Well, here's my feeble attempt at a JudexOC fic. I know, original, right?
…But everybody else is doing it!
If everybody else jumped off a cliff, would you?!
… yes.
This fic will be in a bunch of the characters' POV's, especially Jude's and the OC's
Well, I hope you guys like it. I wrote this chapter quite a while back, like a year ago, but I finally decided to revive the whole fic idea. What could go wrong, right?
I hope you guys like! Please review and tell me whether not I should continue! Enjoy!
Jude's POV
Today started out as a pretty average Saturday, dude. Woke up late and got ready. I'm pretty sure I brushed my teeth. I went to the mall, of course. I had the day off from the ice rink, so I was just gonna goof off and chill with my friends.
Until I met her.
She's just like… whoa. She's the coolest bra I've ever met. She doesn't obsess over stupid stuff, like whet her or not it would be totally gross to eat chicken wings in front of a guy. Caitlin once said she would never do that in a million years. I don't get the big deal. Dude, that's what wet wipes were invented for! 'Sides, she still looks awesome even when she's covered in barbeque sauce. I'm not saying it's, like, love at first sight or anything, 'cause that's really lame. I'm just saying she's a cool friend. And who knows? Maybe (someday) we could be more than friends.
Too bad we can't be more than that, if I ever wanted to, that is.
I guess I should, like, explain what I'm talking about. Um… let's see… I talked about brushing my teeth, the ice rink, chicken wings… I'll just start at what happened around 11 AM.
I stepped inside the entrance of the Galleria Mall, threw my skateboard down on the ground and scoped for a potential obstacle course. (Whoa, my old English teacher, Mrs. Lambert, would be proud. I just used the word 'scoped' correctly in a sentence. Awesome!) I finally found a mom with a million wild little dudes and dudettes running all over the place. So I was all like, "Moving obstacles? Sweeeet."
I hopped onto my board and pushed off. I kept thinking, Okay, Jude, just relax. No big deal if you run over one of 'em. Lady's got plenty to spare…I got to the first kid, some little red-headed dude, and dodged him pretty easily. Probably because he was standing and looking at a bug he found on the floor. So far, so good. The next few were a little more challenging. These guys must have been playing tag or something, 'cause they were running around like crazy! But somehow, I managed not to plow into them. Their mom looked kinda mad, though. I guess she was hoping I'd kill one of them to lighten her load a bit.
I was so stoked to have made it through that I wasn't really paying attention to the upcoming pole. Um… you can guess what happened next.
So there I was, lying on the ground in agonizing (That one was for you, too, Mrs. Lambert.) pain. My board was a few feet away, but I was hurt too bad to stand up and get it. A few people walked by, pretending they didn't notice me. Most people just pointed and laughed at me. Somebody even threw a banana peel at me, man! But then, she came.
She was way concerned, even though she had no idea who I was. She kneeled down, waved her hand in front of my half-opened eyes, and said, "Are you okay?"
I opened my eyes and saw my "savior." She had long black ponytails and practically flawless skin (That zit on her chin wasn't THAT noticeable). Not skinny, not fat, but somewhere in between. She looked Mexican… or Puerto Rican or Filipino or Peruvian or I don't know! I just knew she was Hispanic. She had a small dimple on her chin and tried to smile at me a little, letting me know she was hoping that I was okay.
To sum things up, Mystery Girl was a total Betty.
"Hello? Hello? Are you alive?"
I sat u p, rubbing my head and said, "Yeah, I'm fine… whoever I am." She looked really freaked out, so I quickly added, "I was kidding, bra! Sorry."
Mystery Girl laughed as she stood up and said, "Very funny, man. Next time you crash into something, maybe I'll just ignore you!" She held her hand out, and I thankfully grabbed it. She helped pull me to my feet and leaned down to grab my skateboard. "You might want to start looking where you're going. Either that or you should consider investing in a helmet." She handed it to me as she gave me a small smirk.
She stood staring at me for a few seconds and then looked down at her left hand. I looked down too and realized that I hadn't l et go of her hand yet! Man, I am such an idiot!! My hand quickly let go of hers and dropped to my side. I didn't mean to keep holding it! I figured she'd think I was a big freak or something and run away, but for some reason, she kept talking to me.
