Guess who had an anxiety attack?
Haha.
Me.

Yayyy.
And I'm pissed beyond-
fucking-
I just-
There's honestly no way to describe how fucking pissed I am.
I'll talk about it at the end of this chapter ;)

Smut Warning.
*sigh*
I'm too young for this shit-

John Pov
-•Four Months Later•-

Our apartment was awful, not going to lie. It was some serious low grade shit. That's coming from me.

The former prisoner.
The person who lived on a bench for almost five months.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing a very stressed out Alex next to a radio. "What's shakin'?" I asked.

He looked to me with only true utter fear in his eyes.

"The police know we're in Arizona."
He whispered.

My stomach dropped to the fucking floor.

I laughed nervously.
"You're fucking kidding, right?
Tell me you're kidding."
I said, a slight growl in my voice.

"I don't know! They just..
tracked us I guess? I don't fuckin' know!" He exclaimed, clutching his hair.

"We moved to the other side of the country." I hissed in a state of denial.

"I know! I was fucking there John! I don't wanna go back to prison man. I can't go back to prison, I can't, I can't-"

"Kid, calm the fuck down, aight? We just need to lie low for a couple days and it'll all just blow over." I said.

"No, no, they're gonna find us John. I don't wanna go back." He muttered, pacing.

I grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. "We aren't going back to prison."
I said.

"How do you know?" He snapped. "Because the cops can't count to twenty with their god damn shoes on Alex. As long as we don't make a fucking scene, we're fine." I told him.

He was quiet, chewing on his lip.

"What about Dylan?" He finally asked. "What about Dylan?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What if he finds out who we are and tells the cops? What if-
what if he already told the cops?!"
Alex exclaimed, starting to panic again.

"Kid, you gotta calm down." I said, watching as Alex paced the kitchen once more.

"What if we just turn ourselves in? Wait. Never mind that's stupid."

"Damn right it is. We's ain't doin' nothin until it all blows over, aight kid?" I asked.

He continued to pace stuck in his own mind. "Kid?" I said, an eyebrow raised.

He snapped back to reality and gave a slight nod.

"Are you alright Alexander?" I asked.

First name.
Proper grammar.
He knows its gotta be serious if I'm doin' that.

I mean, he knew it was serious before but..the bar is rising up.

He glanced back to me, making short eye contact then averting his eyes.
"I'm good." He muttered.

I smiled and stood up, going over to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I leaned down a bit, kissing him gently.

He pulled me close, his hands gripping my back. I kissed his neck, while he grinned like an idiot. I pulled off him and ruffled his hair.

"You're an idiot kid." I muttered.
He rolled his eyes, still smiling.

"So..if we lie low that means no working and lying to our landlord?" Alex asked.

"Mhm," I hummed, holding his hips. He took one of my hands and led me back to our bedroom.

Is this..
is this going where I think it's gonna go?

Damn now I'm a little hyped,
not gonna lie.

So then we made out on our bed.

No other way to describe it then that, because that's what it was. I felt a surge of confidence and decided it would be a good idea to put my hand in his shirt.

He must've thought it was a fucking great idea because he ditched the whole 'shirt thing' all together.

Next thing I know,
we're both shirtless,
on our bed,
making out.

I ran my hands over his sides, feeling him shiver a bit. I pushed him down so he was lying back on the bed.

He ran his hand through my hair, which was quite nice. He let go of me, much to my displeasure, and started to unbuckle his belt.

Okay never mind.
If he's gonna let go of me to do somethin' then that is acceptable.

He tossed it to the side, me following the same actions with my own. He smiled softly, rubbing his hand along my back.

I felt that surge of confidence again.
I traced a line to the hem of Alex's boxers. I didn't say anything but I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

He nodded, a tiny smirk on his face. The kid will never stop being so fucking cocky, will he?

I cupped his crotch, rubbing him slowly. He let out a breathless moan, his eyes closing.

"Feel good?"
I asked.

"Yeah. Just Erm..
keep doin' Whatcha doin'."
He said, waving a hand.

I rolled my eyes, but did as he said. I saw a small dark spot start to form on his underwear.

"Woah!
Alex!
Are you...
turned on by this?
Are you..
a gay?"
I asked, faking shock, as I pulled away.

He groaned and flipped me off.
I snickered, jabbing his ribs and kissing him again.

He held my sides, grinding on me. Feeling him against me was...
making me feel good to say the least.

I pulled off him, and went back to the hem of his boxers.

"This aight?"
I asked.

He nodded and gave an almost exasperated thumbs up. I smirked, pulling off his underwear.

"Hold your legs up," I told him. He did so, but had a questioning look on his face.

"What are you gonna d-
Oh my-
That's good-
Okay-"

He cut himself off repeatedly as I started to rimming him.

He let out a few
...audible...
moans every time I got close to the sides of his hole.

I got off him and started to jack him off. If I said something, I doubt he'd be able to comprehend it to the full amount.

I put my mouth around his dick and started to..
you know..
blow him.

He was mostly quiet, letting out breathless moans. I held his hips down so he couldn't buck at all, much to his irritation.

"J-John I'm gonna- You outta ge-"

I pulled off of him and watched him cum on his chest, releasing the tension that built up in his stomach.
He moaned, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face.

"So how was that?"
I asked.

"N-nice."
He said, still breathless.

I lied down next to him pulling him close to me.

"I'm so fuckin' tired." Alex muttered. "Should I take a shower now or the morning?" He asked, though it was almost a mumble.

"Just..
just do it in the morning. I don't give half a fuck anymore." I replied.

"Nice."

~•~•~•~

Okay and now here's what your author was pissed about!

Ha.
Wow.
Someone give me this persons pronouns so I can roaST DA FUCK OUTTA THEM-

Number one,
Fuck.
You.

Number two,
I'm in one of the highest gifted classes and kids still trip over their words because of they're anxious because the whole class is fucking looking at them. Or at least thinking about them.
Even in the regular classes I have, nobody does well reading for the class. It's always awkward and the kids voice is usually too 'quiet' or whatever some cunt will point out.
I have anxiety and though I don't choke over every word, being able to speak for the class at all, is pretty great in my book,
so
fuck
off.

Number three,
If this post was a joke, it's not at all funny and nobody is laughing. Nobody.
I fucking know that everyone had that fear of speaking for the class.
Some people also just can't read as well as you!
Like, don't be a bitch about it though!
That's just fucking fucked up!
Damn.

Number four,
See back to Number One.

Though I did make a few little jokes here and there on this, I was pretty fucking upset when I saw that repost or whatever on Instagram.

Sincerely,
A very pissed off anxiety ridden child.

The end.

Your friend,
Your best friend,
Your brother,

~S.SGlassss.