So..I found out my foster brother loves the movie Love, Simon.
He let me re watch it with him.
It was weird because I'm out to him..
but not?
Like, I think he knows but I never really..
said it.
That movie is just..tears man.
Tears.

Alex Pov
So. The cracker guy wasn't there today. That means John and I didn't eat. Which sucks, but it's fine.

I've gotten a little used to being slightly starved, mainly because the prison gives such bad food, some days I wouldn't even get out of bed.

It sounds pretty bad when I word it like that but..
it's true.

"I'm hungry." John muttered.
I groaned and curled into a ball.

"I never would've signed up for this if I knew the cracker guy would let us down." I said.

"Cracker guy?
You call him that?"
He asked.

"Well I don't know his name." I said. "Fair enough." John breathed.

"Ya think anyone's gonna give us money?" I asked.

John shrugged.

"Wait.
Do you still have that ten dollar bill?"
I asked John.

His face lit up, and he reached into his pocket. He started to laugh as he pulled it out of his pocket. We both laughed in scared, relived tones.

"Oh my god I'm so hungry." He said, standing up.

We are living off crackers and water. Going one day without the bare necessities that we're living on, physically hurts.

"Thank god you're with me or else, I'd die." John said softly.

"Nah you wouldn't. You're tough," I told him.

"Yeah. Says a Brooklyn motherfucker who spent his late teens in the army." John said playfully.

I rolled my eyes, punching his arm. "You're tough! You went to prison and shit, and that place is ruthless. I was only there for like two months." I said.

"I was there for two years."
He said quietly.

"Yeah! You's is damn tough!"
I exclaimed.

He snickered.
"Let's go find some food before I die." John said.

"Yeah."
I agreed.

He pulled me close, putting his hand in mine. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"I don't care that we don't have money, or that we are homeless. I'm just grateful you're by my side, because I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you." He said softly.

"..Thanks.
Damn, I'm glad I was your cell mate."
I said.

"I'm glad I was your gay cell mate."
He added.

I laughed and buried my head into the crook of his neck.

"Go to hell!"
A lady exclaimed, walking by.

"With you on the Earth, I'm already there." I replied subconsciously, staring into Johns eyes.

Another girl stopped next to John and I.

"You guys are really cute. Don't listen to that lady. She's an ass." The girl said.

She looked around sixteen.
"Thank you." John said.

The girl smiled, and walked off. 

"Let's go find food now, Alright? I'm dying here." John said, pulling me along.

I chuckled, following him.

"Slow down, I can't walk that fast!"
I exclaimed.

"Shorty!" John said, walking at a pace that I barely consider walking.

"You're four inches taller than me. Barely!" I told him, jogging after him.

He took a turn and went into a shop. It was a dollar store, but you do what you can.

"Hey, you wait here and get what you want. I'm gonna go..
get some stuff,"
He said, walking into the depths of the store.

Where the hell is he going?
You know what?
I'm too hungry to care.

Every time a saw food,
I nearly ate it on the spot.
I grabbed bread, don't ridicule me.

It doesn't go stale too quick and you can get large rations of it, which is great.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I immediately flinched curling my hand into a fist, and swiftly turned around, ready for a fight.

"Hey, Hey calm down tiger." John said, wrapping his arms around me.

"More bread?" He asked.
"Yeah. We need it and you know it,"
I told John.

He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead.

"What ever you say my boy." He said.

"Why are you bein' all nice? I ain't used to you's..bein like this." I told him.

"It's your birthday tomorrow. Gotta make up for all the asshole moments." He told me like it was obvious, grabbing the bread and paying for it.

I nodded slowly, trailing behind him. He smiled and motioned to come over to him.

We walked back to our bench, eating bread like a medieval doctor would come to saw our legs off tomorrow.

"Who was your first gay crush?"
John asked.

"Have you eve watched Game of Thrones?" I asked him.

"Yeah.
Why?"
He replied.

"I gotta say Jon Snow, looked quite fine." I told him.

John snickered, eating his bread.

"What about you?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He hummed.
"First gay crush?" I elaborated.

"..You're gonna laugh at me." He said. "Ooh, now I really want to know."
I said excitedly.

"...It May or May not have been sort of literally in love with Harry Potter as a kid." He told me.

I burst out laughing.

"Harry Potter? That's- That's your first-"

I cut myself off with my own laughter.

"Shut up knucklehead."
He groaned, pushing my shoulder.

"You love me." I teased.
He pulled me close to him.

"Yeah.
You're right.
I love you."
He said.

"Happy almost birthday, kid."

I sighed in content.
Damn, I love him so fucking much. He's the best birthday present I could have.

I'm so glad I met him.
I don't think I could last homeless, moneyless, and basically starving in the streets of Arizona all by myself.

"Hey John?" I asked.
"What?" He replied.

"I have the real sudden urge to kiss you." I told him.

"Go for it kid,"
He said, a grin creeping on his face.

I pulled him down slightly and felt my heart start to pound.

I drifted my hand to his neck, his hand holding my the back of my head.

After what felt like the greatest moments of bliss, we parted.

"I love you Alex."
"I love you John."