Alex Pov
I didn't want to leave our apartment. But we had to go out and get food and some point. I was scared to leave. What if the cops saw us, and recognized us? I put on my jacket, letting it stay open.

"Alright, just try to keep your head down, don't draw much attention, don't talk if you don't need to and don't run from the cops. We can just lie our way out of shit, aight? You're Parker, I'm Jack."
John said quickly, opening the door.

I nodded, following him outside.

It was a Saturday, which meant people were out and the streets were semi busy.

I couldn't help but feel nervous, though we hadn't done anything good wrong. I mean, we had, but it wasn't really recently per say.

"I feel sick." I muttered.

"Do you really? Or is it just the anxiety getting to you?" John pretty much deadpanned.

"I..
I think-"

I cut myself off my leaning into the street and vomiting.

"Jesus kid! Are you alright?"
John asked.

I knew people were staring now.
Damn it. I could practically feel their eyes on John and I.

"Kid?"
John said, rubbing my back.

I got on my knees and continued to throw up in the gutter of the street.

I groaned, and wiped my mouth.

A few pedestrians stopped and watched.

Wow.
Thanks guys.

"Is he alright?" A girl asked John.

I couldn't see it but I'm pretty sure John shrugged.

"You know..they kind of look those guys on the news." Someone muttered.

Well fuck.
Can't I just vomit in the street in some peace?

"Kid, come on. Let's go." John muttered, shifting on his feet.

I coughed a few times and stumbled back to my feet. I grabbed at my stomach and leaned on him.

I looked back at where I had thrown up and gagged a little.

"I ain't cleaning that." I told John. "Yeah me neither. Let's go." He muttered, walking away quickly.

I followed.

"I've done that before." I said.
"..You've puked in a gutter before?"
He asked slowly.

"Mhm."
I hummed, looking back behind us.

"..Sounds fun..why have you vomited in a street before?" He asked.

I shrugged.
"Brooklyn isn't the friendliest place on Earth. Then there's Nevis. I didn't do so great in Nevis compared to other people." I said.

He glanced at me with a slightly concerned face, but nodded anyway.

"Good job not drawing any attention," John muttered, seeing all the side glances we were getting.

"Hey! It's not like I could help it."
I said.

"You coulda keep your lunch down." He said.

"What lunch?"
I hissed, knowing he was fully aware I hadn't eaten.
Neither had he.

He gave me a short glare, sighing.

I watched cars drive by, trying to forget the ache in my stomach.

I grabbed Johns hand, intertwining our fingers. He rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, but didn't acknowledge it any more than that.

He's not very good at expressing 'feelings' and neither am I, so we both keep silent, walking down the sidewalk.

"I'm willing to steal shit if you are."
He said.

We haven't stole in a while.
But then again, we are almost dropping below that poverty line because our landlord is an asshole and hates us.
I wonder why.

"Yea sure. I'm down."
I said, giving a small shrug.

The police might find us but we'll run. We'll hide. I'll leave the fucking country if it means not going back to prison.

John looked at me in surprise. "Really?" He asked.

I shrugged.
"I see no reason not to...other than the law but fuck da police." I said, smiling softly.

John snickered.
"How bout that store?" John asked, nudging me and gesturing to a grocery store.

"It kinda looks like the one that we stole from in New York." I said.

"Huh. You're right."
John said, crossing the street with me.
~•~•~•~

Soon enough, I was sprinting out the door of Walmart with tons of food and..
well there may or may not have been some cigs and a lighter in the mix but that's beside the point.

The security guard ran after us, no doubt calling for 'back up' or possibly the police. I didn't care. I just needing to fucking run.

"GET BACK HERE!" The guard shouted.

Damn this guard is a lot more fit then I anticipated. I didn't want to play dirty but..
yeah I did.
Who am I kidding?
It's what I'm good at.

I'm best when I cheat.

"Follow me,"
I said to John, panting.

I looked for alleys but couldn't find any. What the fuck?

Does Flagstaff just
lack
alleys?

I saw a ladder on a..
hotel building?
Maybe apartment?

I ran to it, pulling it down and going up the ladder two steps a time. John followed behind me.

I saw a ledge or porch type thing.
I hopped off the ladder and swiftly pulled myself onto the ledge, pulling my hood up.

John did the same.

I didn't hear the guard anymore. Maybe he's gone?

"Thieves!"
I heard a voice shout.

I saw the guard below us. Then I heard a shriek from behind us. I turned around and saw a woman, standing there in shock.

So it is a hotel.
I groaned and John quickly apologized to the woman, opening the glass door, and running inside the hotel.

The lady continued to scream and begged for us not to kill her. Like we would kill her.

"Sorry ma'am!"
I called, running out of her hotel room, and into the hall.

I followed John in the elevator.
John pressed the button and we went down a level.

We both panted heavily, listening to the faint elevator music.

"So. How are you?" John asked, adjusting the bag of stuff he stole.

"I'm pretty good, how about yourself?" I asked.

"Eh. I've seen better days."
He replied.

I gave a short nod and listened to the elevator music. The elevator stopped and we got out, sprinting out of the hotel, catching confused stares.

We ran and ran until we were completely out of breath.

I slumped against a wall, too tired to move. John sighed heavily, dropping down next to me.

"Yeah. I think the cops are gonna be onto us now."

~•~•~•~

Imma do this cuz I'm bored.

1. Skipped class?
You know it :)
2. Done drugs?
Nah
3. Self Harmed?
Yup
4. Drank?
Yup
5.Shoplifted?
Well. Sorta.
6. Gotten a tattoo?
Too young for dat shit.
7. Broken up with someone?
Well. Sorta.

—•—•—•

8. Favorite show?
Game of Thrones.
9. Favorite Movie?
Uh..A Quiet Place?
10. Favorite Song?
The bedroom down the hall.
11. Favorite Artist?
Imma assume it means song artist, and that would be Lin Manuel-Miranda.
12. Favorite band?
The Beatles.
13. Favorite Memory?
I..don't have one.
14. Favorite book?
Hungry.

Just gonna skip 15-21 cuz I'm a lazy lil boy-

22. Age?
Younger than you think.
You can guess, but you'll probably get it wrong. I dunno though.
23. Sign?
Aquarius
24. Height?
Bitch I dunno?? Either 4"11 or 5 ft
25. Sexual orientation?
Bi, bi, bitch.
26. Shoe size?
..uh six? I dunno.
27. Religion?
I don't remember. I think my dad is Catholic and Mum is Jewish? I dunno man.
28. Longest relationship?
I have know my best friend for around..eight years. But I haven't really dated anyone, but I kinda have.

-•Imma Skip some lol•-

29. Gay rights?
Da gays are cool bitches ;)
30. Abortion?
..yeEtuS thAt feTuS-
31. Marijuana?
I don't give a two fucks.
32. Do you like yourself?
Not really.
I'm an asshole, lemme tell ya-

—•—•—•

Your friend,
Your best friend,
Your brother,

~S.SGlasses