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Hermés woke up feeling warm, comfortable. She felt content, although she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. Hermés fluttered her eyes open, with a small smile. She let the warm light in the room welcome her to consciousness while she blinked out the sleepiness from her eyes. She was calm, undisturbed-happy, even. 


Until she realized that her head was steadily and slowly moving up and down. 


Hermés darted her eyes on her surroundings instead of focusing on nothing. Then it hit her. Her head was resting on Jolyne’s chest while she hugged onto her like a stuffed animal. The arm under Jolyne’s body was numb from her weight, and Hermés’ other arm was resting gently on top of her strong stomach. Did Hermés feel abs? Did Jolyne have fucking abs? Hermés couldn’t think too much about that considering that her head was resting on Jolyne’s boob. Oh yeah, Hermés’ head WAS ON JOLYNE’S BOOB. 


Hermés (of course) started freaking out. More so than ever. Her heart was beating out of her chest so hard she felt like she was going to throw up. Of course she couldn’t do that though because her head was smashed onto Jolyne’s tiddy-which was very comfortable to lay on. Like a warm pillow that was very squishy and s-


Hermés was getting off track. She needed to get out of this predicament before Jolyne woke up. If she woke up what would she think? Would she be disgusted? Would she think that Hermés was just using her for free cuddles? Would she think it’s weird? Is that why she was gone when Hermés woke up yesterday? Did she do this yesterday too? Did Jolyne think she’s too clingy? They’re not even DATING why would she be cuddling with her best friend?


Hermés really needs to stop thinking so much. 


After sitting for a moment in complete anxiety and thinking about what the fuck she could do . Hermés finally worked up enough confidence to move. She slowly lifted her head off of Jolyne’s chest to sit up a bit better. Then she untangled her legs with Jolyne. Every so often she would glance back at Jolyne to see if she was still sleeping. Thankfully she was. After that, she scooched the other direction to add more space between them. Then Hermés slowly retracted her completely numb arm from under Jolyne. She grumbled in her sleep, but thankfully didn’t wake. 


Hermés sighed in relief as she fully sat up in bed. Hermés looked out the window to only see that the sun was barely peeking over the horizon.Hermés scoffed and checked the time on her phone. It was 7am. No way in hell she was getting up now. Once her arm gained consciousness again, she slowly layed back down, hoping that she wouldn’t disturb Jolyne. 


After twenty minutes of her heart exploding after Jolyne only slightly moved, Hermés decided that she couldn’t do that anymore. She slid out of bed and gathered some clothes to change into. As she was changing Hermés begged that Jolyne didn’t wake up, because that would be extremely awkward. 


Thankfully nothing happened and Hermés exited the room without Jolyne waking up. 


The hallways of the estate are a lot more colder than smaller rooms. Probably because it was a larger area to warm up. It wasn’t just physical warmth however, the hallways in the estate are a lot more empty. Sure, there were pictures hanging up. Sure, there’s trim and designs set in place. But there’s no life in the walls. It all feels too artificial. It’s not like Jolyne’s room and how she has chipped paint, holes in the wall and posters falling down and plastered everywhere. It’s not like Coco Jumbo where the entire room is met with a red hue because of the red tinted skylight. It has stains from split drinks and ripped couches from rowdy teenagers. Hermés was starting to understand why Jolyne wanted to say more independent. This life seemed boring alone. 


Hermés yawned. She was tired. Why has she been so jumpy around Jolyne lately? Why does she always feel her heartbeat pick up when they touch each other? Why does she blush so much now? Why has she been so anxious lately? Where did “scary, brash Hermés” go to? She’s always been more relaxed and less defensive around Jolyne, but now she’s only less defensive. She doesn’t feel relaxed at all half the time. It’s not like she’s uncomfortable with the touching, at least she doesn't think so. The touch is almost comforting sometimes. So why does touching make her feel so anxious? Jolyne is-


“Hello Hermés!” Holly greeted her. Hermés found herself in the kitchen. She would really stop thinking so much. It’s becoming a problem. 


Holly giggled, “You seem a little tired. Coffee?” Holly gestured to the coffee machine and lifted a mug. 


“Oh. Uh. Yes....please.” Hermés' brain felt like it was running on a computer from 20 years ago.


Hermés sat down on a stool by the island in the kitchen. Holly hummed softly as she made the coffee. A few minutes later, Holly came over with 2 mugs of steaming coffee and sat across from her. Hermés thanked Holly as she gave her the mug. When the coffee was cool enough, Hermés took a sip of the coffee. It had a hint of a honey taste in it. 


Holly started a conversation about something. Hermés wasn’t really listening. She was just staring at Holly and nodding once in a while. Hermés was mostly just entranced by the pure motherly energy coming from her. From her hair to the way that she talked, poured a wonderful loving mother. She always seemed so happy and cheerful, she liked cooking, she loved her children to death. It almost made Hermés jealous of Jolyne. Hermés’ mother was gone and her father barely ever around. Hermés was lucky enough to have Gloria around to raise her, even though she was only ten years older than her.  


A question from Holly shook Hermés from her thoughts, “Anywho, I feel like I’m talking too much about myself. Tell me about yourself.” 


“Oh, uh, I’m going to college because of a sports scholarship and I’m majoring in genetics,” explained after a little hesitation. 


Holly looked surprised, “Genetics and a sports scholarship? You have the brains and the bronze, no wonder why Jolyne likes you so much.”


“Ah, I’m not that smart. I’m mostly just interested in cloning. That shit just interests me a lot.” Then she fully understood Holly’s comment and blushed, “Jolyne likes me a lot? You’ve barely seen us together, how do you know?” Hermés blurted out. Mentally, she smacked herself because of how rude that could sound. 


Thankfully, Holly didn’t take it the wrong way. She softly smiled, “Jolyne has only ever brought up Romeo and you from Florida. She only ever lets me meet people unless they’re extremely important to her. If anything, she likes you more than she liked Romeo, it took a year and a half to bring him up here.” 


Hermés frowned. She still didn’t really know what happened with Romeo exactly, but she knows it was extremely bad. Like worse than cheating on you bad. But after Hermés fully digested the statement, she blushed even harder. Did Jolyne actually like her that much? Or did she only pick her because she needed someone to play along with her ruse? 


Holly giggled after seeing Hermés face. 


The conversation continued from there. It was nice, talking to someone like this. She was so calm and happy. It honestly reminded her of Gloria. She couldn’t decide if that should make her feel happy or sad. Honestly, ever since Gloria’s death she was completely lost. 


After a while, Jotaro dragged himself into the kitchen and towards the coffee machine. 


