#jojoimagines

Hawking papes wasn’t exactly JoJo’s perfect idea of a Saturday. But it made him money and got him food. Even got him a family.

The summers were the worst. Hot and muggy, and he barely made any money.

But for some reason this particular Saturday morning, smack dab in the middle of July, was booming with business.

It must have been the headline-a terrifying terminal illness was going around, and it was going to take anybody and everybody in New York. The suckers ate it up. He was getting customer after customer, and a crowd was forming around him.

Oh, you waited so long

Sometimes it's hard to stand out

And you don't have to do anything else

But be yourself

Oh, whoa, oh

You, you dressed up so nice

But all I could see was your eyes

And the crowd came and pulled you away

And then you were gone

Oh, whoa, yeah

JoJo knew that girls payed attention to him while he was working. It was a perk of the job. But this girl...she was different. Gorgeous (Y/E/C) eyes, hair pulled back, but some fly-aways, framing her face. She was dressed up nicely. She payed a dime-a whole dime for a pape. And then she disappeared back into the crowd.

Was she even real? JoJo asked himself.

And I don't even know your name

All I remember is that smile on your face

And it'll kill me everyday

'Cause I don't even know your name

“I have to find ‘er!” JoJo exclaimed to Race.

“Who?”

“I don’t know….but she was beautiful. Dressed up all fancy. Racer, you’se got to help me find ‘er!”

“How can I if we don’t even know ‘er name?”

“I know ‘er face. ‘Er smile, ‘er eyes. I kinda got lost in ‘em Racer! They were so beautiful! Oh Racer, please help me?”

Race took pity on the love-sick JoJo, and agreed to help him find this mysterious girl.

“She was dressed up real nice. Maybe Katherine knows ‘er! Katherine is pretty high-and-mighty in the social class. And even if she doesn’t know ‘er, ‘er fadder might.”

Oh, everywhere that I go

I see your face, and it kills me to know

That you'll never know what you did to me

And now you're gone

Yeah, I can't stop thinking 'bout you

The search started the next day.

Race and JoJo took the pape selling farther than they have gone, but still in Manhatten.

JoJo saw her in his dreams the night before, and he just wanted to find her. He wanted to tell her about how smitten he was with her, even though he had only seen her once.

The night before, they asked Katherine to help, and that’s what she was doing while they were selling papes.

“I keep seein’ ‘er face, wherever I go. She’s always there Racer, somewhere in my mind.”

“You’re going crazy JoJo.”

I'm running, I'm searching

And I don't know where to start

I'm dying, my love, you punched a hole right through my heart

And I won't stop, stop looking

'Til I hold you in my arms

'Cause I'm running, I'm running, I'm running

“I won’t stop lookin’ for ‘er. Not until I meet ‘er, and know ‘er name. Take ‘er on a date. Do you think she’d go for me? What do those fancy rich girls like Katherine? Do they like the flowers and the dinner…’cause I’m not sure I can afford that.”

“JoJo, if she likes you, she’ll like anything you do for her.”

And I don't even know your name

All I remember is that smile on your face

And it'll kill me everyday

'Cause I don't even know your name.

A week passed. JoJo was quite distraught that he hadn’t seen the girl at all, that nobody had.

“Excuse me, can I get a paper?”

JoJo looked up from his feet, and made eye contact with her. Those eyes.

“You!”

“Me?”

“Racer, it’s her!” JoJo exclaimed. “Hello miss, I’m JoJo.”

He took her hand in his and pressed his lips to it, making sure to be a true gentleman. She laughed and her face flushed.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Listen, (Y/N). It’s wonderful to meet you, ‘cause you’se been drivin’ me crazy since I saw you last. Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“I would love that JoJo.”