Oh my gods guys I'm so sorry, its been forever since I uploaded, I have many excuses but I wont bother. I'm really gonna try to upload more, and I'll tell you if there's gonna be a delay.

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Tiffany ran ahead of Jojo, into the park. She glanced back and could see him trudging behind her. She rolled her eyes, and stopped to wait for him. When he finally reached her, she started walking again, matching his pace. She felt like she should say something and looked around for a topic. She hated starting conversations. Or meeting new people, even if she really wanted a friend. She put on a facade for Jake at the office, but really she would rather be sitting drawing in a corner.

She pulled her plait over her shoulder and started twisting it absent-mindedly, chancing a look at Jojo. He was looking back at her, and she blushed and averted her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him go tomato red, the shade startling against his pale fur. A giggle bubbled up her throat and escaped before she clapped her hands over her mouth.

Jojo looked up, surprised. She was laughing at him! The confusion and embarrassment made him blush more, only increasing her giggles.

"w-what's so funny?" he asked hesitantly, bringing a hand up to cover his face. Tiffany giggled harder, her eyes sparkling in laughter, the sound of it muffled by her hands.

Tiffany saw the confusion in Jojo's eyes and felt slightly cruel, and attempted to stop. Taking a few deep breaths she shook her head and grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

"It's nothing, really" she assured, and turned to look around the park. "Where do you think we should-?"

"Jojo! Joooooooooojo!"

Tiffany was cut off by shrieks, rising from a crowd of who-girls, who were running towards them. They piled on top of Jojo, who disappeared beneath the swarm with no other comment then, "Damn..."

Tiffany watched as Jojo toppled under the weight of the small Whos, hitting to ground with another muffled curse. She stepped forward, wondering if she could do something, when another voice rose above the others.

"Looci! Fooci! Sooci! Kadi! Sadi! Jadi! Maci! Bebee! Veecee! Hilda! Hedi! Jedi! All of you! Get off your brother!"

The shout came from a slightly stressed looking ginger who, who came running in the wake of the girls. Immediately the girls stopped harassing Jojo and jumped awkwardly off him, standing guiltily in front of the fuming she-who, who stood arms crossed and glaring.

"Girls! Seriously, this happens every time we go out! Once again, there is no need to attack your brother, or father, every time you see them!"

Finished with her rant, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair, turning to Jojo and seeing Tiffany trying to help him up.

"Jojo, who's this?" she asked, surprised, a small smile gracing her features.

Jojo froze, toppling back onto the grass. His mother chuckled and shook her head.

"Seriously Jojo, don't overreact." Turning to Tiffany, she held out a hand "Hello, I'm Sally McDodd, Jojo's mom. You are..?"

Tiffany shook sally's hand firmly, like Jake had thought her, and tried to look her in the eye.

"H-hello Mrs. McDodd, I'm Tiffany. I just met Jojo today, my brother works in the office"

Sally raised an eyebrow, but decided to believe her story. As long as Jojo was talking to somebody, she was happy.

The family moved on, leaving Tiffany and Jojo standing in awkward silence. Tiffany was the first to break it.

"So...they're all your sisters?"

"Not even half"

"Woh...you must have some stories then."

"I do."

"Tell me."

Later, Tiffany walked along the grubby hallway, her mind filled with funny stories and family tales. She and Jojo had talked for hours, until the sun sank low in the sky, dying it a deep red, and Tiffany had to go.

He told stories with difficulty, like he wasn't used to speaking, his tongue tripping over words and mixing up sentences. She could see it bothered him, but it wasn't a real impediment. They talked about their childhood, Tiffany trying to avoid giving anything away. She was scared that if he knew about the real her and not the face she put on for the world, he would stop talking to her, walk away like everyone else had done.

She hoped she hadn't seemed like she didn't want to share her life with him, because she did. There was something about Jojo, his quiet smile that made her feel like he would keep all her secrets, all her fears safe and never tell a soul. But how was she to know?

The corridor was dim and for a few minutes she was sidetracked with her keys, struggling to turn them in the rusty lock, annoyed Jake wasn't opening the door.

"Jake, didn't you hear me, or are you just too lazy to get off your ass and-" swinging open the door, Tiffany was met with a dark, empty room. Her heart sank. All thoughts of Jojo disappeared and her mind spun into overdrive.

Jake was always home before her. It wasn't a working night, was it? She scanned the kitchen table for a note, checked the fridge, answering machine, anything that could prove that he wasn't there for a reason. In the pit of her stomach, a sick feeling rose.

Of course, he was probably at that girls place. It made sense.

It didn't stop her slamming the door, hands nervously fumbling at the locks until they clicked satisfyingly in their chambers. Leaning against the fresh painted wood, Tiffany took a deep breath, mentally running through a list of reasons why Jake wasn't home.

He's at that girl's house, its ok...

At the very end of this list, was the reason she was now shivering on the couch, staring blankly at the blaring WV. Every few minutes she would glance at the clock, or walk over to the window and back. She jumped at the smallest of sounds, the building creaking, footsteps of the people living upstairs.

I'm sure he's there...he must be

The hours rolled on and tears and begun to gather at the corner of Tiffany's eyes. She had given herself a headache worrying, and lay on her back on the couch in the still-dark apartment. She daren't turn on any light since she had come in and just stared at the ceiling until it the darkness had clouded her vision.

Isn't he?

Suddenly, a shrill, piercing sound filled the dark room, giving Tiffany such a fright that she fell off the couch. Getting to her feet, she saw the phone ringing, the sound alien in the quiet darkness.

Hesitantly, she picked it up, the last ring cut off suddenly and left dying in the gloom.

"H-hello?" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. Silence filled the other end of the line and her heart beat faster.

Then, "Tiff?" it was Jake, his voice warm and reassuring, filling her with relief. "Is that you? You sound weird... did I wake you?"

Tiffany felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and tried not to let her happiness show in her voice. "Yeah, you just woke me."

And as she listened to her brothers' voice, a smile etched on her lips, music crept into the dark apartment, seeming to come from the night itself.

well, there you are.

its not very good, but please leave a comment. I'm writing it for you guys so please give me a reason to continue! ^^