This takes place before he found Monkey King's staff

MK was wrapping up his noodle delivery for the night, much later than usual. The sun had set a couple of houses ago. He couldn't wait to get home, get in bed, and turn on a Monkey King movie. He wanted to rewatch the–

Something caught his eye. Well, someone.

It wasn't unusual for him to be easily distracted, but something about a girl sitting in a dark alley didn't seem right to him. He stopped the delivery cart and hopped out. The girl was looking at him, her face void of expression.

"Hey, are you–" he began. She seemed to be glaring at him, but it was like she was looking past him. He sighed. "What are you doing back here?"

She just glared at him.

"Why are you here alone?"

"None of your business," she said coldly.

MK looked confused. He glanced at his cart, then back at her. "You're probably right. But... like..." He took a couple of steps closer. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." Her expression didn't change. Cold, hard... She opened her mouth to say something but decided not to and looked away.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Ok, well I can give you a ride home if you need it, or some noodles, or–"

"No. My dad will come get me soon." She didn't look at him.

"Ok..." MK turned to leave but stopped. "I don't know, this isn't right..."

She was staring at him again.

"I don't think you should be here alone."

She tilted her head slightly.

"It's not safe."

"Yeah, it is. Go away."

"It's an alley. It's like–the definition of not safe!"

She shrugged.

"Well unless you tell me what you're doing here, either you can come to my place and get some food until your dad comes to pick you up, or I'll stay here with you until he gets here."

"No. Leave me alone."

"Then tell me what's going on!" Then MK had a thought. "Oh, no." He whispered, "Are you being threatened by someone?"

She seemed to not have heard him.

"I said, are you–"

She glared at him.

He took a deep breath. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"No."

"Would you feel safer here, or with me?"

No reply.

"Seriously, are you ok with coming with me?"

She nodded slightly, nervously biting her lip.

"Then come on."

He walked back to his delivery cart, and she followed, trembling. They got in and MK put his hands tensely on the steering wheel. "We're going to my place, ok? My employer can help. Ok?"

All she could do was nod.

"Should I call the police?" he asked casually, a little ways through the drive. She didn't reply. She couldn't.

"So, uh, I didn't get your name..."

"Jocelyn."

"I'm MK. Nice to meet you."

"You too.:

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, this is really... normal. My da– employer definitely won't freak out that I'm late. Or anything."

They parked outside of a restaurant Jocelyn had seen often before, but never been to: Pigsy's Noodles. She numbly followed MK inside.

"MK, where the [insert swear word appropriate for this show] have you been? I called you five times!" a gruff voice yelled almost as soon as they stepped in the door.

"You did?" MK checked his phone. There were the missed calls. "Oops. Well, Pigsy–"

"You have to let me know if you're going to be out late and what you're doing."

"Deliveries went late. I'm sorry. But Pigsy, this is–"

"Next time and I'll have you clean the shop–"

"Pigsy!"

"What?"

MK motioned to Jocelyn. "This is..."

"Jocelyn," she finished for him, nodding to Pigsy.

"Yeah. And... I dunno, maybe she should tell you–I don't really know anything."

Jocelyn shifted nervously.

Pigsy's eyes narrowed. "Are you two..."

MK's ears turned red. "No, no we just met."

"Well, do we need to sit down or do you just want some noodles or something?"

"Yeah, we could sit down," MK smiled a cheesy and awkward grin.

"I shouldn't be here," Jocelyn said quietly as they sat down in some chairs in a side room. "My dad is going to kill me."

Her eyes were scared, like she meant exactly that.

"Well, why are we here?" Pigsy asked. He looked dead serious.

Jocelyn realized they were both waiting for her to talk. "Umm, I don't know. I mean I don't know if I should say–I don't really usually talk to strangers."

"We just want to know how we can help," MK said slowly, like he was thinking of each word. "So we can be help-ful." He grinned again. But he wasn't making fun of her or the situation. He was just being... quirky, she thought. She almost wanted to smile.

After another pause, Pigsy asked, "Do you need a ride home?" She could see the wheels turning in his head. MK's smile disappeared.

"I don't know..."

"What is it?" Pigsy glanced at MK.

"Heheh, would it be better if I left?" MK asked. "'Cause I can left."

"No, that's ok," Jocelyn almost whispered.

Pigsy looked mad and sad at the same time. They're just trying to help–why? Why would they want to help her? She should go back to the alley before her dad got back. He probably wasn't back by now. What if they were just helping her to get her to help them with something? Obviously. They didn't actually care about her. She should get it over with. "I think I could write it down..."

"Ok!" MK jumped up and brought her a pad of paper and a pen.

She stared at it in her hands. "I might need a minute."

"Alright," Pigsy said. "You just let us know when you're done. Can I get you something to eat?"

She was famished, but didn't have money. "No, thanks." She managed a smile.

"Ok. We'll be in the kitchen."

Hands shaking, she wrote down her story, or what she could of it. She read it over several times before deciding it was ok to give them. Worth a shot, right? What if her dad found her? She walked up to the kitchen and placed the paper and pen on the counter. Pigsy spotted her and walked over. "Can I read it?"

She shrugged. "Go ahead. Is it ok if I sit over there..."

"Of course. Sit anywhere you like."

"Thank you," she said in a small voice. She sat in a chair in the corner and tried not to think.

She was focusing so hard on the texture of the wood table that she didn't notice Pigsy standing there.

"Uhh, Jos... what is it again?"

"Jocelyn."

"Jocelyn. Umm," he took the chair across from her. He looked away awkwardly. "Would you like to stay with us?" he asked softly.

She actually had to hide her excitement. "Live with you?"

"Yeah, we'd work something out. Would you?"

She froze. Then noticed his eyes– concerned. Hopeful. It was probably fake, but she nodded anyway.

Pigsy smiled and let out a sigh of relief. "Good. And– you wouldn't mind working for my noodle shop, would you? In the kitchen or delivering? It would help me out great."

"Of course." She smiled in spite of herself. Smiled!

"Jossy! I made you some food!" MK strutted in with a steaming dish of something.

"MK! I told you to clean up until–" Pigsy stopped scolding when he looked from MK to Jocelyn to the bowl and back to MK.

"Jossy?" she asked, grimacing.

"Yeah, it's ma new nickname for you! I thought of it while making your food."

"It's just Jocelyn."

"Oh. Ok." He let that slide.

She licked her lips to hide a smile.

– – –

Obviously they were just helping her so she would help them. But she would be grateful for whatever help they gave her.

It was better than dead. But dead might have to be an option sometime.

Pigsy kept her note and she didn't think MK ever read it, but she was glad for that. She didn't really want him to know that much about her yet.

She slept on the couch in their apartment above the restaurant, just for that night, though, as Pigsy assured her she would have a bed the next night. She fell right to sleep.

Well what do you think? I was really proud for just throwing this together.

Should I keep writing it?

I was wondering if I could write it out of order, like just write whatever scenes I want and publish them. Like one-shots except it's with Jocelyn specifically.

Wow I hate Kylie compared to Jocelyn.

Anyway thanks for reading! Love you!