Alex's Pov:

"What's the thin ass thick ass ugly ass poor ass smelly ass bitch ass mother fucker doing in my apartment," Francis pointed at me once he came into the kitchen.

"My apartment" John specified, "ya lucky I'm even letting you stay here," he mumbled as he reached into the freezer for an ice pack.

I sat awkwardly at the table letting my eyes close for a while.

"I mean, come on Jacky, you smelled the guy, when was the last time he took a shower,"

"When was the last time you got some dick," I mumbled suddenly mocking him, "wit'cho thin ass, thick ass, rich ass, uglier ass, ain't even got an ass, bitch ass mother fucker self,"

Francis stared me down looking like he was going to kill me while I mocked his expression, my head in my arms. John was in the corner laughing his ass off.

He crossed his arms leaving the room as he rolled his eyes. John continued laughing as he reached for a paper towel to wrap the ice pack in. Once he was done he handed it to me and told me to put it on my nose.

I nodded placing it on the bridge of my nose immediately screeching.

"What?" John asked.

"Why is that so fucking cold?" I yelled.

"Its an ice pack," he turned back to his counter, going under the sink to retrieve what seems to be dog food.

The view of his ass from here wasn't bad, really. I felt my face heat up as he turned back around to get the dog bowls.

I placed the ice pack back on my nose hissing as the coldness burned my nose.

"Fuck," he exclaimed as Alexander ran between his legs causing him to spill the food.

I giggled holding onto the table.

John shot me a sheepish grin as he went to go turn on his...well frankly I dont know what it is.

"What is that?" I pointed to the object now rolling on the floor.

"Its my roomba, I have 2 more of them to clean the floor constantly," John replied.

"Oh...,"

I removed the ice pack from my nose.

"Oh shit," John said rushing forward.

"What?" I asked.

"Your nose is... bruised...." he said.

"How bad,"

"Is purple a bad sign?"

"I would think so,"

"I am so sorry for slamming the door in your face," he apologized.

"John, its fine," I brushed it off.

"Are you sure??" He whispered.

I nodded handing him the ice pack.

"Um...I should probably leave," I waved a little.

"Of course...right,"

"IT'S ABOUT TIME THE BITCH LEFT, WHY'D YOU BRING A HOMELESS MOTHER FUCKER INTO MY PLACE," Francis yelled from the other room.

"ITS MY PLACE, AND HE HAS HIS OWN APARTMENT" John yelled back leading me to the door.

I didn't even say bye, I slipped out the door and out the building. And of course everyone stared at my dirty self, that smelled, look beaten and sick.

Probably wondering what I was going coming out of a penthouse.

I sighed opening the door.

The chilling air hit my face making my sniffle, I stuffed my hands into my sweater pockets letting a tear roll down my face as I walked back across the street.

What the fuck am I still alive for? It would be easy to get run over in New York...
I made my way back to the shop somehow, this time stepping inside to stay somewhere warm.

"Sorry sir, but we're closing," a girl in a red turtle neck said.

The turtleneck was tucked into ripped black Jean's as she wore converse. Her hair falling to her shoulders complimenting her brown skin. She was working behind the counter, organizing the different pastries.

"Of course, right," I said turning to leave as another similar looking girl wearing a yellow long sleeved shirt turned to the Red One (tm) awkwardly.

I opened the door hearing the bell  jingle in response. I sighed turning the corner to sit at the side of the store where I usually sat.

My eyes slightly shut leaning against the hard cold as ice brick.