#Joke

Chapter 2: Jo's POV

"See you later Jerry," I said, tugging my hoodie closer to me.

It's been a week since I found out that I'd be touring with 5 Seconds of Summer, & I gotta tell you it's been occupying a lot of my mind. I've seen them twice since the first meeting, & I've been getting good vibes but they're still practically strangers.

Making my way out the door I get a whiff of my uniform. It smelled like french fires, & bacon. Total guy magnet.

I'm grateful the manager, Mr. Bruce lets me work the grill & not just signing autographs while I work the drive-thru.

Jerry waved at me through the door & I smiled while I set my skateboard down so I could ride it home.

I'll be 17 soon, which means I'm still a minor obviously, but lets just say in my own eyes, I'm more of an adult than anyone I know.

I turn the corner & get to the small alley way that leads to the side door.

I never liked using the front door, it's so inviting & I should have to feel invited in to my own house. But then again, this isn't my house.

"Hi Greta," I kissed my foster mom on the head.

Greta's reminds me much of the old lady you see on "Grandma's" cookies & what not.

She was sitting in her rocking chair, completely knocked out.

The difference between the old lady on the packs of oatmeal cookies & Greta is that the lady in the wrapper isn't she a complete drunk.

You'd think at 76 she'd quick drinking like a 21 year old at a frat party.

I noticed the can of Miller light in the rocking chair's cup holder & checked if there was any left inside. Nope. Why am I not surprised.

I took the can to my room. When I unlocked the door to my beautiful attic getaway, I grabbed the trash bag full of other cans & stuffed the newest addition into it.

I'll have to go trade that in at the recycling center soon.

I sat on the blow up mattress against the window, greeted by my brown & black American Shorthair, Gato. Yeah I know it wasn't the most creative name for a cat but I mean, he liked it so that's all that mattered.

Gato isn't very big yet, not at all. He fits in my palms.

I found him a couple weeks ago. He's definitely a stray, I put posters up & everything, no one claimed him. I felt awful because he's so small, & really just a baby.

So I took him to a vet to get him checked out & he's perfectly healthy except for malnutrition. But I took care of that.

"Hey Gato." I cooed, as he stretched out on my lap, nudging his head against my thighs. He loves when I smell like bacon. Weird cat, I know.

I started stroking his back as he continued to nudge until he rolled over showing me his stomach.

Of course I knew this meant he wanted me to rub his tummy so obviously I did.

As I sat there scratching my kitty's belly a light went off in my head.

I dug into my pocket & retrieved my phone.

I was pretty happy when management gave me this iPhone. I'd never had a phone before that so it excited me whenever I saw it.

I quickly texted the first of the boys in my contacts, which was Ashton.

To: ASH😝🍕

Hey, how do you guys feel about cats?

With my phone in hand I decided to reread the texts between Isabella & I. I missed her a lot & couldn't wait to see her.