The Boy with the Butterfly Tatoo
Just A Joke
JOVY'S POV
My alarm goes off at 9:00, practically screaming at me from my bedside table. I groan and turn it off as I up. I rub my eyes and look around my room. My eyes land on my closet and I sigh, knowing I don't have anything cute to wear for today. I stand up and go to my bathroom. I shower and erase the memories of my dream that my parents were alive again as the soap erases the dirt on my skin. I wrap a towel around me and make my way to my closet, pearing at the time as I pass my clock. It's now 9:45. Jeez, I need to learn to think less about the philosophy of the universe while I shower. I grab black leggings, my dads royal blue t-shirt with a front pocket, and grey uggs. I sigh with security and comfort when I slip my dad's t-shirt on. I throw on some natural makeup and let my hair dry naturally, meaning mostly straight.
I go to my kitchen and eat an apple while I check the news on my phone. Then there's a knock on my door. I throw the apple core away and go to answer it.
When I open it, there stands Harry, grinning from ear to ear, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt and white tennis shoes.
"Good morning, love," He says, kissing my cheek.
I blush. "Morning, Harry. Come on in. I'll grab my bag and we'll go," I say, letting him step inside. I run back to my room and grab my purse and phone charger. I put on some strawberry chapstick and grab my phone from the kitchen as I make my way back to Harry. He smiles and takes my hand. We go outside and I lock my door, then he leads me to the car. We get in and Harry starts driving. I tell Harry about the news I read this morning and he comments little things here and there, then somehow we get onto the topic of cotton candy and carnival rides. I laugh at Harry's comment on cotton candy being like a ball of lint as we pull up to his flat.
Harry grabs my hand as we make our way up to the door. When we get there, I hesitate.
"What if they don't like me?" I say, suddenly nervous.
Harry smiles lightly and shakes his head. "They'll love you. I promise," He says, squeezing my hand. I nod and he opens the door.
HARRY'S POV
As soon as I open the door, there are lous voices thrown at us. The girls squeal when they see Jovy and run over for a group hug. The guys smile and make their way over to the girls and I.
"Lads, this is Jovy. Jovy this is the lads," I say.
"We've met her before, Harry," Louis says, smirking. "The interview was yesterday."
I laugh awkwardly, trying to hide my embarrassment, but Jovy says, "No, yesterday you met business Jovy. Today you are meeting the real Jovy. Nice to meet you all, for real this time." She smiles and opens her arms for Louis to hug her. This girl is simply amazing. She just saved my butt and made it sound like she planned to introduce herself anyway. She's awesome.
When every person has hugged Jovy, we make our way to the living room. There are two couches and a big chair. I sat next to Jovy on one couch, on the other side of Jovy was El and then Louis, then on the other couch was Dani and Liam, and then Perrie and Zayn. Niall and his chips took the big comfy chair.
"So Jovy, tell us about yourself," Louis says, putting his arm around Eleanor as she leans back against him.
"Well, what would you like to know?" Jovy says, nervously playing with her hands in her lap. I take one of her hands and hold it, reassuringly circling my thumb on the back of her hand.
"Whatever you're willing to tell. Start with the basic info," Liam says, tracing a figure eight on Dani's leg which is draped on his lap.
"Alright, well, I was born in Austin. I'm twenty. I lived in downtown Austin all my life. My brother and I were homeschooled by my mother. My dad worked for the governor. My best friend's name is Kyle. She's a girl, not a guy, contrary to popular belief. She's actually in London right now also. She has the flat next to mine. But she's currently visiting her grandparents back in the states. She flies in tomorrow. I went to the University of Texas at 17, graduating a year early since I was homeschooled and recieved my bachelors degree in journalism in three years. I moved her about a month ago to start this internship with the company you went to yesterday, interviewing celebrities when I can and otherwise writing small snipits for the newspaper. I love London. You are the only people that have actually noticed me here." Jovy says, ending her little monologue with a deep breath.
"Sounds like you have a life you really enjoy. How old is your brother?" Zayn asks.
"He's seventeen. He's still in Austin being homeschooled," Jovy says, not mentioning who he was being schooled by. "His name is Jake. He's a wonderful kid. He's looking into colleges right now. I'm so proud of him."
They go on talking about Jovy's life as she tells maniacal stories of her brother and her and the kids that live in the condo complex. They laugh and seem to really like her, which makes me over-the-roof happy. Somehow they begin debating the issue about whether Batman is better or Iron man. My friends, everyone. They can never talk about something real or important.
We begin watching a movie, I believe it's called Red Dawn. The room is silent for a good hour as people watch the movie. All is pieceful until Jovy gets bored.
"Ugh! Let's do something fun! This party is so dead!" Jovy whines.
I laugh but stop immediately when Niall and Liam and Zayn all say at the same time, "Your mom is dead!"
My heart stops as Jovy tenses beside me. I look into her eyes and see pain and distance and shock as she tears up and looks past me at the wall.
"Jovy," I say carefully, taking her shoulders and turning her toward me a little. "Hey, listen to me. It was a joke. They were joking. They had no idea what happened to your parents. Jovy please listen." I beg and beg but her tears spill over and she makes a choking sound. She covers her mouth with her hand and stands up, racing into the kitchen. I hear her begin to sob.
"Holy shit," Niall says, standing up, a look of grief and shock plastered on his face.
"What's wrong?" Liam says, looking at me.
I sigh and meet his eyes sadly. "Her mom really is dead. Her dad, too. They died in a car accident three years ago."
