Well here it is, second chapter. Sorry for taking so long, hit a bit of a writers block and I've been so busy with school and stuff.

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Tiffany awoke to the sound of a bluebird singing on her windowsill. Groaning, she peered groggily at her bedside clock; it was half ten. Stretching, she scowled at the clock and flopped back onto her bed, savouring the last few moments of warmth, before dragging herself out into the kitchen. Sleepily she poured a cup of coffee, and switched on the radio. Balancing the mug on one finger, Tiffany began preparing her breakfast, waking up as the smell of it filled the kitchen space. Sitting down with her plate of eggs, she saw a note on the table. It was from Jake.

Hey Tiff!

I had 2 leave early for work, so this is your "good morning from me". I get an hour off for lunch, around 1, so we can have a picnic for it! There's a park right by here! Seeya then

Jake x

Rolling her eyes, Tiffany finished her breakfast. It was just like Jake to say they could have a picnic, but it was obviously her who was going to have to prepare it. Shaking her head she pushed back from the table, set on unpacking some boxes before noon. But first...grabbing a hairbrush, Tiffany brushed her hair. From her waist down, she was striped black and violet, and from the hips up she was a smooth, deep purple. She hardly ever dyed it, so it was very fine and soft.

Her arms, legs and face were almost ebony white, just a little lighter than Jake's. She smiled. Jake always said that she was the prettiest who-sister in the whole world. She rolled her eyes, thinking of her sap of a brother. But in some ways he was right. She knew what would have happened to her if he left without her all those years ago, what she would be doing now because of the way she looked... Tiffany shook herself, frowning. This isn't the time to be brooding she told herself, shrugging it off.

After unpacking a dozen boxes, Tiffany finally came across the one she was looking for. It was a box of photos, mostly of her and Jake, their identical grins shining out of every page, in every home they had ever lived in. There was even a couple of when she was too small to remember, playing hide and seek in a cardboard box that doubled as her bed. She didn't even want to know how Jake had gotten the camera to take that... and there were her sketchbooks. Drawing was Tiffany's passion in life; she drew everything, who's, dreams, and stories. She drew to express her emotions, everything she couldn't explain with word, anything she couldn't talk about with Jake, or just to feel good. She loved the way her hand flowed across the page, the way she felt in that moment, the difference of each picture.

Looking up from leafing through her sketchbook, Tiffany glanced at the time, and blinked in shock. It was almost half twelve. Scrambling to her feet, Tiffany hastily packed ingredients for a picnic into a backpack, and grabbed her keys.

She ran from the apartment and out of the building, which didn't look so bad in broad daylight, and ran through the narrow streets. Stopping at the main street she hopped on the public who-bus to the main square. She had never been there before, and was actually excited.

Jumping from the W-bus before it stopped, Tiffany walked the rest of the way to the square, and stopped in the centre. It was huge, with delicate archways around the premier.

Whos lounged in the park, kite-flying and having picnics. The grass was lush and green, and the water in the fountains sparkled in the sunlight. The square rang with laughter and happy voices, its perfect she thought, smiling in incredulity.

Then the town hall was right in front of her. It wasn't the tallest building in Whoville, but its paint shone and the crest of Whoville gleamed in the sun. Jake was nowhere to be seen, so Tiffany decided that she had better go look for him. Cautiously approaching the building, Tiffany climbed the steps to the large double doors, and found herself in an impressive entrance hall. The ceiling stretched high above, and the Whoville crest was a mural in gold leaf in the centre of the floor, with the town motto circling it.

Doors branched off left and right, and there was a line of lifts along one wall. Tiffany stood, clutching her bag, completely at odds for where to go. She started for a random door, before pulling back. She was in the town hall, the mayor's offices, who knew what important meetings she could barge in on?

She was about to give up and wait for Jake on the steps, when there was a slight cough behind her. Whirling around, Tiffany saw a who around her own age behind her. Her was slumped slightly, his hands in his pockets, so he was taller than he seemed right away. He was staring at her beneath an overgrown, choppy fringe. His eyes were dark, almost black, with dark shadows circling them.

There was something different about him, something that she couldn't put her finger on right away. After staring at him for a few more seconds, she had gotten it. He wasn't smiling.

Jojo woke with a start. For a moment he didn't know where he was. Dazed, he looked around and realized that he was in the observatory, slumped over his modified guitar. Smiling sleepily, he picked out a few rifts, enjoying the sound of music and the warm sun on his face. Wait a minute...sun? Jojo jumped to his feet, guitar crashing to the ground, strings twanging loudly. Spinning around Jojo saw the massive clock he had built the year before, using other old clocks, with the time pointed out in its oddly shaped hands. He blinked 12:45! Almost tumbling down the steps from the raised platform, Jojo slapped himself awake as he cycled through the streets of Whoville, cursing to himself on being late for work. Again.

"Shit! Fifteenth time this month! " he muttered, ditching his bike in the park and walking swiftly up to the town hall, "not that I care but..."