“Jotaro!” Holly exclaimed, running over to him and hugging him. Jotaro just pushed her off. 


“Mom, it’s too fucking early,” Jotaro drawled, looking like he was extremely dead inside. 


This is exactly what Hermés imagined a tired late 20s year old would look like. His hair was uncombed, the bags and dark circles under his eyes were massive, and he was slouching over the coffee machine as if it was his life line. If it wasn’t for the fact that Hermés didn’t know how to feel about Jotaro yet, she probably would’ve laughed. 


When Jotaro got his coffee, he turned around and gave Hermés a cold glance while he passed her to the dining room. 


“Have fun writing your thesis, sweety!” Holly enthusiastically waved goodbye. Jotaro grunted in response like some kind of caveman. 


Hermés still didn’t know how to feel about Jotaro. Jolyne has complained about him a lot to her, all things said have been bad. Apparently he went on a vacation when Holly was extremely ill and Jolyne was still young. Besides that, he’d alway ignore his family and be rude. However, Holly’s interaction with Jotaro still seemed to be loving and understanding. Was Jolyne just over exaggerating or did Hermés not get the full picture? 


After talking to Holly for a bit more, Hermés eventually left to check on Jolyne. Hermés checked the time and holy shit it was 8 am. Hermés and Holly managed to talk for an entire hour. Hermés was surprised that she managed to not fuck it up. Considering how…foul some of the Hermés speech patterns can get, Hermés was almost proud of herself for staying (for the most part) family friendly. 


Once Hermés got to Jolyne’s room and opened the door, she saw Jolyne hugging Hermés pillow, still sleeping. Hermés could’ve honestly passed out in that moment. Hermés' breath caught in her throat.


God, why is Jolyne so cute she thought. Hermés then immediately felt bad for thinking that. Hermés was being creepy. Jolyne and Hermés are friends . Why would she even think that her best friend sleeping is cute? That’s not a friend thing to say? That’s something a girlfr-


Jolyne violently sitting up, made Hermés jump. Jolyne looked towards Hermés, wide-eyed, pillow still wrapped in her arms, saw her standing awkwardly in the doorway. Jolyne then looked towards Hermés’ pillow in her arms and turned an aggressively red color. 

“SORRY!” Jolyne screamed as she threw the pillow towards Hermés, hitting her square in the face.


Hermés caught the pillow in her hands and replied back, now equally as red, “It’s not your fault. You were fucking sleeping, for christ’s sake.”


Hermés failed to mention the way she woke up in the morning. 


“Oh, okay then.” Jolyne said, leading to an awkward silence. 


After a few moments, Hermés very awkwardly said, “Well… uh… I’m going to get some breakfast, so if you want to join me you can.” 


“Oh yeah. I’ll be down in like 5 minutes.” 


“Alright, bye.” Hermés closed the door and she wanted to scream. That was probably the most awkward conversation she had with Jolyne in two years. What the hell is happening? 


In 7 minutes Jolyne arrived downstairs, fully clothed, but without her usual hairstyle up. She seemed much more calm from a few minutes ago. She greeted Hermés as if nothing happened. Hermés tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach and her quickening heartbeat. 


Jolyne started scouring the cabinets and refrigerator looking for food. After about 3 minutes of going back and forth Jolyne groaned and announced that there was “nothing” to eat. 


“Well, damn Jolyne I’d imagine in this big ass house there would be at least something to eat,” Hermés replied with a sly smile. 


Jolyne glared at her, “Just because I have a large house doesn’t mean that we always have a lot of food. Our food supply is actually getting pretty low. Actually, I think Roses is grocery shopping right now,” she started mumbling at the end, drifting off into thought. 


“Okay, cool, but what are we gonna have for breakfast if we don’t have any food.” 


“Well,” Jolyne started with an evil smile, “We do have pancake mix-”


“You are not making pancakes.”


“Awwww, but Hermés would you at least let me try to redeem yourself?” Jolyne said with a large smile and sparkling eyes. 


“Last time you said that you made boiled eggs that fucking exploded.”


“C’mon, either no food or food or another funny story to tell, it’s a win win situation.” 


Hermés groaned, knowing there’s no way to tell her no, “Fucking fine, but if one thing goes wrong I’ll make them.” 


For the first 5 minutes everything was going fine. Jolyne was mixing the ingredients in the bowl and it only got mildly messy. Then she pulled out the pan to start cooking them. That’s when Hermés started to get worried. She poured the mixture onto the pan and it started to sizzle. Everything was okay, surprisingly. It didn’t immediately burst into flames so it was better than usual. Then after a few minutes Jolyne grabbed the handle to the pan and backed up slightly. 


For a millisecond Hermés wondered what the hell she was thinking, then it dawned on her. She never got out a spatula. She was gonna try to flip the pancake like the do in goddamn cartoons


“Jolyne don’t flip it like that-” It was already too late. The pancake was already flying through the air. It felt like Hermés was just set in slow motion, she saw the pancake slowly start to fall. She screamed when the pancake fell onto the burner. Jolyne was screaming now too because the uncooked batter went everywhere from splatting on the stove. 


Oh, not to mention it’s a gas stove with an open flame and now the pancake is burning.


Amidst the chaos, Jolyne accidentally knocked over the bowl with the pancake batter in it, splattering it on the floor.   


After the initial shock of everything, Jolyne turned off the stove while Hermés ran to get the fire extinguisher on the other side of the kitchen. As Hermés was running back to the stove to extinguish the pancake fire, she slipped on the batter that fell on the floor. The fire extinguisher fell to the floor, making the loudest sound Hermés has probably ever heard. Thankfully, Hermés caught herself on the oven door handle, but her hair fell in the burning pancake mix. She slipped and fell on the batter-y floor 


At first, Hermés didn’t notice that her hair was on fire. But when Jolyne was screaming in horror, she noticed the foul smell coming from the top of her head. Good thing Jolyne reacted quickly, because while Hermés was screaming, Jolyne got the fire extinguisher by Hermés feet. She sprayed Hermés straight in the face, drenching her with the foam. After dousing Hermés, Jolyne put out the pancake fire. 


Hermés was wiping off the foam from her face when Jolyne ran over with a paper towel roll. 


“Oh my god, Hermés, are you okay?!” she said, voice dipping with concern. It reminded Hermés of Holly. 


“Yeah, I’m good.”


“Did it get in your eyes?”


“Uhhh, no. I don’t think so.” 


Hermés opened her eyes, to see Jolyne squatting down next to her, staring at her with the utmost concern. They started at each other for a moment, and Jolyne eventually started smiling. 


