The Girl With The Blue Hair (Astro Rocky Fanfic)

Chapter 1

You sighed and adjusted the earbud in your right ear, walking down the crowded main street. You flipped your hood up as you turned the corner onto a more abandoned road, knowing that there were perverted drunks and creeps everywhere here. They had learned not to mess with you, but you still kept your head down, letting your hair cover your face. It fell just past your shoulders, long and straight, and was dyed a dark blue, the tips a bright, electric teal blue. A small streak at the front was also dyed bright blue, running down and connecting with the tips. It was what you were known for, easily recognizable so everyone knew it was you they knew not to approach. Even now you felt the eyes follow you, itching to touch the body that you had learned to conceal beneath hoodies and rumbled skinny jeans with high tops. Even though it was dark and dangerous, this was the only chance you had to do what you loved; dancing, because this was one of the days when your father worked late, meaning he wouldn't get home until at least one in the morning. So you used the time you got, a couple days a week, to go out and dance to your heart's content, until your feet gave out and your heart was racing with exhaustion and exhilaration. That was the only time you felt alive. Before, when you were a little girl with an actual mom and dad, you had had money for real lessons. But then your mother's glimmering eyes, full of light, had faded day by day, until she finally left, leaving you behind. Now every day your father would come home drunk, beat you, then go out and snort everything in sight until he returned and tried to sell you and your body to his friends. You had grown up learning to take care of yourself. You tugged the sleeves of your hoodie down lower over the bruises on your arms and approached the heavily graffitied skateboard tunnel where you usually practiced. You stopped when you entered though, hearing two voices. You raised your head at the same time the conversation in front of you was cut off. There were two boys standing next to a stereo hooked up to a speaker, both of them staring at you. One of them was a blonde, blue at the tips, wearing a paint splattered sweatshirt, and the other, slightly taller, had dark brown hair and had on a black muscle tank top with the design of a dollar bill etched in white. The blonde one said something to you, you could tell by the way his lips moved, so you removed an earbud, your face still expressionless. "Mwo?" He chuckled. "I said, what's a pretty thing like you doing here?" You slid your phone out of your pocket, pausing the music and stowing a dangling earbud next to it. "I could ask you the same thing." And it was true, the two boys in front of you were undeniably handsome, topping the males you saw in your everyday life, faces you had grown used to not being able to look at. Not that it mattered. "Okay fine, you got me." He grinned. "But what are you doing here anyway? It's late." You sighed, rolling your eyes, and lowered your hood, shaking your blue hair out. "Yeah. And I could ask you the same thing. And why are you staring at me? There's nothing wrong with me is there?" You turned to the brown haired one, who had said nothing but had looked at you the whole time. He stirred at your words and frown in his direction. "Oh! Um...yeah, sorry. Jinjin and I were just practicing our routine for a competition. I'm Rocky, by the way. What's your name?" You narrowed your eyes at the pair and stepped sideways a little. "You don't need to know my name. You'll probably never see me again after tonight. But are you done practicing? I have limited time." "Okay, Miss Blue, we'll leave. It's not like we did anything to you." Jinjin replies, stepping back and holding up his hands by his chest, as if he was surrendering. "I didn't say that. And you can never tell what anyone will do to you, if you don't know them. I've had my experience." Jinjin raises an eyebrow, but turns, shaking his head. You lean against the wall, watching them pack up with a stony expression, noticing that Rocky would glance at you every few seconds, then look away when you cocked an eyebrow at him. Within a few minutes they left and you started by freestyling Zayn's Pillowtalk.