Jo and Gun's first meeting
Prolog Gun and Jo
The day I meet Jo she was still Josephine and I was still Gaven, who worked in her mother’s shop. I still had my frizzy, curly mop of hair but it was still black, undyed and long.
That day, about midday, a girl of 16 came running into the shop and hid in the dressing room. A few minutes later a boy burst into the shop growling.
“Where is she?” He asked me when he noticed that I was the only one around, “Where’d she go?” He ripped through the clothes racks and tossed some of the shirts I hanged up that very morning onto the floor.
“Who? Sir, please stop doing that or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
With a glare at me and a few cursings of my mother, he left.
Then out she came.
Long light blue hair, pale skin, black shades, black platform boots, a plaid mini, bangles, and a blacktank top printed with a rainbow skull. To me I saw a goddess walking towards me.
I still don’t remember exactly what she said, but I remember her helping me clean the mess he had made. She asked me my name; I told her and asked hers.
“I don’t like your name.”
“Wha?” Up to this point, no one besides me had said they didn’t like my name.
“In fact, I hate it. I’m gonna change it.”
“Only if I get to change yours.”
She laughed for the first time in my presence and her eyes light up. She’s always been more beautiful when she laughed even though she mostly frowns now.
“Alright, then about this time tomorrow?” She then got up, shook her head, headed to the door. “My brother’s probably goin’ through my clothes right about now or tryin’ ‘em on.”
“Okay!” I called after her as she headed down the street. “See ya tomorrow.”
That was the last night I would ever be Gaven, if he had ever lived in the first place.