At the same time, they burst out laughing. It was the kind of laugher where you literally cannot stop, even if you try. They were laughing so hard, they were crying and rolling down on the floor with the concoction of pancake mix and fire extinguisher foam. 


Then the fire alarm started going off, and Tomoko ran into the room. 


“What the fuck happened?!” Tomoko screamed with concern, confusion, and anger. 


Jolyne and Hermés just burst out laughing again. Tomoko looked equally horrified and unamused. 


George walked by, saw the chaos in the room and just mumbled, “Dumbass kids”. 


Once they calmed down from their laughing fit, Holly arrived at the scene. Holly looked morbidly worried and ran over to the two. 


“Oh my goodness! Jolyne, Hermés are you alright? Why are you on the floor? Why is Hermés covered in foam? Why is the fire alarm going off? What happened?”


“Yeah, girls, what happened?” Tomoko echoed, placing a hand on her hip.


“Jolyne tried to cook pancakes,” Hermés put simply. 


Tomoko groaned and face palmed. 


Holly sighed, “Jolyne, next time you wanna cook, have someone teach you. Don’t try to do it yourself.” 


Jolyne rolled her eyes, “Alright Mom.” 


“You too can take a shower. I’ll clean up and make you some breakfast,” Holly smiled, helping them up. 


Jolyne hugged her mother, “Thank you Mom!” 


Watching interactions between Jolyne and Holly made Hermés feel bittersweet. It was cute and made her happy that Jolyne has such a wonderful mother, but it also made her sad and maybe a little jealous. Hermés never had a mother. Sure, she had Gloria. Sure, she was her mother figure. But she was only ten years older than her. Even then, she didn’t have the full maturity to raise a child. 


Hermés followed Jolyne to her room. 


Now in closed doors Jolyne looked incredibly guilty. 


“Hermés I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” 


Hermés chuckled, “Look it’s okay, I’m not mad.” 


“I was just trying to make you breakfast, and I ruined our morning!” Jolyne complained. 


“Jolyne, it’s okay really. You made our morning a lot more interesting, that doesn’t mean you ruined it. It was fucking funny.” 


Jolyne smiled, “Yeah, it was,” Then, Jolyne’s smile dropped once more. She walked over to Hermés and gently held a few of her braids. 


“Is your hair okay? I know how important your hair is to you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to have it catch on fire.” 


Hermés couldn’t speak. Jolyne was so close to her, softly holding her hair. Hermés could smell Jolyne’s lime shampoo, she could hear her breathing, she could see Jolyne’s individual eyelashes. Hermés' heart felt like it was climbing up her mouth. 


After Hermés didn’t respond, Jolyne looked up. That was a mistake. Or a blessing. Considering how you’d interpret it. Jolyne’s face was extremely close to Hermés. Their noses were mere inches apart. Hermés stood wide eyed, staring at Jolyne. She could see everything on her face. Jolyne light freckles, her faded scars, she could even see the small gold flakes in Jolyne’s otherwise green eyes. Hermés could only think one thing in that moment: she is beautiful


After a split second of Jolyne processing everything, Jolyne’s face turned bright red, and she jumped back 5 feet. 


She coughed and said loudly, “Well we better get clean now. So uh- I’ll bring you to the bathhouse.” 




Jolyne wasn’t over exaggerating when she said bathhouse. In the basement of the estate (because of course this mansion needed a basement too), there was a small pool with doors around it. The room was literally steamy. The light dusting of water vapor stood stagnant in the air. The entire room had a comfortable feel to it. It was humid and hot, but it was cozy. It reminded Hermés of the greenhouse. 


“Okay so we have 2 bathtubs and 3 showers. Oh! We also have a sauna in the back there,” Jolyne pointed to a room on the other side of the room with a large sliding door, “The baths are on the left and the showers are on the right. You can pick whatever you’d like.” 


Jolyne smiled with a thumbs up and walked over to the showers. After a moment of hesitance, Hermés decided to take a bath, because god she needed it. 


While in the bath, for a moment, she forgot she was in her best friend’s childhood home. It felt like she was some kind of millionaire. 


Once she was clean and clothed and exited the small bathroom into the bathhouse, she saw Jolyne sitting on a chair by the stairs. 


“Yesssss,” she said when she saw Hermés, “You’re out, now let’s get food. I’m starving.”


On their way up to Jolyne’s room to drop their shower things off, Jolyne glanced over to Hermés. 


“You never answered my question by the way,” she stated. “Is your hair okay.” 


Hermés’ mind for a split second flashed back to Jolnye’s face being close enough to ki-


Hermés didn’t let herself finish that thought. 


“Yeah, it’s good,” Hermés answered, looking down at her braids. Hoping that she wasn’t acting weird. 


“Okay cool,” Jolyne replied when they reached her room. Jolyne literally chucked her shower things on her bed and then exclaimed, “FOOOOOOOD,” like some kind of kindergartener. 


Hermés simply chuckled and rolled her eyes. 


They arrived in the kitchen to see it completely clean and Holly preparing something that smelled wonderful . Holly cheerfully greeted the girls as they walked in. The Josuke brothers were also there and they jumped up from their seats when they entered. Josuke (the actual Josuke) practically ran to them and grabbed Jolyne’s wrist before pulling them out. 


“We’ll be back before the food’s done Aunt Holly, we just need to talk for a second!” Josuke then pushed Jolyne and Hermés into the dining room. 


Jolyne and Hermés glanced at each other suspicious of the brothers’ actions. 


Josuke had an evil smile on his face and nudged Gappy. Gappy sighed and said, “We’re going to prank Speedwagon.” 


“You guys are what?” Jolyne replied with wide eyes. 


“Prank Speedwagon,” Josuke stated, smile growing wider. 


“And why are you guys gonna do that?” Hermés asked.


“So there’s this running joke, where Speedwagon refuses to tell us how Uncle Jonathan and he met,” Gappy explained, “He always changes the story whenever we ask. I think last time he said that they met at a skatepark,I’m pretty sure Jonathan doesn’t even know what a skateboard is .” 


Hermés shook the image of Jonathan and Speedwagon skateboarding out of her head, “What would y’all even do to prank him?” 


Josuke shrugged, “I dunno, that’s why we’re asking you.” 


Jolyne got up from her chair, “Well, I’m in. Hermés you wanna be my partner in crime?” 


Hermés rolled her eyes, “Why not?”


After they were done scheming and trying to figure out what to do, they returned to the kitchen to eat some food. In about 2 minutes, Holly was done. They sat down and ate and god , it was the best thing Hermés has eaten. Hermés recalled Jolyne saying something about her mother being an amazing cook. She wasn’t lying. Hermés never knew that pancakes and bacon could taste so good. 


