Hello Beautiful 1/?
Joe/OFC fic. First het fic I've written. Hoping it's not your average OFC fic. And if it is, at least I hope it's funny. LJ cut for Flist
Joe strolled around outside the local 7-11, looking for a woman. He was in desperate need of nicotine and being 17, couldn’t legally buy cigarettes himself. Normally, this wasn’t an issue, but today Melba was working and she had a strict carding policy.
Joe spotted a lime-green VW Bug pulling up to the parking lot. He was sure a woman was driving. Sure enough, a 20 something blonde in an ultra shrunken denim skirt completely unsuited for the September weather jumped out of the car. Joe smiled inwardly. She was perfect. He turned on the small amount of charm he had and flashed a smile in her direction. The woman automatically started walking towards him, swinging her hips in what she thought was a seductive manner.
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, feigning interest.
“Maggie,” she answered, raising her voice an octave, the way women did when being flirtatious. Joe smirked, and Maggie mistook his arrogance for interest.
“Pretty name,” Joe lied. Really, it reminded him of the bratty redheaded girl his younger brother had “fallen in love” with in the 3rd grade. “Maggie, could you do me a huge favor?”
“Of course,” she squealed, her augmented chest nearly popping out of her top as she bounced slightly. He took out a crumpled 10 and pressed it into her palm.
“Can you get me a pack of Marlboro’s? I left my ID in my brother’s car and you know how they never let you get anything without one,” he chuckled and Maggie giggled.
“Of course, hon,” she smiled and walked into the store, fluttering her eyes once more before the door shut. Once she was safely out of view, Joe rolled his eyes and prayed his 18th birthday would come faster, so he’d no longer have to beg smokes from oblivious older women.
It was a system he’d developed the year before. If a carding employee was on shift, he’d wait outside the corner store until he saw a cute 20 something he could flirt into breaking the law for him. Honestly, he never thought it would work, but it hadn’t failed him yet.
Maggie strolled out of the store, toting her own supplies and two packs of Marlboro’s for Joe. He thanked her and slipped them into his sweater pocket.
“Here’s a little something extra for ya,” she whispered, slipping a piece of paper in his back pocket. She gave it a light smack, walked back to her car, and drove off into the pseudo sunset. Once she was out of sight, he unfolded the note which read:
You owe me, sweet thing. ;)
XOXO,
Maggie
737-0909
This one must have been desperate. In all his years on earth, he’d never gotten a phone number from a girl who wasn’t in his family or helping him with schoolwork. He lit up a cigarette and felt his insides immediately relax as nicotine coursed through his veins. He knew it was unhealthy, but honestly, he could have cared less.
Joe considered giving the woman a call and quickly decided against it. He’d had enough of that whiny voice to last a lifetime.
The teenager walked along the narrow canal separating the corner store and the first house on his block, dipping his foot close to the water with each step in an almost graceful manner, balancing the cigarette in between his lips. He really didn’t want to go home. He’d rather stay and watch the sun set.
Unfortunately, Joe felt his phone vibrate, which must have been Kev wondering where the hell he was. Sure enough:
Joe, get your behind back here. You said you’d be back 15 minutes ago.
Joe rolled his eyes. His older brother kept closer tabs on him than his own mother. Although that wasn’t saying much. She wasn’t exactly the most attentive parent.
He set out for the Jonas home, wondering if he’d have time for another light before he reached. He decided against it. Kev would already be on his ass for being late. Why give him more ammunition?
“Welcome home, Joseph,” Kevin greeted his younger brother as he walked through the door. “If I may ask, where the hell have you been?”
“Just out,” Joe answered vaguely as he bolted up the stairs.
“Out where, exactly?” Kevin called up. His answer was a slammed door. The older boy rolled his eyes and returned to the cup of coffee sitting on the counter for him. He could deal with Joe later.
*
Once in his room, Joe shoved a chair under the doorknob to ensure no unexpected visitors popped in. He promptly collapsed on his unkempt bad, staring at his ceiling, lighting up another smoke. Kev would flip if he smelt the smoke later, but open windows and Febreeze would fix that problem before he had a chance to. Kevin Jonas, the ever watchful father figure.
Kevin had been the only thing close to a father Joe had had for the past 7 years. When he was only ten, and Kev twelve, their father had run off to LA to “find himself”. He ended up finding a twenty-something, wannabe actress named Kori and left his wife of 13 years and his three sons with nothing more than a phone call on holidays and a child support check every month. Since then, Kevin took over mailing the bills their flighty mother would forget, cooking dinner, doing the shopping, and practically raising him and their youngest brother Nick. Joe often wondered how Kevin could have been a father to him and Nick when he was in sore need of a father himself.
2 hours and 4 cigarettes later, Joe's drooping eyelids told him it was time for bed. He shut off his lights and passed out almost immediately into a dreamless sleep.