Joji Miller (FilthyFrank) Imagines

8

Yeah, I know seven is missing technically. And yes I know this is dumb. Yes, I do understand that I'm gay. Thank you for the notice. This is one of those dumbass "there's a hell Boi that has to convince you into suicide but oh shit lmao you're actually really nice fucc" sorry

"How about now?" I asked again for the millionth time today.
"How about you let me finish my cigarette in peace for once?" He came back just as snarkily.
"You see, I would, but that would be wasting my time." I sat down next to him. He looked at me with slightly lidded eyes and an annoyed smirk to his smile.
"Time, eh?" He laughed. "You've got all the time anyone would ever wish for." He drew another breath from his cigarette and stubbed it out on the beam he was sitting on. He stood up from his position on the ledge of the nearby bridge and jumped down onto the walkway.
"Don't you leave without me!" I cried back, stumbling to get up to follow his fast paced walking.
"I'm really not gonna wait for you." He called. I scrambled to hop off the ledge and ran to catch up with him.
"That was such a good opportunity." I pouted and crossed my arms. He glanced over and smiled warmly at how genuinely annoyed I was. Most of his expression was hidden by the hair that fell into his face, which he then brushed back with his hand.
"Sorry." He replied quietly. It was dumb to be doing this. I should have never been here, but here I am. I felt bad for him, I really did, but I had no other choice.
"Gah! Whatever it was cliche anyway." I uncrossed my arms and dismissed his apology with a wave of my hand.
"Awh, you care for me?" He teased.
"No, I just get more points for the more creative ones." I smiled back. We, by this point, had made it back to his apartment complex. I walked through the door ahead of him and therefore reached his apartment ahead of him. He made his way to the door and opened it. His apartment wasn't awful, frankly it was pretty cute to my tastes. He walked over and sat down on the couch. He looked... sad. I know it's a bit out of my contract but seeing him sad to me is just...
"Joji." I called to him. Evidently, he didn't answer. "George." I said a bit more impatiently. He looked up, giving me the "what" expression. "Let's... let watch a movie or something." I stammered.
"Why do you care? Just fuck off will ya." He laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. He gets these moods of depression and I know, I know I should push him off the ledge but I can't help but hold onto his hand just a little longer.
"Please Joji?" I was one of the only people who called him Joji. Not on the account that he didn't have many friends, more on the basis that his "American" name was George. I think that's dumb, so I use his real name. It's special and I think it's cute. He doesn't really have a problem with it, and even if he did I wouldn't stop calling him that. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"Go away." He quietly demanded. I rubbed my arm and walked over to sit on the other edge of the couch. I plopped down and waited for him to say something. He sat up straight and ran his hand through his hair.
"Why me?" He asked to no one in particular.
"I don't know. It wasn't my choice." I responded. He let out an indignant huff.
"It's been your choice." I wanted to argue with him but I knew he was right. I sat there in an uncomfortable silence. All of the sudden he stood up. I was about to follow but he grabbed the remote and sat back down. Joji turned the TV on and tossed me the remote.
"Well at least pick a good movie." He smiled a bit but it looked hurt. I flipped through the movie selection until I came across "The Great Gatsby".
"What about this one?" I asked.
"Whatever honestly." He waved his hand dismissing any further conversation. I played the movie and the advertisements began to play. He shifted uncomfortably and lightly sighed.
"You okay?" I pushed.
"I just- it's nothing." He shut down. I really didn't wanna push him too far but I wanted to know what he was thinking.
"You can tell me if you want, I really have no inclination to tell anyone." I joked. He nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn't say anything, he just patted the empty part of the couch next to him. Like, right next to him. I acted on a hunch and scooted over. He put one arm around me and rested his head on my shoulder. He just wanted to cuddle? What an odd thing. He's never done anything remotely like this before. The movie was well into the beginning scenes but I watched it regardless. Around the time Daisy was having her affairs with the hot one, I noticed that Joji had fallen asleep. I didn't wanna wake him, but I didn't necessarily need sleep. I could if I really wanted to but I didn't really want to. Something about how peaceful it was in the room and how finally relaxed Joji looked made me wanna stay awake forever. Eventually, after the movie finished, I did will myself to sleep.
~~~~ morning lol
I woke up with a bit of a start. I'm not really used to sleeping for that long. I stretched and noticed something was missing, more like someone really. Joji. I jumped up off the couch and called to see if he was home.
"JOJI?!" I yelled into empty rooms. He didn't? He couldn't have? I checked his medication for today in the weekly box he kept in the cabinet. It wasn't taken. The time was only 8 but he usually takes them with breakfast. I didn't know what to do. I checked to see where his keys were and they were right where he always leaves them. My heart would have stopped if it was beating. I felt... guilty. I shouldn't feel anything but I did. I felt sad and remorseful. He didn't deserve death but that's what I had to push him towards. I either get him to off himself or I face consequences and I really don't want to find out what they entail. I sank down with my back against the wall. I can't believe it. He's really gone. I felt the urge to cry but had nothing to cry. It was an awful feeling. I put my head in my hands and thought about the last time I saw him; last night. I finally made a good connection and then this? I was about to gather my things to get ready to leave when the doorknob jiggled. It was probably one of Joji's friends, poor guy. The doorknob jiggled again but this time it turned fully and in came Joji. He had a bag of bagels from down the street with him and his headphones blaring. He put down the bag on the nearest table and looked at me with a concerned glance. I stood up and ran to hug him. I never give hugs but good lord I would be lying if I said I was ever going to let go this time.
"You're welcome...?" He laughed, pulling out his headphones and lightly hugging me back. I squeezed tighter and rested my head on his chest, taking time to remember what I might have lost. "Alright kid, it's just bagels. It's not that deep." He patted my head and I reluctantly let go. "Were...were you about to cry?" He asked, now really confused. I smiled at him and laughed a bit. I lightly punched his arm and turned around to sit at the table. "Did I miss something??" He was louder now as he followed me.
"Nah." I replied. "You didn't miss much."