After cleaning up and thanking Holy profusely for the food, the four of them scutteled out of the kitchen to find their target. The four found Speedwagon sitting in the living room, sipping a cup of coffee while talking to Jonathan. They looked at each other before nodding and carrying out their plan. 


The Josuke Twins waltzed into the room, and started talking to Speedwagon and Jonathan. For whatever reason the Josukes somehow got them to get up and leave the room. And perfect Speedwagon left his coffee on the table. Jolyne devilishly grinned at Hermés before pulling out quick dry superglue. 


Giggling, the girls glued Speedwagon’s glue to the table. After about a minute they checked to see if it’s dry or not, but they heard Jonathan’s huge voice coming closer. Jolyne and Hermés ran away, to behind the door. Once Speedwagon and Jonathan sat back down, Jolyne and Hermés walked in to see the prank unfold. 


“And that’s how I accidentally got stuck in a planting pot,” Gappy concluded. 


“That’s very interesting Gappy,” Speedwagon replied with a small smile. 


Jolyne and Hermés sat down on a loveseat close by, but didn’t join the conversation Jonathan continued with Speedwagon. 


When Speedwagon grabbed the mug to drink his coffee, he pulled, but the glass didn’t move. He put on an incredibly confused face. Hermés saw Jolyne trying to hold in her laughs. Hermés herself was struggling to control the smirk forming on her face. 


Speedwagon continued to struggle to lift his mug up. Jonathan somehow didn’t notice. Speedwagon tried to play it cool and whenever Jonathan looked his way, he just smiled. At this point, Jolyne slapped her hands over her mouth to hold in her giggles.


Eventually, the glue gave out and Speedwagon ripped the mug off of the table, spilling coffee all over him. At this exact moment, the Josukes, Jolyne, and Hermés bursted out laughing. Jonathan stood up to run and get some napkins. Speedwagon just sat with the same surprised face on, completely in shock. Jonathan ran back and started cleaning off the small man. Speedwagon snapped out of it, thanking Jonathan. 


Jonathan turned around towards the culprits, hands on his hips and with an angry face on, “Were you kids responsible for this?”


Josuke started rolling on the floor laughing and Gappy seemed to be hyperventilating. Jolyne was screaming that she couldn’t breathe. Hermés was full on cackling. 


Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows further, “Apologise to Robert right now.”


“Nono Jonathan,” Speedwagon said, walking up to the group with a large brown stain on his shirt, “They don’t need to apologize. It was quite funny. They just can’t cry when I prank them so hard next year.” 


“Sure Speedweed, sure ,” Josuke replied after catching his breath. 


Speedwagon made an indescribable sound, “Did you just call me Speedweed ?” 


“Yes, he calls you that a lot,” Gappy exposed, after calming down. 


Speedwagon burst out laughing, “Oh you hear that Jonathan? Speedweed!” 


As Speedwagon was laughing his balls off, the four sneaked out of the room and ran to Coco Jumbo, before all collapsing on the floor into a pile of guffaws . Johnny who was playing some horse racing video game raised an eyebrow and asked, “Now what the hell did you guys do?” 


“We set the kitchen on fire then pulled a prank on Speedwagon,” Jolyne smiled. 


“And then Josuke called him Speedweed and he lost his shit ,” Hermés continued. 


“You guys set the kitchen on fire?!” Gappy exclaimed. 


“That explains why I woke up to screaming,” Johnny deadpanned. Turning back to his game.


“Who started the fire?” Josuke asked, controlling himself enough to ask the question. Although he still looked like he was ready to burst out in laughter in any second.  


“Who do you think,” Jolyne sarcastically replied, “It was I, of course.”


“Y’all are fucking idiots,” Johnny sighed. Still looking at his game. 


Josuke chuckled, “Holy shit, he said it! Johnny said it!! Say it again!” 


Johnny turned back to the group, looking incredibly annoyed. But he succumbed to his younger cousins pleading faces and sighed once more, “Y’all,” Johnny looked tired. 


Josuke broke down into a pile of giggles again. “Go country boy, go” Jolyne cheered, which made Josuke and Gappy laugh even harder. 


Johnny rolled his eyes, as if this had happened before. 


After they calmed down, Josuke sighed and after a moment of silence he asked, “Hey you guys wanna play Mario again?” 


“Fuck yeah,” Hermés smiled.


“Sure,” Johnny shrugged, “Besides, I’ve been wantin’ a rematch with Jolyne’s gal pal.” 


Jolyne chuckled, “Alright.” 


The word gal pal threw Hermés out of the loop. She hasn't been called Jolyne’s girlfriend all day. For most of the day, Hermés just felt like she’s just been hanging out with Jolyne, not dating her. Honestly, just to think she’s convinced so many people that they’re dating was a little astonishing.  


Gappy decided to not play and just go to his room, (Jolyne added it was probably to talk to his girlfriend, Gappy said it was so they didn’t have to connect the two Wiis together). 


After an hour of Hermés completely decimating everyone in Mario Kart, Johnny threw down his remote and angrily rolled away. 


“Is he actually angry or…”  Hermés questioned. 


“Oh no, if he was actually was angry he’d probably try to murder you,” Jolnye stated as if that was a perfetly normal thing to do. 


Hermés couldn’t believe this insane family. 



Later that day, while Jolyne and Hermés were calling FF, Joseph burst into Jolyne’s room (yes, without knocking). 




“Bro what the fuck, knock, we could’ve been making out.” Jolyne scolded him, “Also I’ll love to join your dance off” 


Joseph laughed, “Oh yeah, you guys are dating. I almost forgot.” 


“Joseph!” Jolyne exclaimed. 


“I’m sorry you guys just don’t show a lot of PDA! I guess I’m just used to Johnny and Gyro being so handsy,” Joseph made an awkward laugh, “Anyways, I already gathered everyone into Coco Jumbo. Come down in like 5 minutes.” 


Joseph had another awkward laugh and slammed  the door. 


“Trouble in paradise?” FF’s incredibly sarcastic voice rang out through the phone. 


Hermés clicked her tongue, “Fuck off.” 


FF laughed, “Anyways, I’m going to be going back to the dorms tonight, so I’ll have far better connection next time we call.” 


“Did you enjoy your little...vacation? Reuniting?” Jolyne looked confused at herself. 


FF giggled and they rolled their eyes, “I don’t know the word either, but hey you’ve known about human speech eight more years than me! I’d imagine you’d know more words than me.” 


“Jolyne is shit at English and you know this,” Hermés stated. 


