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Chapter 2 : Drawin' Together
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Pages: 5 Words: 2,072 Summary: Joanne forms a bond with luke and she reveals her goals and reasons she runs a store all by herself.
The soft light of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Joanne's small candy shop, casting a golden glow across the closed-up storefront. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams of light, their movements slow and peaceful as they glided over rows of colorful jars, shelves packed with sweet delights, and the counter that had seen better days. The shop was closed for business, but its charm never faded, even when empty. A faint scent of sugar and cocoa lingered in the air, comforting and warm.
At the center of the shop, by a small round table that was more suited for customers enjoying sweets than for its current purpose, Joanne and Luke sat together, engrossed in their coloring books. The shopās usual buzz was absent, replaced by the quiet scratches of crayons on paper and the occasional exchange of words. Joanne, with her wide, curious eyes, leaned over her coloring book, the pages filled with candy-themed illustrations that she was diligently bringing to life with vibrant hues.
Luke, on the other hand, had chosen a different approach. He wasnāt simply coloring; he was drafting, sketching in a meticulous, almost mechanical manner. His page, once a simple landscape of a park, had morphed into a series of architectural designs, complete with dimensions and annotations. His fingers moved swiftly, tracing blueprints for a building that seemed plucked from a futuristic cityscape, the lines precise, the concept intricate.
Joanne looked over at him, curious about the strange, almost methodical way he was drawing. She picked up a few crayons from the box between them and handed them to Luke, her fingers brushing his lightly as she smiled.
"Soā¦ what's your Stand?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with genuine interest. She'd seen him use it before, though the memory was a bit hazy. "I saw it make your body turn intoā¦ stuff. Like machines, right?"
Luke glanced up from his drawing, his brow furrowed in concentration as his fingers continued to move across the page. For a moment, he didnāt answer, as if he were lost in thought or maybe considering how best to explain something so personal. Finally, he stopped sketching and placed his crayon down carefully.
āMy Stand?ā Luke began, his voice calm but tinged with a certain pride. āItās called Revolution. But I call it Revoā¦ or Reva.ā As he spoke, three small, mechanical creatures materialized near his shoulder. They were tiny, barely the size of Ferris wheels, with their bodies made up of floating gears and cogs. They whirred softly, hovering near him like miniature guardians.
Joanneās eyes widened as she watched them float, their metallic surfaces catching the light in an almost hypnotic way. Luke shrugged as if their presence was as normal as the coloring books in front of them.
āI got it a couple of years ago,ā he continued, his tone growing a little quieter, āwhen I was in the hospital.ā
The admission was said so nonchalantly, but there was weight behind itāweight that Joanne didnāt miss. She didn't pry further, respecting whatever memories lay beneath those words. Instead, she nodded as Luke continued.
āRevo allows me to turn parts of my body into robotic pieces,ā he explained, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. āKind of like those giant mechas you see in manga. I can transform my arms or legs into huge machines if I need to.ā His voice dropped slightly. āItāsā¦ useful. What about yours?ā
Joanne straightened up, eager to share. She had always liked talking about her Stand, even though she had never met many people who could actually understand what having one meant. Luke was different. He was like her.
āMy Stand is called Lollipop,ā Joanne said, gesturing to her side, where her Stand manifested in the form of a tall, humanoid figure. The figure had magenta skin and heart-shaped hair, resembling a teenager not much older than Joanne herself. The Stand, sucking on a large, colorful lollipop, handed Joanne a piece of taffy without a word.
āI call her Poppy,ā Joanne continued, popping the candy into her mouth with a smile. āShe can turn ordinary things into lollipops. I think Iāve had her for as long as I can remember, but I donāt know exactly when she came into my life. It just feels like sheās always been there.ā
Luke raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by the simplicity yet uniqueness of Joanneās Stand. Turning things into candy seemed like such a harmless power, especially when compared to his own ability to morph into a destructive force. It made Joanne seem even more innocent in his eyes.
āIām sorry again about attacking you that day,ā Joanne added quickly, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and sincerity. āI didnāt know you had a Stand too. Iāve never met anyone else like me before. Itās kind of fun, though!ā She giggled, her laughter light and infectious.
Luke couldnāt help but blush, his face reddening at how adorable she sounded. Her laughter was soft and melodic, the kind that seemed to chase away the shadows. His chest tightened with unfamiliar warmth, but he tried to maintain his composure, covering his mouth as if trying to suppress a grin.
āW-well,ā he stammered, āthere are plenty of people out there with Stands, you know. You should be careful. Not all of them are friendly, and some could try to hurt you for less.ā His voice, although shaky, was tinged with a protective edge.
Joanneās smile faltered, her brows knitting together at the thought of that. She hadnāt really considered the danger. Her Stand, after all, was more whimsical than powerful. All Poppy could do was turn objects into candyānothing that could protect her in a fight. Her lips pursed in worry.
āI guess I didnāt think about thatā¦ā she admitted, her voice softening as reality began to sink in. āIāll try to work harder so I donāt get hurt.ā
Lukeās eyes widened as he realized he had caused her to worry. His heart raced, and he immediately began to fret, his hands fidgeting nervously.
