John's Pov:

Francis might kill me, but God damn it's gonna be worth it, I licked my lips.

Alexander looked at me awkwardly from the side.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked.

"To my penthouse,"

"Why?" His eyes widened.

"So I can ice your face,"

"What does that mean?"

"It means we need to put ice on your face to prevent it from bruising,"

"Where are you gonna get ice?"

"My freezer,"

"You have a freezer?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah, do you not have one in your place,"

"I-I dont have an apartment," he said shuffling awkwardly.

"A house, a dorm?" I questioned.

"I'm-," he started coughing to cover himself, "I mean yeah, I have an apartment."

"Oh..." I trailed off.

"Weren't you going to sleep on that staircase?" I asked.

"No," he snapped. 

"Okay okay," I said

We arrived at the elevator.

"What is this?" Alexander asked as I pressed the button.

"An elevator," I shrugged, "dont you have one in your apartment building?"

"I mean- yeah, of course, yes, I just take the stairs usually-"

"That's fine, way better than me anyway," I grinned.

He sheepishly smiled back at me a light blush spreading across his face.
Jesus fucking christ how can one human be so cute.

The door opened and I stepped on realizing Alexander still stood on the outside.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked.

"Of course yeah, just- are you sure this thing is safe?" He asked pointing at it.

"You're adorable, you live in Manhatten, in New York, in the United States of America, it's either safe or deadly and I trust this," I responded leaving Alexander with a stunned look on his face.

He hesitantly stepped on as the doors started to close and he froze. I placed my hand in front of the door holding it back, "come on" I pleaded. He walked inside sighing when I allowed the door to close.

I pressed the button for the 17th floor pulling my phone out of my back pocket.

His eyes widened when he saw it.

"Is this the old iPhone X, yes," I said.

"What is that- ahajdkididjd," Alexander said as the elevator starting going up. He grabbed onto the bar.

"What in gods fucking name is happening to my body???"

"Gravity?" I answered as the door dinged stating that we arrived. It opened allowing me to hop off turning back to see Alexander actually followed me this time.

"See, you're getting the hang of it," I gently pushed his shoulder causing him to almost fall over.

"Jesus Christ," I caught him by the waist. He was light, way too light and frail. When was the last time he ate?

"You want something to eat?" I questioned pulling out my keys as we made our way down the hall to the last door. I unlocked it throwing the door open as he shook his head no. I nodded in response.

"Welcome to the crunkest place in all of New York, my penthouse," I exclaimed as my baby came running for me.

"Hi pumpkin, who's a good girl,"

Alexander gasped as my floofy doge threw herself on him.

"Her name is pumpkin, she is a Maltese," another dog came running up to me, panting heavily as I scratched behind Pumpkin's ears.

"This is Princess, she is a pug," I cooed, his eyes lighting up.

"Francis, where is Sweetie and Sugar," I yelled out.

"You named all your pets after pet names," Alex inquired while Princess sniffed his hand.

"Of course,"

"This is Sweetie," I said, "she is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi,"

"And best of all, Sugar."

Alex's eyes widened as a 3 legged Bernese Mountain Dog hobbled over to him.

"Oh my gosh," Alex cooed falling to his knees to hug the doggo. The doge sniffed his opened arms before licking his face gently.

"Awwww," I almost cried.

"JOHN!," someone called out.

"Yeah babe," I called out.

"Get your bitches under control, mother fucker pissed on my damn bed," Francis complained.

I rolled my eyes shutting the door behind me as Alexander gave me a sympathetic look.

I petted Sugar's head. Everything is going to be alright, I thought.

I gestured for Alexander to follow me on my way to the kitchen, the dogs were nagging at him but he didnt mind.

"Oh sHIt!," I yelled as I almost tripped on my cat.

"CAT," Alexander screeched.

"His name is," I hesitated almost laughing, "Alexander,"

(A/N: IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THE DOGGOS LOOK LIKE PROCEED, I AM MOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CUTNESS OVERLOAD:

Hahahhahah, lmao, bitch you thought, that's next chapter