“I know sign language in multiple languages though!” Jolyne defended herself.  


“Really?” Hermés and FF said in unison. They did not believe her.


“Yeah!” Jolyne flipped Hermés off, “This means fuck you in english. This means fuck you in French. This means fuck you in Japanese. And this means fuck you in Italian, specifiacally Naples style,” Jolyne smiled, doing the apprioppiate hand single for each language. 


“That is not sign language,” Hermés couldn’t help to crack a smile. 


“Yes it is! Fuck you,” Jolyne swore, doing each hand gesure in a fluid motion. 


FF cackled on the other end of the line.


“Anyways guys, I’m gonna leave so you guys can have your dance off or whatever!” FF 

waved then her connection was lost. 


After a beat of silence, Hermés asked, “Why why is Joseph having a dance off?” 


Jolyne looked at her blatantly, “Do you really think I have any idea what’s going through that man’s head?” 


“Good point.” 


After some more silence Jolyne stood up and announced, “We should go.”


Hermés nodded and followed Jolyne out the door. 


While walking down the long halls, Hermés tried to swallow the bubbles of anxiety surfacing again. Hermés haven't danced in years how the hell is she supposed to compete in the dance off? Doing Just Dance? Hermés tried to think the last time she danced. She was what? Twelve? Hermés glanced over to Jolyne. She looked calm enough to not be panicking. 


She met Hermés’ eyes, then held her hand, “I almost forgot!” She echoed Joseph. 


Great. Now Hermés has to try not to panic about the dance off and Jolyne handing her hand. 


The two arrived at Coco Jumbo and everyone was there, except Johnny. Even Jotaro was there. What kind of black magic did Joseph pull to make Jotaro of all people to participate in a dancing competition? 


When Joseph saw the “couple” arrive he put on a shit eating grin and exclaimed, “Hey! Took you guys long enough!” 


Jolyne traveled through Hermés' line of sight and saw Jotaro. She looked confused then whispered to Joseph, “How the fuck did you get my brother here.”


“I have my ways,” Joseph confidently answered. 


“He promised Jotaro that he wouldn’t annoy him for the rest of the break if he wins,” Giorno explained. Hermés almost jumped, when did he even get here


“Oo convincing offer,” Jolyne smirked. 


“Eh, whatever. Now we just have to wait for Johnny,” Joseph concluded. 


“No,” Jotaro appeared behind Joseph, “We should start now, I’ve already wasted enough time here. Johnny will arrive sometime, we can add him in then.” 


Joseph sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Jotaro. “Fine. Let’s start...with the two youngest! Giorno, Gappy, you’re up.” 


“C’mon! Why do I have no go right next to Giorno!” Gappy complained, “He literally went to lessons!” 


Joseph put up his hands, “Rules are rules, little man.” 


“I am not little!” Gappy exclaimed, getting even more annoyed. 


“I’m 5 inches taller than you, I think I’m allowed to call you lit-” 


“Shut the fuck up and do your performance already!” Jotaro yelled, sitting down onto one of the couches. Gappy, a little annoyed, decided to go first instead of Giorno, just to get it over with. 


Once everyone was seated, Gappy started playing Daft Punk on the TV and then started doing the robot for about 30 seconds then he bowed and took a seat. 


“I’d have to admit, that was unexpected, but that’s it?” Joseph complained. 


“Yeah, I was planning on other people going before me, so I’d be more unexpected,” Gappy shrugged, “But whatever, I knew I wasn’t going to win anyways.” 


Once Giorno found the song he wanted on YouTube, he stood in the middle of the room before some kind of classical song started playing. Giorno then broke out into a full choreographed ballet dance. He spun in the air, stood on the tips of his toes, and stretched in many ways that Hermés though wasn’t possible. Although it was a bit ridiculous doing ballet in a living room, it was somehow graceful all the same. 


Once the 5 minutes of the dance was done, Giorno ended with a bow and everyone clapped, still in awe. He sat down, with a smug face on. 


“You know ballet?” Hermés asked Giorno while Josuke was picking his song.


Giorno nodded, “Back when I was still living with Padre, he signed me up for lessons.” 


“Padre?” asked herself, the familiar term rolling off her tongue, “Do you know Spanish?” 




Hermés hummed, she should’ve known. That accent was strong.  She was a little disappointed all the same though. Maybe if she and Giorno shared the same first language they could connect better? Hermés mentally smacked herself, why did she even get her hopes up in the first place? It’s not like earning his trust is going to mean anything in the end. 


Josuke found a Just Dance song and started dancing to Rasputin.  Everyone laughed when Josuke fell down trying to do the kicking part of the song. When the song finished, he did an over exaggerated bow and sat down next to his brother. 


“I wish I thought of that,”  Gappy complained. 


“I know, dude. I’m a genius,” Josuke replied with a confident smirk. 


Joseph huffed, a little disappointed that no one was taking it seriously, “Alright, Jolyne you’re up next.” 


Jolyne got up and took a deep breath. Instead of pulling something up on the TV, she got out her phone and started blasting music. She continued to start doing a Tik Tok dance. It was one of the ones that were meant for the incredibly straight girls . It was kind of scary. Nothing about Jolyne said that she was straight. Her whole aura screams that she likes girls. Seeing Jolyne doing the straightest kind of dances was surprising to say the least. The most concerning thing to Hermés though was the fact that she knew how to do it, she’s done it before. 


Once Jolyne was done, she sat next down to Hermés. Hermés just stared blankly at her.


“What the FUCK was that?” Joseph asked.


Jolyne groaned, “Gwess made me do it with her once, and now that stupid fucking dance has been stuck in my head.” 


“To be honest Jolyne, you doing a Tik Tok thot dance was the last thing I expected,” Josuke confessed. 


Jolyne laughed, “Yeah that’s mostly why I did it.” 


“Hermés being suspiciously quiet right now,” Giorno pointed out. 


Everyone set their eyes on Hermés. Hermés couldn’t say anything, so she just made an ‘um’ sound. 


“Oh my god, babe!” Jolyne laughed, “Are you blushing?” 


Hermés was definitely not blushing. Nope. Why would she be blushing after that? There’s no reason to. Sure, she found some of the tik tokers hot, but this was Jolyne . Her friend. There’s no way she can be blushing.


Laughter erupted in the room, “Dude she’s blushing even harder!” Gappy proclaimed. 


Of course the only reason why she was blushing now is from embarrassment. It’s not like Hermés found Jolyne hot doing that dance. Nope. No way.  


