JJBA ONESHOTS

(Jolyne-centric)Phones

<Minor Spoilers for pt.6 characters personality/mild backstory spoiler>

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Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them. (angst)

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Jolyne had a small, anticipating, smile on her face when she showed her father, Jotaro, her first grade report card. They were sitting on her bed; her lamp was on, casting a yellow light on the slip of paper.

As her father's ocean blue eyes made their way through the neat prints of letter and numbers, he made no expression. Jolyne's smile fell, just a little. Then her father spoke; "You got good scores in science." And, if you looked close, you could even see the faintest hint of a smile.

Jolyne felt her heart lift up, and up. "Uh-Huh!" She hummed. "Mrs. Smith said I'm really good at fish stuff." She bragged.

And her father smiled, and patted her head. "Good job." The praise went straight to Jolyne's heart, making her fell all warm and cozy; she thought that there could be nothing better in the whole entire world. "We can go to get ice cream tomorrow, if you want." He said.

Up, up, up and up. Jolyne's smile was not a smile; it was a grin, a big, large grin. Her heart felt like it was flying; and she was happy.

Then the phone rang, and it all came crashing down.

Jotaro stood up, and gripped his phone, bringing it to his ear, and motioning Jolyne to be quiet. Then he opened her door, and stepped into the hallway, Jolyne could hardly hear more than just a hushed voice.

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

Because when the phone rang her dad went away. He'd step into the hall, just like now. And she'd hear hushed voices; and he'd be gone; and she wouldn't see him for a loooong time. The dinner table would feel cold and empty.

Jolyne clenched her little fists, and she snuck up to the crack in the door to hear more. But she didn't hear anything more; it was just the same hushed voices, speaking a language she didn't understand. It was Japanese, she thought, but she wasn't all too sure. But she did see her dad's back, just like so many times before.

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

Because when her father stepped into the hall, he'd talk about all these things she didn't understand. And he'd only see his back, and it felt, cold, lonely, and she felt ignored. Jolyne did not want to feel like that.

As her dad sighed, and said something that Jolyne didn't understand. There was a beep, and the phone hung up. He turned around, and she rushed back onto her bed, pretending she hadn't moved at all.

When her dad came back, he kneeled down, and didn't sit next to her; because the time for that was over. "Jolyne," Jolyne knew what was coming next, and she didn't want to hear it, not now, not ever. "I have to go, tonight; maybe we can go get ice cream when I come back."

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

Because when her dad came back from the hall, he'd always say the same thing, and she never, ever, wanted to hear it. Not even once. When her dad said that, everything was sad, and she wouldn't see him. Maybe not for weeks; sometimes not for months. And she felt angry, sad, and frustrated, but mostly a horrid concoction of them all.

But Jolyne wouldn't cry, because she was a strong girl. She wouldn't cry, even if she really, really wanted to. Even if her heart had been let down from flying, as if someone had suddenly cut the wings off of it, even if tears felt like the most natural thing. So instead, she said; "Oh." Jolyne vaguely thought that she wouldn't try so hard for her next report card.

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

Because when her dad walked out the door, carrying a big suitcase, the house would seem so much bigger. The halls would be colder, and it seemed as if her mom felt the cold to, because she'd shiver, and start a warm fire. And sometimes her eyes would be red and puffy, and Jolyne would know she had been crying.

One time, Jolyne had asked her teacher what the point of phones were, and her teacher had said they were to connect people. But Jolyne disagreed. 'Because,' Jolyne reasoned. 'If phones are to connect people, why do mom and dad get more disconnected when he picks up the phone?' At the time, Jolyne had been really proud of herself, because she used a long big-girl word; but she wouldn't forget the look on her teachers face for quite a while.

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

Because when dad left, mom was sad, and Jolyne was sad, and angry, but really, just sad.

It did not help when her mom stroked her hair, and gave her a big hug, and told her; "Don't worry Jojo, dada will be back soon. I'll make your favorites tonight." It didn't help at all, because, up close, Jolyne could see that mom's smile was strained, and her eyes were tired.

So, because Jolyne was a strong girl, she smiled back, and said; "I'm not worried!" So please, don't be sad. Jolyne thought, but didn't say.

Jolyne disliked phones, really disliked them.

But as she watched her mom go to the table and clear up the extra set of tableware, the one that dad was supposed to use, Jolyne thought something new.

Jolyne hated phones, really hated them.

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Welp, no idea why this came to me, but I suddenly needed to write it. Ahh...It was actually painful in a way, Jolyne deserves so much more.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! First time writing Jolyne so hopefully it isn't ooc.