It was now the weekend. Everyday in between Jonathan had showed up at your doorstep at one point or another. Always with an excited grin and eager to spend time with you. He was always nice, so the company was not unappreciated. However, most alone time you used to have had been replaced with spending time with the blue haired boy. Sometimes you regretted starting that conversation with him, but those times were rare. You found that seeing him happy made you a bit happier and didn't bother to stop him from spending so much time with you.
He stood at your front door now, offering his hand to you. Behind him was a carriage with two horses ready to move it. He looked rather dashing and you almost blushed as you accepted his outstretched hand. He led you to the carriage and opened the door for you like the gentleman he was. He quickly ran around to the other side and hopped in as well.
A few minutes later the carriage stopped in front of a gorgeous estate. You had never visited Jonathan's house before and you suddenly felt under dressed despite wearing one of your nicer dresses. While in your thoughts Jonathan had opened the door for you. Mentally throwing the thoughts from your mind you smiled at him and stepped carefully out of the carriage. He linked his arm with yours while walking to his front door. The size of the house was imposing and you were a bit scared of what his father might be like.
Opened the door was a man you could immediately tell was his father. You sighed in relief as he smiled at you. His eyes were kind and you could tell this man was not a bad man. Strict, perhaps, but not mean.
"Ah, you must be my sons friend! (Y/N), right?" You nodded. "That's good to hear. From the way he talks about you, I can tell he trusts you a lot. Please feel free to view my home as your own."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Joestar. I appreciate it. I see where your son gets his kindness from."
He laughed and stepped out of the doorway to allow you and Jonathan inside. He then led you to a large table. Jonathan quickly pulled a seat out for you to sit in. Before sitting to the right of you. Mr. Joestar sat at one of the table's ends. He appeared happy that his son had brought someone over. Everything seemed rather nice and you were enjoying the small chatter between Jonathan and his father.
Then a blonde boy walked into to the room, taking a seat across from Jonathan. You realized that this must be the boy that had made Jonathan's life miserable. Dio you believed was his name. You really didn't know much about the boy and since Jonathan clearly didn't like talking about him you never bothered to ask for any more information. His yellow, maybe red eyes, glanced your way. Either way, his eye color was peculiar. He raised his eyebrows as if he had just understood something and then turned his gaze to the blue haired boy sitting across from him with a slight smirk resting upon his face. Your eyes twitched slightly at his odd behavior. Despite having only been in the same room as him for a couple of seconds, his presence irked you.
"So, who is the lovely lady?" Dio asked.
"Ah, right. Dio, meet Jonathan's friend (Y/N). (Y/N) meet my other son Dio." Said Mr. Joestar. He probably hoped that the three of you could become friends. You nodded your head slightly to show that you had heard what he said.
Dio's eyes looked into your own, searching for something. "Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, (Y/N)."
Hardening your gaze you responded, "Likewise."
Apparently satisfied he turned his gaze to Jonathan and smiled mischievously. Wondering why staring at the blue haired boy made Dio so happy, you looked his way as well. Jonathan was glaring at Dio with his hands clenched so tightly you could've sworn he'd drawn blood. You gently patted the boy's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He glanced at your hand and his gaze softened. You offered a small smile which he returned in kind.
Upon seeing the exchange Dio furrowed his eyebrows. It was obvious to him that Jonathan trusted you. He wasn't so sure if you felt the same way. You seemed rather awkward around the blue haired boy. It didn't really matter anyhow. He had decided to go the longer route and gain Jonathan's trust. It might be more difficult to gain it with you in the picture. Perhaps if he gained your trust first Jonathan would be inclined to follow suit. Since he hadn't seen you before now, Dio thought it was likely you hadn't known the young Joestar for very long. He could use that to his advantage as well as his very persuasive way of speaking.
Mr. Joestar, not at all aware of the tension in the room, spoke, "Now that we are all acquainted, let us begin our meal."
After he spoke several servants came in and out of the room gently placing large trays of food. The amount of it all seemed unnecessary, but you weren't one to complain over a free meal. The aroma of the various foods filled the room making your mouth water. The others had already begun to place various delicacies onto their plates so you figured it would be okay to grab some of your own. You began to reach for a rather scrumptious looking roll only to be stopped by Jonathan.