“Aww guys stop you’re embarrassing her. Plus there’s no reason why you guys should be laughing. It’s perfectly normal to find your significant other attractive,” Jolyne explained, sitting on Hermés lap, throwing her arms over Hermés neck. 


Hermés felt like she was about to explode. She was suddenly very aware of all her senses. She noticed how her face was burning, how her entire body felt like it was buzzing in place. Her heart felt like it was going to rupture over how fast it was beating. Hermés wondered if Jolyne could feel it. 


“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Jotaro huffed from across the room. Hermés jumped a little. She forgot he was here. 


Jolyne did an over-exaggerated gasp, “Jotaro, my dear brother, are you being protective over me?” 


Jotaro for a moment, widened his eyes, then putting on a neutral face again he explained, “No, it’s just gross.” 


“There he is,” Joylne said in a monotone voice, unimpressed.


“Anyways!” Joseph spoke up, “Hermés how old are you?”


“I’m 21,” she replied, doing her best to ignore Jolyne is still sitting in her lap. 


“Alright, Johnny’s up next!” Joseph’s smile dropped, “And he’s still not here. I guess it’s your turn then.” 


Hermés nervously got up, picking up Jolyne with her, then placing her back down on the couch. As Hermés was reaching for the remote, she heard someone (probably Josuke) snickering that Jolyne was being manhandled. 


Hermés found an old hip hop song that she remembered dancing to with Gloria. Hermés smiled. She didn’t know if it was from nervousness or nolgista. Hermés went to the middle of the room and started hopping along with the beat. She started with pretty basic moves that anyone could do. Then she dropped to the floor and started to spin and move along with the beat. Soon enough she was spinning, twisting, hopping and flipping along to the beat of the song. Albeit, sometimes she would fumble and trip, you could tell that she hasn’t done it in a while. However, the Joestars were blown away by the fact that Hermés could breakdance for them to care (or notice). 


Once Hermés was done, she was breathing heavy and smiling. She almost forgot how fun it was. It reminded Hermés of running her cross country tournaments; exhilarating. The song stopped and the room was quiet except for Hermés deep breaths. 


Then Jolyne broke the silence with almost yelling, “You can break dance?! Why haven’t you ever told me?!”

Hermés shrugged, “I dunno, I haven’t done it in so long, it wasn’t that important.” 


Josuke screamed, “Hermés PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO BREAKDANCE!”


Hermés raised her hands in defense, “Sorry kid, I barely know how to do it myself. I can’t teach people.” 


“You’re amazing at Mario Kart AND you can breakdance?” Joseph complained, “Is there anything you CAN’T do?” 


“She literally just said she couldn’t tea-” someone commented, before being interrupted by Hermés. 


“I can’t work with children,” Hermés pointed out. 


“That explains a lot,” Giorno deadpanned. Hermés cringed at herself. At least she admitted it. 


“Okay, but Hermés,” Jolyne said once Hermés sat back down, “That was so hot .” 


Jolyne said that so blatantly Hermés needed to reboot for a second. 


“Fuck yeah I am,” Hermés managed to spit out. No, she wasn’t blushing, why would she be blushing? (she was blushing)


“Anyways!” Joseph announced, “My turn!” Joseph selected his song, then stood in the middle of the room before saying, “For this dance, I need a partner,” he had a crooked, almost mischievous, smile, “Jotaro, if you do this with me, I’ll count it as your turn too.” 


Jotaro widened his eyes in realization, “We are not going to do that.” 


“Oh yes we are,” Joseph chided, pulling his cousin into the middle of the room. 


Jotaro practically growled as he got up. Whatever they were about to do, he wasn’t happy about it. 


The two boys stood back to back, before Joseph played the song. Then they broke out into a fully choreographed dance. Hermés then noticed that the lyrics in the song weren't in English. The dancing style was very active and different from what you see in America either. Were they dancing to a k-pop song? 


Jolyne seemed to realize that at the same time as Hermés and her smile grew even wider as she pulled out her phone and started recording. 


The dance only seemed to last for a minute long, but Jotaro looked like he was about to kill Joseph. Then he saw that Jolyne was recording and his frown got even bigger (if that was even possible). 


“I hate you all.” 


“How the hell did you manage to teach Jotaro that?” stars were in Jolyne’s eyes. 


“I have my ways,” he had a smug look on his face. 


“He got drunk last night and cried until I joined him,” Jotaro explained in his same deep monotone voice, “If anything, I’m surprised that you managed to remember the dance.” 


“You’re next line is ‘you’re a dumbass as it is’” Joseph predicted. 


“You’re a dumba-” Jotaro stopped mid sentence once he heard Joseph, “What the fuck.” 


Joseph simply smiled. Then he must’ve seen something out the corner of his eye. He turned to the open door and called out, “Hey Johnny! You’re just in time!” 


Johnny rolled slightly in the room, “Oh you’re still doing this.”


“Yeah! C’mon, you’re last but you can still do your dance!” 


“I can’t dance Joseph,” Johnny put blatantly. 


“Sure you can.” 


“In case, you haven’t noticed, my legs don’t work,” Johnny rebutted, a little annoyance in his voice. 


“You don’t need to use your legs to dance.” 


“Yes, you kinda fuckin’ do,” Johnny’s voice was getting flat out angry at this point. 


“That’s not true, I did the robot and I only used my arms!” Gappy butted in, attempting to calm both of them down. 


“That doesn’t matter, Gappy,” Johnny scoffed.


“Oh no, I get it, you just don’t want to be around me,” Joseph jumped to a conclusion real fast. 


Suddenly, Hermés felt like she shouldn’t be here. It was starting to get personal.


“What the hell? No, Joseph, I just don’t want to look like an idiot dancing out there with no fucking legs!” Johnny snapped. Gripping the arm rests of his wheelchair tightly. 


“You know far well, that we wouldn’t care if you could move your legs or not!” Joseph yelled back. 


“Well I care, Joseph! Everything isn’t always about you!” 


“Hey, guys let’s all try to stay calm here,” Gappy said weakly. 


“I know everything isn’t about me!” Joseph bellowed, completely ignoring Gappy, “But everything isn’t about you either!” 


“I’m not trying to make it about me! Stop trying to make it about you!”


“I’m not the one trying to make myself a little pity party!” 


“Well I’m sorry, I didn’t try to become paralyzed!” 


“Well maybe you didn’t try to kill Nicholas either,” Joseph spitted out like poison. 


The room went dead silent after that. No one spoke. No one even breathed. The only thing you could hear was Joseph’s heavy, angry breaths. The room was so thick with tension, Hermés could almost feel the negativity in the air. She felt like she was swimming in it. She didn’t even know Johnny, but she could feel the pain he had when she saw his face.


