Jojo Siwa x Reader (Y/N)

Jojo Siwa x Reader

hey guys! for those of you not reading the description, this is satire! it is not meant to be good/serious, it's meant to reflect fanfic clichés and be funny! that's all have a good read :)

"Y/N, get downstairs, you're going to be late for your first day of bow school!" you hear your mother call from the stairwell. You lay in your bed, sheets covering you too comfortably for you to want to wake up. Suddenly, it hits you. Bow school. You jolt awake, shoving the warm blankets off your body, exposing your legs to a quick chill of cold air. You shiver, unsure if it's from the cold or the pure excitement you feel. It's the first day of bow school. Your entire life you dreamed of going to the prestigious school of arts, where students could express themselves through crafting the finest bows. You quickly rush downstairs, nearly tripping over your feet. You stumble towards the kitchen where your mom stands, packing your lunch. There's a bowl of already made cereal on the counter top, which you swiftly grab and shovel into your mouth.

"Well look who's finally awake," Your mom says, turning to face you. She had a smile on her face, one nearly as big as yours, "I was afraid you'd miss your first day!" She laughed lightly. You smile back at her, there's a soft pause between the two of you before your mother hands you the lunch she had prepared. You walk towards the door, opening it before turning back around towards your mom. "My baby is all grown up" she says, pretending to wipe away nonexistent tears of joy. You shake your head at the over exaggerated goodbye. After returning her a goodbye of your own, you shut the door and begin your expedition to the one and only, bow school.

After a short 10 minute drive, you pull up into the parking lot of the art school you had fantasized about for years. It was a place you were very familiar with from the outside, since you had driven past it many times in the past. But actually being there was a different feeling. Feelings of joy filled your body from head to toe as you walked, basically bounced, to the front entrance of the school. You delightfully took a step into the open doorway, smile as wide as ever. But suddenly, that smile faded, and the anxiety started to sink in. The school was huge, but not in the fairytale extravagant way. Students flooded the halls, and there seemed to be corridors in every direction. The room numbers seemed to have no real pattern, with a mix of office 104 to classroom AGH2, it was a mess. The fluorescent lights beamed like daggers into your eyes while your head began to get foggy. Your pupils darted in every direction, seeing kids get trampled by crowds of caffeine-run students and teachers shouting at the top of their lungs. It was a nightmare. Next thing you knew, you felt the back of your head hit the unwelcoming tile floors, your entire body going numb. Suddenly, that crushing feeling was gone, and you were left with the bliss of pitch black nothingness.

Soon, however, you begin to open your eyes. In a half asleep daze, you hear the sound of a childish voice that you don't quite recognize. Once you're finally able to lift your eyelids, you come face to face with a beautiful girl.

"Oh great! You're awake! Was getting a bit worried about you there." She spoke, her voice coarse from what sounded like years of yelling all of her sentences all the time. Quickly though, you come to your senses.

"Where.. am I?" You ask, pausing to look around the room. It appeared to be the nurse's office. At least that's what you assumed from the stacks of bandaids and first-aid kits. As well as the certificate of graduation from some medical school you had never heard of.

"Oh! You're in the nurse's office. I saw you had taken quite the fall back there so I tried to get you here as soon as I could." Not only was she gorgeous, but she was sweet too. You were a bit surprised that she was able to see you given the circumstances that you were in. Drowning in a sea of overly hormonal teenagers, you thought you were impossible to notice. "Anyway, my name's Jojo, Jojo Siwa, what's yours?" Jojo, what an interesting name. An interesting name for an interesting girl, your mind drifted. But it quickly snaps back when you realize how close the girl is, staring at you attentively, waiting for a response.

You manage to stutter out, "Oh - uh - I'm Y/N." You give Jojo an awkward smile, "Thanks for saving me back there." You say with gratitude and a hint of more awkwardness. Jojo smiles brightly back at you.

"Anything for a pretty girl." She giggles, adjusting her artistically wrapped bow that sat at the top of her head. Your gaze drifts up to the brightly colored bow. You sat in awe at how perfectly crafted it was, all the knots and loops in their perfect places. Jojo seemed to notice your staring as she spoke, "Do you like it? I'm top of my class in bow making!" She reached into her pocket, pulling out a handful of bows that all seemed to resemble the one holding back her hair. Love and envy both struck you at once, but the jealously for Jojo's craft quickly faded as you stared into her eyes. Every bit of envy got turned into pure admiration for the girl.

And then you realized, "No way! I'm in the bow section too!" You stated at her excitedly, maybe things won't be so terrible after all.

"Really? Swag! I guess you'll need someone to walk you to the bow wing then, huh." Jojo smirked at you jokingly. The girl's proposition made your heart full with glee.

"That would be great." You replied, and after checking out with the nurse, who was really just playing candy crush on her phone, you and Jojo made your way to the bow art side of the school.

You and Jojo spent the entire day talking and laughing with each other, any awkwardness that may have been there previously seemed to all fade away. At the end of the school day, the two of you walked out the wide exit, parallel to the entrance where you had had your "accident" a couple hours prior. Before you could say your farewells to Jojo, she grabbed you by the hand pulled you across the school yard. She hid the two of you in an area not visible to the rest of the students leaving the building. Normally, to someone like you, this would be incredibly alarming. But Jojo had a charm to her that made the frightening situation a lot more enjoyable.

"I need to talk to you about something" She said, seeming more nervous than she was throughout the school day.

"What is it Jojo?" You softly asked, concern filling your throat.

"I.. think I have feelings for you, Y/N" She looked away, her usual cool attitude shifted to one of shame and anxiousness. The words hit you like a brick. Did Jojo actually mean that? You thought about it for a bit, coming to the conclusion that you felt the same way.

"I like you too, Jojo Siwa. In fact, I think I'm in love with you." You confessed, Jojo standing with a shocked look on her face. Shoot. That last part might've been to much, "I mean - I don't know - I'm sorry, I don't know why I sa-" Jojo cut you off, connecting your lips together.

Then you two date and get married the end.