Alex Pov
I sat on the bench, unwrapping my bandages.

John had went to a Walgreens earlier and got stuff for my arm. He did have to steal some stuff, but it's fine.
I've gotten a little used to stealing stuff now.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't do this in public." John said, looking around.

I wrapped my arm back up and asked, "Wanna go back to that corner shop and see if he has a bathroom?"

"Yeah sure."
John replied, standing up.

We walked inside the store.
The same man who helped us yesterday was there.

"Hello gentlemen!" He exclaimed.

"D-do you have a bathroom?"
John asked.

I faked coughed into my arm.
He nodded, looking at us with concern.

"It's at the back and to the left."
He told us.

We walked back there and went in. I sat on a sink, unwrapping my arm.

John took one look at my arm and turned around gagging.

"Oh, Grow up."
I breathed.

I started to put rubbing alcohol on my cut, wincing slightly. Then put the needle to the edge of my cut and started to stitch it.

John turned back around and gagged again. He went into a stall and started to throw up.

"Well thanks."
I said under my breath, still stitching my arm.

It didn't really hurt to stitch it, but it definitely did sting.

The only reason it didn't hurt to much is because I've had many stitches in the past, one of those being from a bullet, which was way more painful than this.

It wasn't bleeding too much right now, which I was grateful for.
I started to finish up.
I wrapped the bandages back around my arm and pushed the stall door open.

"You good?"
I asked John, who was on his knees, gripping the toilet.

"I'm good, I'm good."
He repeated, wiping his mouth and stumbling up.

"How's your arm?"
He asked.

"Fine."
I told him, walking out of the bathroom.

I heard him flush the toilet and follow after me.

"Are you two Alright?..I heard someone throwing up.."
The man at the counter said.

I shot a glare to John.
"Hey, it ain't my fault you cut your arm." John hissed.

"Yeah? It ain't my fault you threw up in a corner shop bathroom." I shot back.

John rolled his eyes.
"I can't believe I date you."
He muttered.

"You love me and you know it." I said. "Fuck you." He snapped.

"Love ya too Johnny!" I said, grinning. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, could we have crackers again?" John asked the guy at the front desk.

He looked back into the staff room of the shop. And quickly handed John water and crackers.

"Thanks."
John said, smiling.

"You know, if you guys wanted to get jobs here, so you wouldn't have to be living off crackers and water, just come tomorrow and fill out applications and have interviews. It pays well and since not to many people work here, you'd most definitely get the job."
He told us.

John and I made short eye contact.

"We'll think about it."
John told him.

I opened the door for him, doing a little bow. He snickered and walked out. I followed him to the bench that we practically claimed.

I sat next to him, eating crackers and drinking water like yesterday.
He wrapped an arm around me.

"You're right. I do love you."
He said softly.

"Aw thanks."
I said mockingly.

He chuckled, drinking his water.

"We are going to apply for those jobs, right?" I asked.

"Right. After a few months we'll be able to get a crappy apartment and slowly become financially stable, like our original plan." He told me.

"But for now we got our good old trusty bench." I said, laughing as I pat the bench.

A woman walked by, putting ten dollars down.

Damn!
Ten dollars?!

"Thank you ma'am!"
I called.

She turned around.
It was Angie.

"Don't mention it."
She said smiling.

John grinned, punching my arm.
"How about that, huh?" He said, picking it up and stuffing it in his pocket.

He took off his jacket, muttering,
"It's do fucking hot here."

"Yeah, I know right? And it's January! Speaking of January, it's my birthday in four days." I told him.

"You still want cigs and a vape pen?" He asked, sighing.

"I mean..I said unconditional love but if you insist then I would gladly ta-"

He laughed, pushing my arm.
"Fucking asshole," He said between his laughter.

I faked gasped.
"My..
my feelings,"
I said, putting a hand over my chest.

He chuckled.
"Bringing that back, aye?"
He asked.

I shrugged.
"I'm no asshole. When I was born, the Lord said, "Oh my..he's too perfect for this world.'" I told John.

John snorted.
"Oh please. When you were born, Satan said, 'Oh look. Finally some good competition.'"
John said.

I fake gasped again.
"Little did you know, I am Satan."
I said, drinking my water.

"Wait, what?"
"What."
"No, what did you say?!"
"...Nothin'."