"Please, allow me to place the food onto your plate. As a gentleman it is only right for me to help you." He took your plate and was about to place one of the rolls on it, but Dio stopped him.
"Oh please. If you were a real gentleman, you would have served the lady first. I'll do it, as a real gentleman."
Sure enough, Dio hadn't grabbed any food yet. You didn't care though. Looking at all this food had made you hungry and really just wanted to fill the empty hole in your stomach. The two were now playing tug a war with your plate, neither paying any mind to the slight rumbling of your stomach.
Mr. Joestar stood up from his seat, obviously irritated, "That's enough! Jonathan! Dio! You know better than this. A real gentleman would have allowed the lady to actually get some food!" Mr. Joestar sat down while Jonathan found a sudden interest in the floor and Dio took the chance to take the plate and begin putting various foods on it. Seemingly a little bit of everything. He walked over to the other side of the table to place the plate in front of you. You mumbled a thank you as he walked back to his seat.
You now glanced at the several forks and spoons at the sides of your plate. You didn't want to use the wrong one but asking would show you didn't know the use of them. Jonathan noticed your hesitation towards picking up a piece of silverware. He lightly tapped your foot under the table to get your attention as he grabbed one of the forks from his line up of silverware and ate a bite of one of the foods. Seeing what he was getting at, you copied his selections.
Dio also realized your hesitancy and now knew that you were likely not of the same status as the Joestar family. He smiled to himself as he ate his meal. This girl probably wasn't any different from him. She was likely trying to find a way to the Joestar fortune through Jonathan. Perhaps he could make an alliance of sorts with you. You'd receive the same benefits by marrying him if Jonathan was out of the picture. If he were to ask he'd need to get you alone, though. That could prove difficult with the blue haired boy at your side.
The four of you finished your meal, or at least what you could eat of it. Servants came back in to remove the plates and platters. You quietly spoke, "Thank you for the meal, Mr. Joestar."
"It is not a problem (Y/N). I'm simply glad my son has found a friend."
Jonathan helped you out of your chair and led you out of the dining area. Dio trailed a few feet behind the two of you. The three of you sat on a couch that you found to be quite comfortable.
"So, how did the two of you meet?" Spoke Dio, breaking the rather nice silence that you and Jonathan were sharing. The two of you glanced at each other and shrugged. You knew Jonathan wouldn't appreciate it if you told Dio the whole story, not like you'd tell him anyways. His very presence seemed to boil rage from within you. You likely would have punched him for virtually no reason if Jonathan hadn't been there to counter it with his own presence.
"I was just walking back home when I saw Jonathan near a tree. We started a conversation and decided to remain in touch." Your words were true and indeed Jonathan seemed relieved that you didn't share the whole Dio part of it. Maybe not relieved, but more that he trusted you enough to feel you would not share anything about the topic of conversation.
"That's nice, I suppose. (Y/N), what does your family do?"
"Well, since my father died, my mother has begun selling her art. I believe she was inspired by Mary Cassatt. She uses a pseudonym though, makes people more likely to buy it if they think a man painted it."
"Oh? How interesting."
Dio continued asking questions while you gave back answers. Most of the time Jonathan just nodded along, he already knew all this. The answers he got from you were much more in detail than the short answers Dio received from you, though.
You didn't mind the questions all that much, but being almost smushed between the two boys was kind of uncomfortable. You interrupted Dio's next question with a "Sorry, but it's getting kind of late. I should probably head back home now." You laughed awkwardly for a few seconds.
"Oh, of course." Responded Dio. He almost seemed offended that you had interrupted him trying to gain information on you. "Would you like me to accompany you to your home?"
"No, I'll be accompanying her home. I'm the one that brought her here after all, and she barely even knows you."
"Umm yeah, I'd feel more comfortable with Jonathan there." You were definitely not going to be alone with Dio. You were getting used to Jonathan's company anyways. The blue haired boy began leading you out the front door. You turned to Mr. Joestar who had just entered the room, "Thank you for allowing me spend time in your home, I greatly appreciate it."
"Of course, it's not a problem. Feel free to visit whenever you like."
You and Jonathan got back into the carriage. It began the rather short journey to your home. Jonathan shyly put an arm around you, pulling you slightly closer to him. You smiled a bit at this and gently leaned your head into his shoulder. Jonathan was a good friend.