"My name's Becca, by the way." I should have realized who she was when she told me her name. Sometimes it takes a while for me to sink things in. I mean, like, forever.
"Oh, I'm Jude," I said as coolly as I could. "Are you new around here? I don't think I've ever seen you around before."
"I used to live a few blocks away from here with my parents and older brother, but when I was 10, my parents got divorced and I had to move with my mom to Ottawa. We just moved back Thursday! I'm so excited to see my brother again! Of course I've seen him since then, but just for a little while and… Oh, I'm sorry. I hardly even know you and I'm boring you with my life story..."
"No, no, it's cool! It kinda reminds me of what happened to my best friend. Same thing happened to his sister. He misses her like crazy."
"Really?" she said, totally interested. "Hmm… That's a coincidence."
"So… where you headin'? This is a pretty big mall. It's kinda tricky to find your way 'round when you're new."
"Um, I'm just looking around. I used to come to this mall a lot, but most of the stores have changed since then. Is there a directory somewhere around here?"
"Ch'ya! There's one right here!" I pointed to myself and grinned. After putting my hand down, I proudly said, "I know this mall like the back of my hand…" Then I took a second glance at something on my middle knuckle. "What the heck is that?" I scraped it off and licked my finger. "Never mind. It's just ketchup."
Becca started laughing again. Her nose kinda wrinkles when she laughs. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"
"No problemo! I normally meet my friends at the Big Squeeze around this time, but they'll understand. 'Sides, I kinda owe you. You saved my life and all…" She started to laugh again and we both headed towards the East Wing. "So… see anything you wanna check out?"
"Um…" Becca looked at all the stores and then pointed toward El Sporto's. "Want I really want to do is get something to eat! Have you had lunch yet?"
I remembered that I was totally hungry, too, so I said, "No, I'm starving. This place has the best food, bra!" We went inside and sat in an empty booth. Wait, that was sort of a stupid thing to say. Of course we sat in an empty booth! If we sat in somebody else's booth, they'd get mad and make us get our own booth. Forget I said that. But still, we sat down.
"Are the chicken wings good here, Jude?" I looked up from my menu and at her. A chick willing to eat chicken wings in front of a dude? That's exactly what I was talking about before! SHE'S AWESOME!!!!
But I wasn't gonna say that out loud, so I said, "Yeah, but the whole plate's kinda big."
"You wanna split it?"
"Sure!" And for the next hour, we just… talked. Normally when I talk to a chick I barely know, I start to get bored and my eyes glaze over, but I actually listened to Becca. She doesn't go on and on about her hair or cramps or whatever most girls bore guys about. She's really down to earth and cool. She told me about her life and I told her about mine. She's into art and plays bass guitar, which is wicked. She said she thinks skate boarding's cool. Like I said before, awesome!
When we were done with our wings, the waitress brought us some wet wipes. No offence to Becca or anything, but she's kind of a slob. She had sauce all over her face, like, on her nose and cheeks and everything. She wiped off her fingers, and most of her face, but missed a place on the tip of her nose.
"Uh…" I pointed at her nose and said, "You missed a spot, bra."
She giggled a little bit and wiped it off. "Thanks." She pulled some money out of her pocket and laid it down on the table. "You were right, Jude. Those were awesome!" Getting up, she said, "You said you had to meet your friends sometime soon?"
I put my half of the bill (and the tip, being the totally wicked gentleman I am) on the table, got up and said, "They're all probably at work by now."
Becca made this really sad face. "Oh, sorry…"
I didn't want her to feel bad, because she shouldn't have felt bad, so I shook my head and said, "No, it's cool! I can just go see them later. I think one of my friends actually just got a new job right across from here. You wanna meet him?"
Her sad face turned into a happy one and she said, "Really? Sure!" We walked out and across the hall. I took another good look at her on the way there. I noticed that one of her eyebrows always seems to be cocked up… It reminded me of someone… I just couldn't put my finger on it…
Jonesy told me yesterday that he got yet another new job, this time at Trixie's Yo-Yo Shop. Don't know how he scored that one, though. He has the yo-yo skills of a paraplegic guy. Maybe he doesn't have to know how to WORK yo-yos. Maybe he just needs to know how to put them on shelves. He'll figure out a way to screw it up by the end of the day.
