When Ponyboy and Johnny discover a penniless prostitute loitering in the park, they find themselves befriending her and hiding the fact of their unlikely friendship. When she's reluctant to leave town to look for work, what action does Ponyboy take to convince her to stay? And what will the rest of the gang think?
Ok, so I don't usually write fan fictions with OFC's because I'm always terrified of her turning into a Mary-Sue which I would hate. But I'm pretty confident that I've created a character that definitely wont be a Mary-Sue. I'm also aware that this might be somewhat of a controversial plot but that's a risk I'm willing to take.
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It started with the light of a cigarette. It's reddish embers and flouting smoke. With blue eye shadow painted all the way up to her eye brows, her face smothered with foundation and her lips highlighted a vibrant red, it began in the young hours of the night.
Just off from the lot, in the growing bush of the park, Ponyboy spots the flicker of a flame.
"Hey Johnny," he says, nudging his friend, "look at that. You think someone else is here?" Johnny squints through the darkness as the flame's colour rises and dims.
"I don't know. But I sure don't want to find out."
"Come on," Ponyboy found himself growing adventurous. After all, if they didn't find out who it was now, they'd find themselves in a sticky situation if the owner of that flame decided to sneak up on them.
Advancing towards the light, Johnny thinks it best to keep his switch blade open and ready in his left hand. As they grow closer and closer to the figure, the moonlight reflects off of it's face and reveals its features.
It's a woman, Ponyboy says to himself, and halts, grasping Johnny's arm for him to do the same. Seeing as the two boys were only a few feet away from the woman, she raises her head and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
"Hello, boys," she greets them, her voice holding a seductive tone but also a tone of annoyance. It had been quite a night for her. She's dressed in clothing too racy for most magazines, a few dollar bills peeking out from her bra, and she sits against a tree, her cigarette in one hand, and her other embedded into the blades of the grass.
"Can I do anything for you boys?" she asks. Ponyboy finds himself becoming drenched with sweat as he nervously chews the inside of his cheek. He very well knows what this woman is.
"No," he looks to Johnny. "Can she do anything for us, Johnny?"
"N-No," Johnny stutters almost instantly.
"Cool," the woman replies, smoke seeping from her lips. "If its all good with you guys I'm just gonna sit here for a bit and finish my smoke, or is that not ok?" she adds, gesturing to Johnny's open blade. "For Christ's sake, kid, would you put the blade away? What am I gonna do to you? Screw you to death?"
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Johnny quickly complies.
"How old are you anyway?" the woman asks.
"Sixteen," Johnny shyly answers. This causes the woman to shrug.
"I've done younger," she says almost as if its some sort of record to be proud of.
"Lets go, Johnny," Ponyboy commands, quickly turning around. Before the two get a chance to get out of ear shot from the woman, she calls after them.
"Do you guys have any older friends? Say like, eighteen or older?"
Against his better judgement, Ponyboy cant help himself but reply. The sound of her voice is so unique to him, making it somewhat addictive. And the way she pronounces her words and throws them around with her tongue; she seems to have some sort of accent but he cant pin point just what it is.
"I know a few," Ponyboy replies.
"Right on. Tell them to hit up Roxanne Japan if they're looking for a good time."
Saying nothing, he follows in step behind Johnny as they exit the lot. "Man, that was weird," Johnny huffs as they walk, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket. "She was a prostitute, wasn't she?"
"Roxanne Japan," Ponyboy mimics the woman's voice, as Johnny chuckles.
"What the hell was a prostitute doin' in a park, do you think?"
"Heaven knows, she wont be getting any costumers there." Ponyboy retorts.
"I don't think Roxanne Japan is too concerned about heaven, Pony," Johnny cracks a grin and looks to the night sky.
Heading for the Curtis house, all the way there, all that Ponyboy can seem to think of is Roxanne Japan.