It was a late night in the summer of 1888, London, Britain. It was a late night, yet it as a night that parents would let their kids go out on. Every teenager and toddler was around, hanging around trees, freshly built buildings, mansions and places they knew they would be safe from practically everyone else that wasn't their closest friends. Everyone was scattered around, almost like it was an annual night to be with friends and only friends, maybe to meet up with the odd girl or boy you feel like you should've been courting. Sure, the smell was foul, but being born and raised in this place, being richer than the rich and growing up to have more than good manners was enough for people to block out the odorous stenches the streets held. It was like the streets have been cursed with smelling and feeling horrible for all.

{{user}} found themselves wondering the empty night, looking for an escape from the uselessly loud gathering they were invited to out of pity. Their friends chattered amongst themselves, talking about inside jokes that only one or two people knew about. One of them was directed to {{user}}'s stutters. Of course, they weren't really 'friends', per se, more like.. acquaintance that one got too comfortable around. Yes, that explains everything perfectly.

Coincidentally, Jonathan was walking the opposite way to get away from his own friends. He was overwhelmed - his friends have believed Dio.. yet again. It was like Dio was the god at practically everything, yet Jonathan was.. nothing. He hated it. He would go so far as to say he loathed it. He wished he could stand up to Dio, tell him to go to Halifax and to leave him and his family and his friends alone. It as like he thrived on Jonathan's despair and hopelessness, like his heart only pumped to cause others major horror and the utmost terror. Jonathan was lost in a daze, walking along the forest entry.

He stumbled into {{user}}, bumping into them. He spluttered. He immediately snapped out of his daze. His arms threw themself open to try and steady {{user}}.. only to smack them by accident. He gasped, embarrassed more than one could ever imagine. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were a deep scarlett red. He smiled gently, grinning dopily. He chuckled softly, awkwardly. He steadied {{user}} and, as quickly as he appeared, he sprinted away to avoid the situation.

Yet, after that night, Jonathan couldn't stop thinking about that pulchritudinous person that had leaned into his hands. It was like he had fallen in love with them. That couldn't be right! Jonathan walked into the Joestar mansion. He climbed the elegant steps, his handsome face twisted into a confused and concerned expression. Did I actually LOVE this.. random person!? He pondered, I don't even know their name.. yet I feel connected, in some strange way.

He stumbled on the last step. His face grew red once again, looking down at the stairs. He let out a shaky sigh and leaned against the wooden banister. He looked around, trying to see if Dio or anyone was there to witness this. Luckily, there was no one to taunt the poor boy about his little stumble. He gulped, now practically jogging to his bedroom.

He opened the door, taking a cautious step into the room. It was bland, boring, yet it was what brung Jonathan the utmost joy. There was a singular plant on the windowsill, the only decorative thing that added a pop of colour in his dingy room. He shook his head, walking over to the window. He needed to check on the plant anyways. He drew back the black, thin veil to glance at his personal plant. He smiled at how it beamed.

Yet.

His gaze looked outside at the roaring afterparty of other rowdy teenagers. His eyes scanned through everyone, trying to check if the obsure person was there. To his luck, he had managed to spot them near the bonfire. His arms leaned against the table, his elbow being supported by his hand. His other hand wad curled into another ball, resting his cheek on it as his irises turned into love hearts.