all-american :: jotaro x reader

chapter 19 :: all-american guilt

I had finished my homework and I had nothing else to do, on top of that, my grandparents wouldn't let me leave the house. The clock read 8:00 but it was already pitch black dark out, so I decided I'd just head to bed.

I lay awake thinking about what my grandma said about what my mom told her.

"She doesn't want any visitors."

What the hell does that even mean? All her life she's been a damn social butterfly and all of a sudden, she doesn't want anyone in the hospital with her.

I stare at my ceiling, growing more irritated as the clock in my room ticks on. But what isn't bothering me is the ticking noise, it's my mom.

I find myself throwing my arms up to the ceiling as I lay, saying out loud "What the fuck do you mean, no visitors?" I suppose I said it louder than I intended because I hear the couch creak loudly, which would mean my grandpa is tumbling around in his sleep again.

Sighing and lowering my arms, I close my eyes.

I don't remember if I fell asleep for a little, but I could almost perfectly see myself sitting next to my mom's hospital bed. For some reason, I couldn't see her.

We were holding hands. It almost felt like it.

I sat up all of a sudden, fed up with myself, my mom, anyone within a 100-foot radius of me, and then and there I decided, "Fuck it, I'm sneaking out and getting a cab to Osaka."

It was bold, even for me, but I accepted the fact that if something deep inside triggered by late nights and a low amount of functioning brain cells says I've gotta go see my mom, I've gotta go see my mom.

I get dressed and ready as quietly as I can - you know, the usual band shirt tucked into Mom jeans with old red converse.

The only problem is, how am I going to go out fully dressed and not get caught getting my coat and keys?

I try anyways.

Though, these hardwood floors are really trying to give me away.

I take one step and the whole house groans an ungodly groan, and my grandpa snores louder as if he was almost shaken awake by the noise.

I stand still. I can see my coat from where I am, and I realize that if I'm going to get out I can't waste my time running a race I can't win - Y/N versus the traditional Japanese hardwood floor.

So I run.

As I grab my jacket, the floor screams and it makes my grandpa wake up.

Just as I shut my door, I hear him ask "who's there?!" He waits a second or two, and falls back asleep. It is then that I realize that if this house gets robbed while I'm gone, then it's getting sacked. There is no way in hell my grandpa is going to pick out a robber in a house full of noises.

My keys are in my pocket, but I think about it for a second as I pull them out and let them reflect the moonlight. I'm not going out the door, unless I want to be discovered. So I toss them onto my nightstand and look for another way out.

My room has a window, if you haven't already figured out, but right under it is a snow covered bush. Nice and soft, but still wet and cold.

Or, I could take the more dangerous route and sneak out the sliding glass door in the living room - at the end of the couch.

I look down at the bush and come to the conclusion this is the only way.

The window is just wide enough, thankfully.

So I shove myself through.

Like expected, I land in the snow, but unexpectedly, I fall through the bush.