Taking a moment outside the building, Jojo caught his breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. Now that he was late, he might as well pretend that he intended to be so in the first place. Running a hand over his face, Jojo ran up the steps to the building. In the entrance hall, he found an unfamiliar who standing with her back to him. She seemed completely unaware of his presence; her attention focused on the doors in front of her, and seemed to have no idea where she was supposed to be. Every few minutes, she would reach out a hand, before yanking it back, muttering to herself. She seemed to be thinking, because she paused, twisting her fingers. He took in her appearance, from where he stood. The end of her long plait danced whenever she moved her head, drawing attention to her slim waist... Jojo, dude pull yourself together, you're late for work! He thought furiously to himself. Then he shook his head, that's no excuse.

Shuffling his feet, he coughed slightly, which caught her attention. Turning around, she spotted him and they locked gaze, sizing each other up. Her eyes shone like sapphires, dazzling him and she was frowning slightly, like she was thinking. The girl shuffled, blushing, and he just kept staring at her. He knew it was rude, but he just didn't know what to say, he never said anything. Thankfully, she spoke first. "Erm, ah, hey, do you know what office Jake La Roo works at?" she asked, smiling nervously. Whos Jake?, thought Jojo before shrugging. He didn't know him, why should he care? Seeing his shrug, the girl sighed, shifting the bag she was holding to the other hand. "Well, is there anywhere I could go to find him?"

Jojo thought for a moment. He could ask his dad, he probably wouldn't mind, unless somebody had called him a 'boob' in the last four hours, which they probably had. Shrugging again, he motioned for her to follow him, and headed for one of the lifts.

Trotting after him, the girl spoke again, "oh, ok. By the way, my names Tiffany." Looking over his shoulder, Jojo nodded, but offered no reply. He wasn't in the mood to talk to a complete stranger, no matter how nice they seemed.

Walking from the lift, into the office, Jojo spotted someone that he didn't recognise. A tall who that looked in his twenties was leaning against a desk, talking to a pretty she-who with an elaborate green ponytail. He was grinning at the girl, who seemed mesmerized and was giggling. There was an aggravated sigh from behind Jojo and he turned to see Tiffany rolling her eyes, her fingers tapping on the handle of the bag. Marching over to the pair, she started talking to the he-who, who looked slightly annoyed at being cut off from his conversation with the green girl, but his expression soon changed to one of guilt in the face of Tiffany's wrath.

Walking closer, Jojo could hear them talking, or arguing. "Jake, I didn't come all the way across Whoville to walk in on you flirting with some piece of fur!" Jake made a noise in the back of his throat, and she relented a little.

"ok, I'm sure she's nice, but I'm annoyed. And you're late!" Her arms were folded and the glare she was giving Jake could kill small animals. Jake shuffled uncomfortably under her angry look, and opened his mouth to speak. Then he spotted Jojo, peering over Tiffany's shoulder, and grinned at him, then back at her, which caught her off guard.

"So if I'm not allowed to talk to people, who's this then?" he asked Tiffany in lofty voice. Jakes question caught Tiffany off guard and she whirled around, to look at Jojo.

"em ,this is...em..." she leaned towards Jojo "what's your name?" she asked awkwardly. Jojo stared at her, and blinked. She was almost nose to nose with her, her crystal blue eyes distracting him. He cleared his throat "I'm Jojo" he supplied, his voice cracking. He blushed, but she just grinned at him.

"It's Jojo,"she answered to Jake smugly, turning back around, and Jake smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Tiff, I know I said we could go for a picnic, but I promised..." he looked back at the giggling green she-who questionly, who blushed.

"Emilee" she sighed, and almost squealed when Jake winked at her.

"ya, Emilee. I promised Emilee I would go have coffee with her"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, and leaned close to Jake, whispering something in his ear. He chuckled, "I hadn't thought of that" he said, and then turning back to the girl 'Emilee', "Hey babe, coffee's not really my thing. What d'ya say we have a picnic instead? "

Emilee agreed instantly, and Jojo wondered if she even heard Jake say anything, she seemed so dazed. Tiffany scowled, knowing now she would be the third wheel.

Jake saw her and face and ruffled her hair "don't worry Tiff; you can bring your friend."

Jojo blinked -friend?- The word had never occurred to him, and judging by Tiffany's expression, it had thrown her a little too. But she shook it off and nervously smiled at him, "we'd better head down then" she said, "do you know any good spots in the park?"

Jojo, still a little confused on how he was suddenly classified friends with this girl, nodded mutely. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the lift, she looked back at his surprised face and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey if we're gonna be friends, you'll have to speak sometime" she said seriously, but her eyes betrayed the laughter beneath the statement.

Jojo nodded again, but all he could think about was how delicate her fingers were around his wrist. If she was going to keep distracting him like this, it was going to be very hard getting a word out of him.

Ok, sorry about the ending there, not very good, I know. I'll try and get the next chapter up sooner than I did this one.

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