Jojo: A Narrative Fiction

She moved closer, gently kissing his soft lips when Milano, not expecting such a reaction, groaned like a wounded animal.

"So, how's my stunning girlfriend doing?" He asked, placing a wet kiss on her cheek. She's always wondered, why is he so nice to me when people are around, but hurt me when we're alone?

“Ah…” Looking at the broad back in front of me, I think about how strange it is that he’s being so kind to me. However, I get on his back with no resistance. His broad back is warm and comforting. I would be alright with him. After such little contact with him, I was confident of this.

Well, where to begin to tell you my story. Oh! Let’s start with the old recordings that show how it all began.

“What did I do to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend?” He asked with a much-relaxed tone this time, the feel of your fingers massaging his head, making him a lot less tense and worried than he was before you came over.

Although some people believe that supernatural creatures aren’t real, I know they are. When I was ten years, I experienced something horrifying. Let me tell you the dreadful experience I witnessed.

"I know I blackmailed you, got you in loads of trouble, irritated you, and even risked your life in that accident. But I never meant you harm. I've called you 'selfish' and 'proud,' but so am I. You aren't the snob I always assumed you were when I first approached you. In fact, you have an entirely different persona. And I like that." I hoped that was a compliment. "I like you. Will you give me a chance, Helen? Be my girlfriend?"

I kiss the paling violet lips frothing from mouth. I taste his fear against my tongue. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it.” I prop his head in my hands.

“I thought I loved you. You’re beautiful and kind, I mean, what’s not to love about you?” Our eyes met. “But then I saw the way you and Maxon look at each other and I knew I couldn’t compete. Especially because we couldn’t see each other any more, I mean you are in the competition for Maxon. I was worried that I was going to lose you, but I realized that I had already lost you.” He looked deep into my eyes, but I broke the stare.

She stirred, but didn't open her eyes. She shivered when he took his arm off her shoulder. “Jordyn.” He repeated.

Naruto scratches his head then laughs, “Got me already? Not bad but Shiori got here first. When you got here I only had enough time to learn one technique. Listen, Iruka Sensei! I’m going to show you this amazing Jutsu and you’re going to let me graduate and everything will be okay. That’s the way it works, right? Anyone who learns Jutsu from this scroll passes.”

It was late at night, but the city was still buzzing, filled with light and full of life. George stumbles into the bar, already half-wasted. Tonight was his 25th birthday, and his stage persona Joji’s 57th show since he started his journey in the music industry. He should be the happiest he’s ever been. He’s doing what he loves, he’s making more money than what he knows what do with, and he can get any girl he wants. But no amount of women, money, and fame could fill the void she left in him. George takes a seat at the bar, and the bartender nonchalantly asks him what he’ll have. “Something to mess me up,” he manages to spit out. It’s almost as if you could hear the booze on his breath as well as you could smell it. “It sure looks like you’re already pretty messed up,” the bartender retorts as she pours him a glass of water.

"I-I need to b-be a-alone for a w-while" I said softly. I love the feeling of his body so close to mine, but right now I feel flustered and I knew that space would help.

When I was young I had many childhood friends, most of them were other boys, the majority of our activities involved rough playing outside in the grass with a ball or inside someone’s house playing nintendo whenever one of our parents were able to tolerate us long enough before it was time for everyone to go back home. There were a lot of fond memories with the boys but there was one person amongst them who stood out. Well not exactly stood out but more like she was a girl while the rest of us were guys, though she fit in perfectly with us and in fact, it was hard to remember that very particular difference.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you.” He placed his hand on my back his eyes looking at me closely.