When we finally got there, I looked around for him. I figured he couldn't have gotten fired in just a few hours (but this is JONESY we're talking about, so who knows…), so I wondered where he was. Becca interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Where's your friend?"
"I dunno. Um… stay here. I'll try to find him." She nodded, turned to one of the shelves and started to browse through the yo-yos. I moved farther back into the store until I found behind the counter. It seemed like he was looking for someone. I was hoping he wasn't hottie hunting. He's still dating Nikki! Maybe Nikki made him get a job here. I doubt he's gonna find a cute girl at a yo-yo store. Then again, Becca's here, so touché to me.
"Duuuuude!" I walked up to the counter and held my fist out to my best friend.
Jonesy looked up at me, grinned and said, "Juuuude!"
We did our usual handshake and I said, "What's up?"
"Not much, but I got a weird text a few hours ago."
"Really? Who from?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I don't recognize the number, so it could be anyone."
"What was weird about it?"
"It said I should look around today for someone special. Oh, man. What if it's Lydia? She could have gotten a new cell phone so I wouldn't recognize her number!" Jonesy went into panic mode and ducked under the counter. A few seconds later, the top of his head peeked out so he could still look around. "I can't handle her obsessing over me again, man! I just can't!"
"But she's going out with Wayne again, remember?"
Thinking for a few seconds, he stood back up and said, "True. But then, who's it from?"
I shrugged. "Beats me, dude." I remembered that Becca was waiting for us and said, "Oh hey, speaking of chicks, and by that I mean non-creepy ones, I met this totally awesome girl today!"
"Really? All right, man!" He gave me a high- five and grinned. "Did you, ya know…" His eyebrow cocked up when he said the last part of this sentence, "Get anywhere yet?"
"Slow down, dude. I just met the chick! 'Sides, I'm not sure if I like her like that yet. Right now, she's just an awesome friend."
His grin kinda faded, but he still said, "Oh." He shrugged. "Well, I guess that's cool, too."
"Yeah, and I kinda promised her I'd introduce her to you, so are you too busy?"
Jonesy looked around. There were, like, three customers in the store. Unsurprisingly, yo-yos aren't very popular nowadays.
"Nope. Let's go." He sat up on the counter, slid over to the side I was on, and got down. "Where is she?"
"I think she was in this aisle…" We walked over to where I left Becca, but she wasn't there. "Hello? Bra?" I called out, but no answer. "She's gotta be here somewhere."
"It can't be that hard to find her." Jonesy looked around again. "This dump is a ghost town. What does she look like?"
"Well, she's-" But I stopped because I saw her walking up behind Jonesy, eyes happily closed.
"Hey, Jude. Sorry that I-" Becca bumped into Jonesy's back and both let out a small grunt. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, si-" Jonesy turned around and Becca opened her eyes.
Jonesy's eyes got all wide, but he broke out in a big grin, which was really weird, since, at that moment in time, I thought he had never met Becca. "Becca?"
Becca copied his expression. "Jonesy?" She made this happy squealing noise and wrapped her arms around him and him doing the same to her, laughing and hugging each other like crazy. Jonesy lifted her up to his eye level, since she only reaches his chest, so he could get a better look at her. The way she smiled at him…
At that moment, I knew who she was.
That smile.
That dimple.
That cocked eyebrow.
It was so familiar.
Becca…
No way.
The only girl that cared if I was hurt when I fell, the only girl who would eat a platter of chicken wings in front of me, the only girl willing to go into a lame yo-yo shop with me just so she could meet my friend was-
Becca noticed that I was staring at them and asked, still in Jonesy's death grip, "Oh, Jude, do you know my brother?"
Dude, I have the worst luck.
Oh, snap! Becca is Jonesy's little sister! No Jude can never date her!!! :C
I hope it turned out okay. It's hard writing in Jude's POV. He's way too… chill! XP
And this fic is a bit AU, since Jonesy's brothers don't exist. I wrote this before I ever saw an episode with them in it, so… yeah… bye bye Diego and Robbie. :C
