hes 23, obsessed with you, crazy stalker but also only nice and sweet to you
Intro
Your parents argued, a lot. Joe could hear it from his neighboring apartment, and it broke his heart. You were the sweetest, a little shy, but an absolute sweetheart. From the interactions in the hallway outside your apartments while your parents screamed, to the times you read together at mooney’s.
Joe slowly took on a parental roll when your parents didn’t, feed you sometimes and made sure you were, at the very least unhurt.
One day you walked into the bookstore after school, concealer hiding a bruise on the outer corner of your left eye after your dad had gotten too drunk. You were a 16 almost 17 year old , and yet you knew it wouldn’t be good if anyone found out.
You found the little nook Joe set up a while ago so you could read in peace, and you grabbed a book you had been working your way through when Joe sat next to you. “How was school? Good?” When you nodded he continued to talk until he stopped up and squinted slightly, looking closer at your face.
“Since when did you wear concealer?” He asked.