āB-but donāt worry, Jojo!ā he stuttered, the nickname slipping out before he could stop himself. āI-I said Iād help, remember? As long as Iām around, I can help protect you! Okay?ā His voice grew more confident as he spoke, as if reassuring her was reassuring himself as well.
Joanneās eyes sparkled with hope, and she looked at Luke with an expression of pure gratitude. āReally, Luke? Youād do that for me?ā
Luke scratched the back of his head, looking away as his face turned a deeper shade of red. āYeahā¦ why not?ā
Without warning, Joanne reached over and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around him as she buried her face in his shoulder. Luke froze, his face burning with embarrassment as his mind raced.
āO-okay, cut it out!ā he mumbled, awkwardly patting her back before gently prying her off. He looked around the shop, desperate for a distraction from the awkwardness of the moment.
āWhy are you running this place, anyway?ā Luke asked, hoping to change the subject.
Joanneās expression shifted, her excitement dimming as her tone softened. āWellā¦ā
She hesitated, her voice catching in her throat as her eyes lowered to her hands. Luke noticed the sudden change in her demeanor and stopped coloring, his full attention now on her.
āMy parents went missing,ā she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. āSo I take care of the shop. Itās the only way I can afford to keep our house.ā
Lukeās heart sank. He hadnāt expected that. Joanne was always so cheerful, so full of energy, that he hadnāt imagined she was carrying such a heavy burden. He set his crayon down, his face twisting into an expression of concern.
āWhere are your mommy and daddy, Jo?ā he asked softly.
Joanneās lower lip quivered as a single tear escaped down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, refusing to let it show how much it hurt. āI donāt know,ā she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. āBut Iām going to find them.ā
āFind them?ā Luke repeated, his brow furrowing. āButā¦ youāre just a kid. Why havenāt you called the police?ā
āI tried,ā Joanne said, her voice cracking. āBut theyā¦ they tried to take me away from my home.ā Her childlike mind couldnāt fully comprehend the situation, but she knew one thing for sure: the police had wanted to place her in foster care or send her to some third-party home. They hadnāt understood that she didnāt need their help. She needed her parents.
āIām going to find them,ā she repeated, her resolve hardening. āAnd pretty soon, Iāll have just enough money to do that. No one has tried to help me, so Iāve had to do everything by myself.ā Her voice broke as she spoke, the weight of her loneliness finally slipping through.
Luke watched her, his own heart aching in a way he didnāt fully understand. He didnāt have parents either, and even though he was just a young boy, he didnāt want Joanne to go through what he had. He clenched his fists, determination swelling inside him.
āYou donāt have to look alone anymore,ā Luke said firmly, his voice filled with quiet resolve. āIāll help you.ā
Joanne looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. āYouād help me?ā
Luke nodded, his expression serious. āYeahā¦ Iāll help you find your mommy and daddy. You donāt have to do this alone.ā
Joanneās face lit up with hope, and she reached out to grab his hands, squeezing them tightly. āOh, Luke! Thank you! I promise, when we find them, you can eat at the candy shop for free! For life!ā
Her excitement was contagious, and despite himself, Luke couldnāt help but smile. Joanneās joy was infectious, and for a moment, the weight of their problems seemed to lift. They were just two kids in a candy shop, coloring and dreaming of a brighter future.
And as the sun began to set outside, casting long shadows across the empty store, Luke realized something: no matter how tough things got, he wasnāt going to let Joanne face them alone.
As Luke helped Joanne lock up the candy shop, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town in a soft twilight. He pocketed the shop's keys, glancing around the quiet street. Joanne adjusted her backpack, and the two began their walk toward her home, their steps echoing in the stillness of the evening.
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of watchful eyes followed their every move. Sitting at the edge of the street, half-hidden in the shadows, was a dog. At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary muttājust another stray wandering the town in search of scraps. But there was something bizarre, almost unsettling, about this animal.
It was an older-looking rough collie, its fur long and unkempt, with patches of graying brown and white. Its gaze was unnervingly focused, far more intelligent than any ordinary dog. Its head tilted slightly, ears perked up, as if it understood far more than a simple animal should.
The dog remained perfectly still as Luke and Joanne passed by, its eyes never leaving them. Though it stayed rooted to the spot, there was an eerie sense of purpose in its presenceāa silent observer waiting for something. Neither Luke nor Joanne noticed it, too caught up in their conversation, but the dog didnāt move, blending back into the shadows as they disappeared around the corner.
For a moment, the street fell into silence again, but the rough collie stood there, watching.
Joanne pressed a finger to her chin, her brow furrowed with concern. "You really think other Stand users are gonna come after us?"
Luke let out a small sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Well, duh," he muttered, glancing off to the side. "I think, um, you know how, like, birds know their way home even when they've never been there? It's like... a brain magnet or something."
Joanne tilted her head, still trying to piece together what Luke was saying.
Luke continued, "I think people with Stands have that. Like, we're sorta drawn to each other without even thinking about it. So yeah, other Stand users might show up, and not all of them are gonna be friendly."
Joanne's eyes widened, and she gave a small nod, the weight of Luke's words sinking in.
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