Joji Imagines

Attention Pt. 2

Me: I have a flat tire on the side of the road. Can you come help me?
Joji: always <3 Where ya at?

I drop my location and sigh. It's been a long while since I've talked to Joji. He's still willing to help after everything?

A car pulls up behind mine with its hazard lights on. I shake my head and reach into my glove box. I grab the flashlight and look outside my window. It's a random guy. It's not Joji.

"Need help," the guy calls through the window. He's in a trucker hat. His mustache is thick and dark.

"I have a friend on the way," I call back.

"Well, tell her not to come! I got this," he gives a creepy smile. It sends shivers up my spine.

"I'm good, thank you," I smile and turn away, hoping he gets the hint.

Me: hurry! Creepy guy outside my window!

No response. The handle at my door pulls.

"I can help," the guy shouted. "Open the fucking door!"

Me: Joji, please hurry.

A man walks up from behind my car, "is anything wrong." His voice is loud and clear, even behind the closed door. Thank god. Joji.

"This girl is waiting on a friend, but I can help her," the old man laughs.

"I am the friend. I got it, sir. Thank you," Joji crosses his arms.

A couple more words were spoken, but they were too muffled to understand. The man drives away. I unlock the door and step out, shaking.

"I hurried as fast as I could when I got your texts," Joji reaches in for a hug. I hug him back. It brought back the familiar sting. I'm exhausted. I've been crying all night. I want to get home. It's kind of chilly outside. I turn on the flashlight.

"Show me the way," Joji smiles into the light.

I keep a straight face and walk to the rear of my car. On the passenger seat side sits the flat tire. Joji nods. I flash the flashlight to it so he can look at it. He kicks it with the toes of his shoe, "yeah. It's pretty flat."

"A genius observation," I roll my eyes.

"Hey, you're the one who called me," Joji laughs.

"I just needed help, okay? You were the only one I knew who would be up at this time," I say, shakily.

"Where were you heading at this time? It's almost three in the morning," Joji asks, comfortingly.

"Well, if you must know, I was heading to the store. I needed more milk."

"That couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

An awkward silence falls on us. I cross my arms in the cold.

"Where's the spare," Joji asks, more frustrated than I'm use to hearing.

"That is the spare," I mumble.

Joji nods, "well. Rest In Peace to your car until tomorrow, right? Lock it up. I'll drive you home."

I grunt and walk back to my door. I grab my phone and my purse. I pull the keys out of the ignition and I walk slowly to Joji's car. He's right in front of me. He opens the door for me to get in.

"Thank you," I say, crouching into the car.

The drive is quiet. Hopefully he remembers where my apartment is. It seems like he does. How did Joji always remember things like this? He's only been to my apartment a handful of times.