After a split second of realization Joseph went pale white, instant regret written on his face. Joseph slapped a hand over his mouth with a gasp. 


“I don’t - I didn’t - You never-” Joseph stuttered to form an apology, Hermés could see a slight shake in his hands. 


Johnny, whose eyes were glistening with tears waiting to fall, and a shaking body either through anger or despair simply said, “No Joseph I heard you perfectly clear.” 


As Johnny rolled out of the room. There was a pregnant silence. Joseph started to walk and go after him, but Gappy put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. 


“What. The. Hell. Joseph!” Jolyne scolded him, standing up in her chair. Vibrating with anger. 


“I didn’t-” 


“Oh, no, don’t give me your stupid ass excuses. You know far well not to bring up Nicholas, especially around Johnny, but to tell him that it was HIS FAULT ?” Jolyne got up into his face, poking his chest to add to the last point. 


Joseph looked, horrified and incredibly guilty, Joseph physically gluped.


“I got...that argument got out of hand. I didn’t mean that.” 


“Of course you didn’t mean that! I know you get out of hand and say stupid shit all the time when you’re angry. But Johnny doesn’t know that! He’s probably been blaming himself all these years and you just made it concret.” Jolyne yelled, progressively getting louder. 


Jolyne looked at all of her other family members. They all looked down, looking guilty or sad. Joseph closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to cry. 


This story felt incredibly familiar to Hermés. 


“Who’s Nicholas?” Hermés asked. She felt like she was in a trance. Like some kind of flashback to where just first lost Gloria and felt hopeless and astray. 


Jolyne looked at her with pain in her eyes. Not only for thinking of her lost cousin but knowing of Hermés lost family too. 


“Nicholas is Johnny’s brother,” Jolyne answered, eyes downcast, “he died 8 years ago.” 


 Hermés took a sharp breath in, then a long exhale. She needed to keep a level head and not break down. Hermés clenched her hands then stood up. 


“I’m going to go talk to him,” Hermés declared. At that moment she caught Jolyne’s eyes. They looked sad, yet hopeful. 


Hermés remembered the day she told Jolyne everything about Gloria. How they lived, how Gloria was basically her mother, how Gloria was murdered. The day was the anniversary of her death and Hermés broke down multiple times, but Jolyne always guided her back up. She told her that it wasn’t her fault that Gloria died and somehow that worked. Hermés must do the same for Johnny. 


 “Do you know where he went?” Hermés asked.


“If Roses shoveled the path yet, he’s probably at the greenhouse,” Giorno answered. 


Hermés did a short nod to Giorno, then she took a deep breath and exited Coco Jumbo. 


Hermés looked out of a 2nd story window and saw Johnny rolling down the stone path to the greenhouse. She mentally thanked Giorno, because she would’ve never thought of going there. Well, that was Johnny’s plan, so it was a smart thing to do. 


Hermés decided to give some time for Johnny to calm down a little, so she didn’t rush to the greenhouse. 5 minutes later she found herself walking down the path in the freezing Connecticut cold to the humid safety of the green house. 


As she walked inside the greenhouse, she saw Gold Experience circling ahead by the larger plants and vines. There she found Johnny looking at the small pond, the same one Jolyne and Hermés sat at the day prior. 


Johnny must’ve heard Hermés approach because he tensed up and growled, “Go away” when Hermés was about 8 feet away. 


Hermés sighed and walked up next to him, “I know, you don’t want to talk and I understand that.” Hermés let a pause stretch. Only hearing the running water of the pond and the occasional chirp of Giorno’s bird.


“Whatever you’re thinking isn’t true,” Hermés said as if it was a fact, “You’re not the reason your brother is dead.” 


Johnny scoffed and did a self deprecating laugh, ‘You know nothing about me.”


“You’re right,” Hermés agreed, “But we’re the same.” 


Johnny looked up at her, confused. 


Hermés took a deep breath, “My sister, Gloria, died 4 years ago. We had some stupid argument, about owing the family resturant. I, of course only 17, wanted to go to college. So I got angry and ran away. Gloria followed me and she must’ve ran into a gang member, so she got shot and thrown into the gutter. The police didn’t care enough to do a proper investigation, so I never found out who did it.” 


Hermés laughed, but there was no humor in it, “Trust me if I knew who it was,they’d be dead by now and I’d be in goddamn prison,” Hermés sighed, “Anyways. for a while, I blamed myself for Gloria’s death. If I didn’t run away, if we just fucking talked things through. She would still be alive.” Hermés' heart ached with a familiar feeling, “But then one day, I realized. I realized that it wasn’t my fault. It was the bastard that shot her.” 


Hermés looked at Johnny and he turned away, towards the pond again. 


“I’m sure the same applies to you,” Hermés finished her monologue. 


Hermés cleared her throat, “Now. I’m sure you have a lot to think about, so I’ll leave you be. Also, I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but Joseph didn’t mean it. He doesn’t blame you, nor anyone else,” Hermés reassured.


“I know,” he replied quietly. Hermés patted him on the arm and started walking away. 


“Hermés?” Johnny’s voice made her pause, “Thank you.” 


Hermés smiled to herself, “No problem.” 



Minutes later she found herself in Jolyne’s room. She flew herself onto the bed and screamed into the pillow. She turned around to stare at the celine. She wasn’t cut out to comfort people. She never knew what to say or how to act. She just hoped that dumping her live story on Johnny like that would help. 


She turned over and threw Jolyne’s blanket on her. It smelt like Jolyne, and it was heavy. It felt like Jolyne was giving her a hug, or if they somehow got in the position they were in the morning. For whatever reason that made Hermés feel warm. 


Hermés shot up in bed and shook her head. God, how tired was she? Jolyne makes her happy because they’re friends . She may not feel like this towards FF because… for some reason. It’s because Jolyne has been friends with her for the longest. Yes, that is the reason. 


Hermés got bored sitting in bed, so she went to go look on her phone. Then she realized she left it in Coco Jumbo and everyone must still be in there, if Jolyne hasn’t left yet. 


Hermés groaned and got out of the comfort of the bed. 


Once Hermés arrived back at Coco Jumbo everyone stared at her. 


Jolyne ran over, screaming her name. She hugged her and started examining her. 


“Um, what are you doing?” 


“Seeing if Johnny hurt you. He didn’t hurt you, right?” Jolyne asked nervously. 


“No? Why would he hurt me?” 


“Johnny tends to get angry while he’s sad or stressed,” Joseph answered sheepishly. He looked terrible. His eyes were puffy and red, his hair was messy (even more than it already was), and there were dried tears on his face. 


