Author's Note: My imagination has unfortunately run out of fuel for this story so this will be the last chapter. But don't worry, I am currently in the process of planning another HHAW! fic about JoJo and the Mayor too.

I really enjoyed writing this and I feel proud to say that I accomplished my goal of starting a story and finishing it for like the first time ever! I don't know about you guys, but if you ask me, eleven chapters is pretty good for a beginner. Eleven is heaven. (A little rhyming for ya!)

I appreciate all the reviews I recieved as well. They really helped me to stay motivated. In my next story I might consider giving shout outs or something so stay tuned!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Horton Hears a Who!.

"Sally, I don't think you understand. I can't just drop everything on my schedule," Ned said. "What kind of mayor would I be if I didn't honor my commitments?"

Ned's ankle thankfully didn't warrant any trip to the emergency room. He was sitting on the recliner in the living room after having been fireman carried down the stairs by Sally.

"I do understand, honey, but the doctor said you need to stay off your ankle for the next few days," Sally said as she carefully wrapped an elastic bandage around the ball of Ned's foot.

She then leaned in and kissed Ned on the mouth."Why don't you try and relax for a little while. I'm going to go and whip us up something good for dinner."

Ned didn't have much of an appetite for anything at the moment but he knew if he didn't eat, Sally would grow more and more concerned than what she needed to be with him.

"What are we having?" Ned asked.

"Spaghetti and meatballs," Sally said with a smile.

Ned made a face and sunk deeply into his chair. It seemed the whole Whoniverse was mocking him for his notable back seat weight gain.

As mayor, he wondered if he could possibly outlaw meatballs from every menu in Whoville and still get away with hauling around his.

Sally left Ned with a stack of mail and the latest issue of The Whoville Times. Not feeling up for reading, Ned reached for the remote on the coffee table. It took him a few minutes to realize that he had been sitting on the remote the whole time. A rerun of Whoville Idol was on it's commercial break.

"I lost sixty pounds from using the Whotrisystem and my husband thinks that I am one hot mamma!"

"I don't look good, I look real good!"

"Now I can eat all the spicy chicken wings I want in public and not be made to feel bad for it!"

Ned hit the off button on the remote and reached for the mail. It took him about twenty minutes to skim through every page in the Whoville Times Newspaper. He even skimmed over the whoroscope predictions for his sign, Pisces.

Everything else in the stack of mail was surely bill notifications. One of the letters was adressed from Whoville High School. Ned tore it opened and pulled out a letter.

Dear Dad,

Hey. I'm pretty sure I'm the last person you want to hear anything from after all that's happened, but I hope you read this all the way through (even though I was only assigned to write a paragraph).

I am so so so sorry for everything I said about you in that last letter. I really didn't mean any of it. (Also, I didn't send that fake pie. Trevedale, Stevel, and Derk did just to be mean. But Stevel didn't want to. He thinks you're inspiring and he only went along with that prank because. . .well, it's a long story that we'll have to save for dinner some time.)

Anyway, I'm sorry for what I said. I was just angry because I didn't get everything I wanted that day you chaperoned the field trip. (Thanks for that, by the way!)

I don't really think you're lame and I don't want you to back off anymore. I miss you. Please forgive me.

P.S. I don't really think you look like the Giant Meatball, either.

P.P.S. I love you.

Ned smiled warmly and pressed the letter against his chest.

JoJo was passing the hallway. There he was-Ned, sitting completely alone in the living room. Well, not completely alone, Finwick was there in his bowl on the coffee table.

The little blisters were in their room making Get Well gifts for him and Sally was making Ned his favorite dish in the kitchen. JoJo knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get everything off his chest say what he needed to say.

JoJo crept up behind the recliner where Ned was sitting. "Dad," he mumbled. His voice was shaking.

"Oh, hey JoJo! Come on in." Ned said.

He was pretty cheerful for someone who wouldn't be going anywhere for a while and JoJo couldn't help but wonder why that was.

JoJo walked around the from behind the recliner to face his dad.

"Are you ready to have our talk now?" Ned asked. "Because I'm ready to listen."

Suddenly JoJo couldn't remember any of the speech he had written and memorized for this moment. There was no way he could do this. JoJo had it mind to run back to his room and hide but then he caught sight of Ned's hurt ankle.

JoJo swallowed. All he could do now was improvise.

"I just wanted to tell you that...I-I...um...I love you and I think it's so cool how you can make balloon animals."

"Um...thank you," Ned said. "I'll have to show you how to make one sometime."

"Okay," JoJo said with a crooked smile.

Ned raised an eyebrow. He obviously had a hard time registering what JoJo had just said because he was speaking so fast. When he figured it out, Ned looked at JoJo as if he were wondering if that was all he had been wanting to talk about.

"Wait, I'm not finished," JoJo said. He took a deep breath and started to try again. He walked over to the arm of Ned's chair.

"I. .I really am. . .amazed by how you know every Who by their name in Whoville."

"What?"

"And I love how you can talk to Whos like you've known them for years and years."

"JoJo?"

"And I think it's so cool how you know so much about Whostory. I wish you were my Whostory teacher. I mean Mr. Carp is cool and all but-"

"JoJo!"

Ned pushed his hand over JoJo's mouth to get him to stop talking for a moment. JoJo looked very embarrassed by this. It made Ned laugh.

"Well JoJo, you certainly have a way with words," he said.

Ned then pulled out the Thank You letter JoJo had been assigned to write. JoJo's cheeks began to spark. He completely forgot about that letter! Did this mean he no longer needed to apologize?

Ned curled his arm around JoJo in a hug and kissed the top of his head. "I forgive you, son. And I'm sorry if this is embarrassing to you."

JoJo giggled. Even though Ned was clearly in no condition to hug JoJo properly, this actually was still kind of embarrassing.

Ned pressed his cheek on top of JoJo's head and closed his eyes.

But then JoJo thought it over. What did he really have to be embarrassed about? His dad was just expressing how much he loves his son. JoJo fully embraced Ned as carefully as he could.

"No," JoJo said. "This isn't embarrassing at all."