal." Ned leaned right next to Jojo's ear and whispered, "Hey look, it's the Goth you told me about! Twyla, was it?" Jojo's eyes popped open on their own accord.

"What?" He looked around franticly until his eyes landed on his father, he glared. "Not funny. At all."