My alarm goes off at 9:00, practically screaming at me from my bedside table. I groan and turn it off as I up. I rub my eyes and look around my room. My eyes land on my closet and I sigh, knowing I don't have anything cute to wear for today. I stand up and go to my bathroom. I shower and erase the memories of my dream that my parents were alive again as the soap erases the dirt on my skin. I wrap a towel around me and make my way to my closet, pearing at the time as I pass my clock. It's now 9:45. Jeez, I need to learn to think less about the philosophy of the universe while I shower. I grab black leggings, my dads royal blue t-shirt with a front pocket, and grey uggs. I sigh with security and comfort when I slip my dad's t-shirt on. I throw on some natural makeup and let my hair dry naturally, meaning mostly straight.
I go to my kitchen and eat an apple while I check the news on my phone. Then there's a knock on my door. I throw the apple core away and go to answer it.
When I open it, there stands Harry, grinning from ear to ear, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt and white tennis shoes.
"Good morning, love," He says, kissing my cheek.
I blush. "Morning, Harry. Come on in. I'll grab my bag and we'll go," I say, letting him step inside. I run back to my room and grab my purse and phone charger. I put on some strawberry chapstick and grab my phone from the kitchen as I make my way back to Harry. He smiles and takes my hand. We go outside and I lock my door, then he leads me to the car. We get in and Harry starts driving. I tell Harry about the news I read this morning and he comments little things here and there, then somehow we get onto the topic of cotton candy and carnival rides. I laugh at Harry's comment on cotton candy being like a ball of lint as we pull up to his flat.
Harry grabs my hand as we make our way up to the door. When we get there, I hesitate.
"What if they don't like me?" I say, suddenly nervous.
Harry smiles lightly and shakes his head. "They'll love you. I promise," He says, squeezing my hand. I nod and he opens the door.
HARRY'S POV
As soon as I open the door, there are lous voices thrown at us. The girls squeal when they see Jovy and run over for a group hug. The guys smile and make their way over to the girls and I.
"Lads, this is Jovy. Jovy this is the lads," I say.
"We've met her before, Harry," Louis says, smirking. "The interview was yesterday."
I laugh awkwardly, trying to hide my embarrassment, but Jovy says, "No, yesterday you met business Jovy. Today you are meeting the real Jovy. Nice to meet you all, for real this time." She smiles and opens her arms for Louis to hug her. This girl is simply amazing. She just saved my butt and made it sound like she planned to introduce herself anyway. She's awesome.
When every person has hugged Jovy, we make our way to the living room. There are two couches and a big chair. I sat next to Jovy on one couch, on the other side of Jovy was El and then Louis, then on the other couch was Dani and Liam, and then Perrie and Zayn. Niall and his chips took the big comfy chair.
"So Jovy, tell us about yourself," Louis says, putting his arm around Eleanor as she leans back against him.
"Well, what would you like to know?" Jovy says, nervously playing with her hands in her lap. I take one of her hands and hold it, reassuringly circling my thumb on the back of her hand.
"Whatever you're willing to tell. Start with the basic info," Liam says, tracing a figure eight on Dani's leg which is draped on his lap.
"Alright, well, I was born in Austin. I'm twenty. I lived in downtown Austin all my life. My brother and I were homeschooled by my mother. My dad worked for the governor. My best friend's name is Kyle. She's a girl, not a guy, contrary to popular belief. She's actually in London right now also. She has the flat next to mine. But she's currently visiting her grandparents back in the states. She flies in tomorrow. I went to the University of Texas at 17, graduating a year early since I was homeschooled and recieved my bachelors degree in journalism in three years. I moved her about a month ago to start this internship with the company you went to yesterday, interviewing celebrities when I can and otherwise writing small snipits for the newspaper. I love London. You are the only people that have actually noticed me here." Jovy says, ending her little monologue with a deep breath.
"Sounds like you have a life you really enjoy. How old is your brother?" Zayn asks.
"He's seventeen. He's still in Austin being homeschooled," Jovy says, not mentioning who he was being schooled by. "His name is Jake. He's a wonderful kid. He's looking into colleges right now. I'm so proud of him."
They go on talking about Jovy's life as she tells maniacal stories of her brother and her and the kids that live in the condo complex. They laugh and seem to really like her, which makes me over-the-roof happy. Somehow they begin debating the issue about whether Batman is better or Iron man. My friends, everyone. They can never talk about something real or important.
We begin watching a movie, I believe it's called Red Dawn. The room is silent for a good hour as people watch the movie. All is pieceful until Jovy gets bored.
"Ugh! Let's do something fun! This party is so dead!" Jovy whines.
I laugh but stop immediately when Niall and Liam and Zayn all say at the same time, "Your mom is dead!"
My heart stops as Jovy tenses beside me. I look into her eyes and see pain and distance and shock as she tears up and looks past me at the wall.
"Jovy," I say carefully, taking her shoulders and turning her toward me a little. "Hey, listen to me. It was a joke. They were joking. They had no idea what happened to your parents. Jovy please listen." I beg and beg but her tears spill over and she makes a choking sound. She covers her mouth with her hand and stands up, racing into the kitchen. I hear her begin to sob.
"Holy shit," Niall says, standing up, a look of grief and shock plastered on his face.
"What's wrong?" Liam says, looking at me.
I sigh and meet his eyes sadly. "Her mom really is dead. Her dad, too. They died in a car accident three years ago."
Notes
Oh no! Poor Jovy!! Let's see what happens next:) hope y'all are liking the story!With love,
lifeisabook
5/31/13