Loosing JoJo

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!Warning, slurs, homophobia and thoughts of su*c*de !

I walked around the garden, crushing any leaves on the path, I grip my hair and sigh, grumbling and huffing to myself, spotting the tree that me and JoJo hung around constantly and sat down underneath it, staring at the sky. I close my eyes and sigh, relaxing into the soft grass. Tender footsteps pat across and a weight compresses on my legs, to then get a slobbery kiss on the hand. I giggle and open one eye and pat Danny's head, his big eyes stare at me as he pants happily on me lap, "Nice day isn' it Danny?" he responds with a little bark. I close my eye and use my other arm as a pillow, the heat of the soft sun making me weary, eventually drifting into a light sleep.
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When I wake up, Danny is gone and JoJo is sat beside me, staring at the sky, he chuckles "Sleep well?" You laugh and nod, "Nothin like a nap to calm you down aye?" he nods and folds one leg over, "Coming to the match?" he turns his head to me, "Of couse! And I'll beat you like always" I punch his arm lightly and laugh, he sighs, "I'll beat you one day, watch me!" I shake my head and wave a hand, "C'mon then, lets go fuel ourselves up, by the looks of the sun it'll be on in an hour!" I get up and start running to the mansion, laughs and gets up, following behind you. We find our way to the table and sit down, with the food already there we begin to eat. Dio plops down the across the table from me, ignoring his smirk I continue to eat, kicking Jonathan everytime he gets sloppy. "So... Y/N, how did you come to meet JoJo?" Dio says, before neatly eating. I huff, setting my knife and fork down, and give a cold, harsh "I'm sure you'd like to know." I continue to eat, Dio seeming unsatisfied and annoyed with my lack of response, Mr. Joestar just sighed and mumbled to himself. I finished and got up, smacking JoJo as he got sloppy, he gave an apologetic look and Mr. Joestar laughed, "Where would he be without Y/N?" I smiled and leaned on his shoulders, "A pig, he needs his best brother to keep him in check!" we all (but Dio, who sat and watched smugly) laughed. JoJo finished and we quickly get ready for the match, and make our way down.
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We arrive and it's crowded with messy teenage boys, I get gloves thrown at me, and I see a rough, scrawny lookin' lad, I laugh, "Let's have it then!" I shove the gloves on and hope into the ring, instantly winning (got that london blood ya know, been on the streets). I jump to the outer edge off and throw the gloves to JoJo, "And now! For our main event Jonathan Joestar! And his foe being-" someone whispers and I sigh, "a new contestant... Dio Brando." The crowd cheers as Dio makes his way and I jump off, cheering for JoJo. "Awww look JoJo, your 'boyfriend' is cheering you on." Dio smirks and Jonathan pales, "I'm not a fag!" he growls. Dio spits, "You and your little pal are all homo together, disgusting." Jonathan face go red, "I'm not a fucking faggot, dating men is disgusting! Just shut up!" he shouts getting in a fighting stance. I feel my colour drain, I watch them fight, with Jonathan loosing. JoJo runs over to me and I back up, he gives a confused look at I ran. I ran crying. I ran all the way to the woods, and to the spot no-one knew existed but me and JoJo. We'd spent so much time here, it's where we got our emotions out as it wasn't acceptable to show emotions in society. I curled up on the floor and cried, I liked him... So much... He was my best friend... My partner in crime... I even felt myself falling for him, though I knew he'd never return it... I sat there for an hour crying before JoJo appeared, "Y/N? What's wrong?" I turned away from him, he touched my shoulder and I slapped it away, "AM I DISGUSTING TO YOU? HM JOJO? CAUSE I'M A FAG? A HOMO? DOES THAT MAKE ME JUST A PILE OF SHIT!" I screamed and screamed at him and he just sat there, I burst back into tears and he hugged me again, I tried to shove him but the energy had left me, "Y/N... I'm sorry..." he let go and left, I sighed, "I'm not made for this world am I?" I look up at the sky "Maybe I should leave... I'd probably get hung anyway just cause I like guys... God it's so unfair..." I gripped my hair tightly , all these thoughts of taking my life... Or injuring myself floated around in my head, I decided to try and ignore it and left, slowly making my way home.

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