John Pov
    "Alex I'm bored." I whined.

"Yeah and I'm busy." He replied, continuing to write in a notebook.

"Whatcha writing?" I asked looking over his shoulder.

"N-nothing!" He stuttered, face planting while trying to get away.

I snickered. "What is it? Were you drawing a dick or something?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.

"No! Why do have to be so kinky all the time?" He exclaimed.

"Someone has to do it." I replied plopping next to him.

He scoffed.

"Oh, so you were writing poetry." I muttered. "Thats boring."

"No it's not!" He protested.

"What's it say? Does it describe your dick?" I asked, taking his notebook.

"John!" He screeched. Running after me.

"Everyone wants something!" I shouted, pushing his head away as he chased me through the hall.

"JOHN GIVE IT BACK!" He shouted trying to take it.

"Perhaps Love, Life, Prosperity!" I read loudly.

"JOHN I SWEAR!" He shouted.

"Death. It's definitely desired by many.." My voice getting quieter as I realized his poem was depressing.

"God damn John!" He yelled, taking it back.

He went back into my room and threw the notebook to the side.

"Now I'm bored too." He grumbled.

"We could...cook dirt." I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

After a moment he said, "...okay."

I smirked and jogged to the kitchen, grabbing a pot and asked Alex, "Do you have a lighter?"

"Yup." He said pulling a lighter out of his pockets.

"...why do you have that in your pocke-"

"You didn't say you were gonna ask!" He protested.

"Fair enough. Follow me." I said walking outside.

I grabbed some dirt, and threw it in the pot. "Go grab some sticks." I ordered.

Alex nodded and went to find sticks. Don't ask how I know how to do this. I had a weird childhood.

"Why do you seemingly have experience in this?" Alex asked, dropping the sticks.

I shrugged and said, "Just guessing."
"Alright."

"ALEXANDER HAMILTON!" We heard someone shout.

"Come on. Can't I go a single fucking day without someone recognizing me?" He muttered.

Alex turned around and then his eyes widened and jaw dropped.

"Holy shit. N-no. She's dead. I watched her die." He said reassuring himself.

"Who is it Alex?" I asked.
"Maria." He said.
"Who?" I repeated.

The girl started running towards him and Alex ran towards her. They finally reacted each other and jumped into a hug.

"I thought you died!" Alex cried.

"I thought you committed suicide!" 'Maria' exclaimed.

I got up and walked to them.

"Yo. I'm John." I told her.

She sneered and said, "And Im not interested." I scoffed.

"Yeah and I'm also gay. Let's start over. Yo, I'm John." I said.

"Maria." She told me.

Then she faced Alex and slapped him.

"That's one for making me think you were dead! Where the fucks your arm?! Who the fuck is John?!"

"I literally just said I'm John." I muttered.

"Maria, it's great to see you again." Alex said, shaking off the fact that she just hit him.

"Oh yeah by the way I guess now that you're still alive I should tell you this." Maria said.

Alex gave her a confused face. "We ain't friends asshole." She told him.

"W-what?" Alex choked.

"We never were. I only was your 'friend' because I pitied you. But honestly? You're just to optimistic. Or fake optimistic." She told him bitterly.

Alex looked like she had just hit him with a truck. "W-why..I- just why?" He asked.

She scoffed. I watched, frozen and to be honest, mortified.

"Alex you're a good guy but we can't be friends." She told him.

"Y-Yeah. Of course." He said trying to be strong.

She sighed. "What the fuck happened to your arm?"

"...I got bit saving a little girl." He muttered.

"God see? You're just to fucking nice! It'll be the death of you!" She exclaimed.

And then she left. Alex let out a shaky breath. I hugged him.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"We were best friends. At least I thought we were." He whispered.

"Oh Alex I'm so sorry." I told him, hugging him tighter.

He cried softly in my shoulder.
"Please don't leave me."
"I never will."
"Thank you."