John Pov
I groaned, opening my eyes. I looked to my left and saw Alex asleep. It didn't take long for me to realize I was at his apartment and on his couch.

"Hello," A man said, who passed through the living room to go to the kitchen.

"Oh..hi." I said.

That must've been..
Tom? It sure as hell wasn't Ed.

I glanced to Alex again and slapped his arm. He woke with a jolt and muttered, "The fuck..?"

Once he saw me, he smirked and pushed away from me and exclaimed, "You fucker!"

"My..
my feelings,"
I mocked.

He pushed me off the couch, and flipped me off. I narrowed my eyes.

So this bitch wants to go?

I grabbed his arm and pulled him off the couch. He fell off of it with a yelp and hit his head on the floor.

"Ow."
He muttered, rubbing his head.

I pinned him down, with much difficulty, but did it nevertheless.
He reached for his knife but I kept his hand down.

"Say uncle,"
I hissed.

"Never!"
He spat.

I heard Tom chuckle from the kitchen. "Go easy on him John." Tom said.

He knows my name?

"He's not the best fighter." Tom added. Alex groaned.

"I am too a good fighter!" Alex called.

"Not without that knife of yours, your not." Tom said, going back to his room.

"I hate everything." Alex muttered. "Say. Uncle." I hissed.

"Fuck you." Alex shot, trying to push me off of him.

"Say it!"
I exclaimed.

Alex looked me in the eyes and hissed, "It."

"You know what I meant." I said, raising an eyebrow.

I heard Ed come out of his room.

"You know, Alex, both Tom and myself have taught you how to win at this. You're just a bad fighter."
Ed deadpanned.

"I'm trying!"
Alex exclaimed.

"I know. And that's what makes it sad." Ed replied.

I snickered.
"Say uncle bitch." I said.

Alex sighed and averted his eyes. "Fine." He muttered.

I smirked, only to get pushed off Alex and pinned, a knife at my neck.

"Oh shit."
I whispered, smiling.

He smirked and got off me, clicking his switchblade and putting it in his coat. Ed did a golf clap thing and went back into his room.

"I could beat you at that any day."
Alex said, sitting down on the couch.

"I had you for a little while." I said.

"Yeah and I'm also hungover so fuck your chicken strips." Alex replied.

I snickered.
"Was the vine reference really necessary?" I asked.

"Of course it was." He said.

"You wanna go to my house?" I asked. "I mean..sure." He said.

"Imma go get my cigs, gimme a second." Alex added, getting up.

"Oh wait, and another thing. Maybe..leave the coat. I have younger siblings and they might have heart attacks if they see a modern day Jason Dean walk into their house." I said.

"Or they might be taken off guard by my skinny ass arms." He said.

"It ain't my fault you got super feminine arms!" I exclaimed.

He faked gasped and put a hand to his chest.

"It's one thing to say my arms are skinny, it's another thing to call em feminine!" He exclaimed.

"We both know it's true."
I said.

He rolled his eyes and went to his room to get his cigs. Alex came out of his room and grabbed his keys, starting to leave his apartment.

"Bitch no. Your coat."
I said.

He groaned and threw it onto the couch and asked, "Is this good enough?"

"Yeah. Your good." I said.

"I feel fucking naked." Alex muttered as we left his apartment.

"Stop doing that thing with your arms and maybe you'll be less self conscious." I said as we walked to the elevator.

"What thing?" He asked, glancing down at his arms.

"That thing you're doing. You're keeping them like glued to your chest!" I exclaimed.

He looked at confused and tried to relax his shoulders.

We walked into the elevator and listened to Mozart. I saw him staring at the vomit stain on the carpet. We went down the the lobby of the apartment and Alex looked uncomfortable to an extreme amount.

"Hey Alex! Where's the trench coat?"
A guy called.

Ah.
That must be his friend Thomas.

"Shut up!" Alex called, walking from the building.

Once we got outside he looked at his arms and shook his head.

"Jeez, if it bothers you so much then just..here," I said, taking off my jacket and handing it to him.

"Thanks,"
He muttered, putting it on.

He took a cig out and put it in his mouth, hopping onto his motorcycle. "Want one?" He asked.

"Yea,"
I said, taking it from him.

"What's with you and long sleeves?"
I asked.

"We've talked about this before."
Alex hummed.

"What? No we haven't." He started to drive away from the apartment.

"We have." He replied.

"Um, bitch then I was either high or I-"

"The sharpener missing razors should be enough of an answer Johnny."
He said.

"Oh and by the way,
where the fuck do you live?"