“Um, yeah, we just talked. I think I talked him out of something? I don’t know, but he thanked me.” 


Josuke’s jaw dropped to the floor, “He THANKED you? What the hell did you say?”


“What he needed apparently,” Jolyne replied for Hermés. Jolyne was smart. She must’ve guessed that Hermés spilled to Johnny. Hermés was grateful, she didn’t want to expose her past to everyone here. 


Hermés smiled at her and quickly grabbed her phone on the table. 


“I’m kinda tired,” she told Jolyne, “you wanna watch a movie?” 


“Sure,” Jolyne tiredly smiled, she turned to her family, “And you. You guys need to fucking reevaluate yourselves. Think of what I said.” 


Everyone nodded their heads in disappointment. 


Jolyne and Hermés arrived at Jolyne’s room, and they sat down on the bed, both in complete silence, before Jolyne asked, “So what did you actually tell him?” 


“I told him everything about Gloria.” 


“Everything?” Jolyne sat up in the bed, surprised. 


Hermés nodded, “I think I’ve finally accepted her death. It’s easier to tell people now.” 


Hermés knows that it still hurt her, but it was slowly getting better. After she realized that it wasn’t her fault, it was simply just life playing it’s course, she’s been happier and more open about Gloria. 


Jolyne softly smiled at Hermés, proud of Hermés progress. Hermés' heart clenched. The walls in her mind felt like they were slowly breaking down again. 


“Do you know why I’m more accepting?” Hermés asked Jolyne. 


Jolyne’s face went unreadable and she slowly shook her head. 


“Remember freshman year? When I told you everything about Gloria? Well I was still blaming myself then, but made me realize that it wasn’t my fault.”


Realization dawned on Jolyne’s face as Hermés continued. As the walls that Hermés built up were crumbling. 


“I never thanked you for that. You helped more than you can ever imagine. I don’t know why, but at your side, I can cry as hard as I want. And you help me. Unconditionally.” 


The walls that were built so strongly and held up for so long, finally felt like there was no way to fix them, that they were so close for them to be completely knocked down. 


Jolyne looked like she was about to cry. She held a watery smiled and replied, “Hermés, you don’t need to thank me tha-” 


Jolyne was interrupted at a knock on the door. Hermés jumped and built up the walls that she so carefully started to destroy. Suddenly, just like that, the walls were up and Hermés was closed off again. 


Jolyne quickly wiped her eyes and told them to come in. 


Erina came walking in, “The food will be done soon, you should probably go down to dinner.” 


Jolyne smiled, “Thank you Aunt Erina. We’ll come down in a minute.” 


A second after Erina closed the door Jolyne pit on that same coy smile, “Do you really mean that Hermés?”


“Um, I mean, I fucking guess so, it’s nothin’” Hermés backed out. 


Jolyne’s smile faltered, “Oh, um, okay,” Jolyne smiled again, “Now let's get some food.” 


Dinner was awkward to say the least. Only the parents talked. They all looked weary and confused on why the table wasn’t bursting with energy as usual. They happily continued their conversation though. However, about halfway through eating, Johnny made an unexpected quip about something Jonathan said. The whole table burst out laughing. After that, the tension started to ease a little bit and people started talking more. 


By the end of dinner, Johnny seemed to be acting relatively normal again. Hermés concluded that's a way of forgiving Joseph. However, Joseph still seemed a little dodgy. Before, Jolyne and Hermés left the dining room, Hermés saw Johnny and Joseph leaving together. Hermés smiled to herself. 


Several hours later, after watching a few movies with Jolyne, Hermés heard a knock on the door. Hermés opened it so see Johnny.


“Joseph apologised to me,” Johnny stated, “We’re all good now.” 


Jolyne peaked over Hermés shoulder and said, “That’s great dude! I’m glad you guys made up!” 


Johnny rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, “I also kinda wanna thank you both. If it wasn’t for Hermés I’d probably not have accepted his apology and Jolyne for yelling at him.” 


Jolyne laughed, “You’re welcome. Joseph is a dumbass, so you have to yell at him sometimes.” 


Johnny smiled, “Oh trust me, I know all about dumbasses. I’m dating Gyro, for god’s sake.”  


Jolyne laughed. Hermés has no idea who Gyro was, but she laughed anyways.


“Is tomorrow the 22nd?” Johnny asked. 


“Oh shit you’re right,” Jolyne looked surprised that 2 days have already passed. 


“Meet you at 9:53 then?” 


“Hell yeah,” Jolyne agreed. 


After Johnny left and they got situated in bed again Hermés asked, “Why at 9:53 that’s so fucking specific for no reason.” 


“It’s another tradition,” Jolyne laughed, “And yes I know we have a lot of pointless traditions. They’re honestly more like inside jokes.” 


Hermés nodded, still a little confused on why they’re meeting, but she just concluded that she’d just figure it out tomorrow. 


Jolyne and Hermés then fell into a comfortable silence, scrolling through their phones. Until Jolyne awkwardly started a conversation, “So, uh, I’ve been thinking,” Jolyne paused to see if Hermés was listening, “Since Joseph said that he forgot we were dating, do you think we should um...I don’t more PDA?” Jolyne looked nervous, “If that’s okay with you, of course. You’re just my friend, I should be grateful that you’re doing this in the first place.” 


Hermés was definitely not  expecting that. She started to blush for some reason. “Um, I don’t mind it I guess.” 


Jolyne let out a breath and smiled, “God, thank you. I think people are starting to get suspicious,” 


Hermés' mind flashed to Giorno, “You can say that again.” 


Jolyne flushed, “So you’re fine with kissing and shit like that?”


Hermés could feel her own blush creep down her neck, “Um yeah. I guess so.”


Jolyne’s face somehow became even more red, “D-do you maybe wanna practice? So we don’t mess up in front of everyone, of course.” 


Hermés thought of kissing Jolyne in bed here, her head felt like it was about to implode. Hermés didn’t want to kiss Jolyne. She didn’t . But why was she tempted to say yes? 


With a heart beating fast, Hermés replied, “Oh um, nah. We should be fine. We’ve like made out before while drunk, there wouldn’t be much of a difference.” 


Jolyne looked disappointed for a second, then smiled again, “Oh yeah, you’re right. We’ll be fine. Anyways, you wanna go to bed now?” 


Hermés nodded and got up to shut off the light then joined Jolyne in the bed. After getting comfortable Jolyne said, “Thank you Hermés, for doing this for me.” 


“That’s what friends are for,” Hermés replied. She turned around to face the opposite direction to Jolyne, further building up the barrier between the two.