Wait for it :: Johnny Joestar x Reader

Chapter 4

A blue painted fingernail clicked the stopwatch as your horse came to a slow, sloppy halt.

"Stop."

Your head was spinning in a daze and you tried to regain your composure to get off your horse. Wobbling a bit as you stumbled towards the ex-jockey, he felt as if you were trying to give him a reason to shake his head. His hand ushered towards your torso to attempt keeping you steady, but Johnny couldn't do much from his chair.

"You were too late on that one, not to mention that stop was pretty rough. Once you get a better handle of things in general, you should improve. But you can't be lookin' so unsure like that."

"Huh?" Was all you could murmur as you held an icepack to your forehead to soothe the momentary nausea. After taking a couple notes in his notepad, he sets it onto a wooden stump beside him before turning to you. You were prepared for an intense critique, just like the last three times you had taken a lap. The two of you had found a circular clearing near the hotel from last night, complete with a marble, expensive looking fountain in the middle. It was perfect, just wide enough for you to practice horse riding with. As long as no one angrily marched out of their store complaining about the ruckus, anyway.

You were used to waking up early, so the time didn't bother you. On the contrary, it was Johnny that surprised you at his sluggish manner of waking up. To be fair, the poor guy probably hadn't had the chance to sleep in for weeks on end. He languidly sat on the edge of his bed for about 13 minutes while you were already getting ready.

Attempting conversation with him, you discovered that the Italian man he was traveling with had somehow taken a gravely dangerous hit and was currently hospitalized. You were sure he was a goner, despite the slight hope the ex-jockey seemed to have that he was alright for now. That was the most light you had seen in his eyes since you first laid eyes on him in this race. Maybe it was that guy that was the reason Johnny was in the lead so often. Not like it mattered, anyway. The method of how he got there means nothing to you, its how you yourself can catch up is what has you interested. Though you knew him staying behind for his partner would set him back in the race a few days.

You blinked, trying to process what he had told you to improve on. It racked your brain as your turned your back to him and contemplated how exactly you would translate what's planted in your mind to your actions when riding your steed. It was so frustrating, you knew what you wanted to do, and yet it seemed like your body betrayed you when attempting to do so. It definitely wasn't your horse, she was in perfect shape, it was you.

"(Y/N), watch out!"

It all happened so suddenly, you heard gunshots and strange men on both sides of you had collapsed to the ground, seemingly writhing in agony. You turned around to your trainer, who was now breathing heavily with his fingers pointed out in a gun-like shape. Confused, you had ran back over to him, face expressing concern for both of your well being.

"Johnny! What happened?"

"Those guys just tried to mug you when you were goin' back to your horse. I got 'em though." His hands returned to the handles of his wheelchair, letting out a sigh of relief.

He got them? The hell did that mean? You knew he had a gun, but hadn't seen him bring it outside. Before you could think any further about it, he grabbed your wrist.

"Let's get our horses and get out of here (y/n). We don't want to be the ones seen when the police arrive." As much as you wanted to object in order to continue your training, he was right. If either of you got accused and thrown in jail, that'd be a bad situation. You nodded, and Johnny rolled over to Slow Dancer while you went and mounted your own horse.