AUs maybe..

Don't Rob Rich People, Kids!

A/N - so, this won't last long, I'll either draft this or will never complete this, but if you're reading this then I didn't draft or scrap this!! yay me!!

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With a pain in his side and a bitter taste in his mouth, Mark tried to make his way across the street, almost limping. He tried to put as much pressure onto his injury as possible, being able to stop some of the bleeding, most of it coming from his forearm. Now, this wouldn't be as unusual, since, y'know, he gets into fights a lot, but just to clear this up a little bit, Mark has just found his way into a house and got absolutely destroyed by the owners, meaning he was alone. A fourteen-year-old boy isn't much good with defense on his own.

"It would've been easier with the other three." the boy muttered under his breath, accusing the other three of not being there to help him, nor stop him from going outside. The 'other three' were his probably closest friends ever, or at least he thought about it that way. There was Felix, the brutally honest, mainly monotone one, Lavender, the groups caretaker and very easily the kindest one there, and Charlie, the only one of them who was the most similar to Mark, despite his more aggressive and cheery personality. 

Mark arrived on the very familiar street, having gone this way more than once, to what the boy called 'home', but really it was an abandoned, run-down old graffitied house the four found, deciding to make some renovations and living there. 

Well, you play with the cards you're dealt, they didn't have anywhere else to like, but man did Mark hate that saying. 'You play with the cards you're dealt', can't you change your cards in some games? Like Uno! You LITERALLY put down and pick up different cards, why couldn't he do that?

But no, he wasn't trying to feel upset today, or at least not more than he already was, and he wanted a shower, all the blood over his clothes and skin made him feel uncomfortable and oddly dry. "AH, SHIT!" The brunette yelled out, the curse echoing into the street. He forgot to cover his wound, making the vital liquid flow out freely, sticking his flesh to his clothes, making him wince in pain whenever he tugged on his sleeve. Lav will surely be the first to get concerned, urging to patch him up immediately, and despite how much he appreciated the concern, he would probably have to be held down, since Mark isn't too keen on the idea of help.

The hazel-eyed boy stared up at his looming house, looking as if it could fall on top of him and crush them at any moment in time, but they decided to ignore that thought, and frantically knocked with their non-injured hand, hearing shuffles from the other end of the door. He could tell the person on the other side was sceptical, because around these parts of the suburbs, it'll either be a gang or the police, so they waited for someone to talk and Mark eventually caught up with what was happening. "What's next, you ask me for a password? Just open the door." he snapped, not having the time or energy to wait outside any longer, he just wanted to collapse onto the couch and lay there until it was the next day, praying he'll get the sleep he deserves.

They heard a small, muffled hum followed by shuffling and a bunch of locks being opened, before Mark practically fell in through the door, stumbling over to the hallway, to dramatically lay down, putting his injured arm on his chest. "Well, hello to you, too." The now familiar voice chimes in, making Mark respond in a low grumble, followed then by a high-pitched whine.

"Jesus, dude, you look like shit." The tall figure leans over him, producing an illusion of shade for a few split seconds, examining the boy before standing up-right again. "Thanks, Felix." Mark said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "What even happened to you?" Felix glanced at the boy before going over to the bathroom, fetching their first-aid kit, but still listening to the laying-down brunette. "I tried to sneak into this rich guys home, tried to steal some money or jewellery," Mark let out a quiet laugh, recalling the memory, now sitting up in the middle of the corridor. "And well, y'know, I got caught. Him and his goons beat my ass." he shrugged, acting as if it wasn't a big deal.

"And I thought Charlie was stupid." Felix comments on the other boys irrational actions, making the hazel eyed boy stick their tongue out to the slightly slouched Felix, now standing in the doorway of their living-room, holding the first-aid kit under his arm.

"Well, are you gonna let me fix you up?" the tall figure questioned the younger, only getting a shake of his head in return.

"I don't trust you dude, I'll wait for Lav." and the mention of the bleached haired other made Mark furrow his eyebrows.

"Speaking of, where are they?" Mark stared at Felix, still sitting on the ground, now cross-legged. "Oh, yeah, Lav and Charlie went shopping, we ran out of like.." she stares at the grimy ceiling above them, trying to recall the exact shopping list off of the top of their head "Everything. And the milk expired so-" Felix finally says, looking back at the still sitting boy.

"Huh, I knew it smelt weird in here.." Mark recalled, glancing behind him at their mini-fridge at the end of the hallway. "Yeah, it's been like that for a little over two weeks now, we've mainly been surviving on take out, at this point." the older chuckled a bit, feeling themself get a bit hungry.

"Well," the younger claps his hands, slowly getting up, making sure to mind his left arm, before continuing. "I'm gonna go shower now, if I'm not back in 20, the drain rats ate me." Mark shot a quick smile up at Felix, who was now heading to their couch, only giving the boy a thumbs up in response, and before they both knew it, the sound of locks opening was heard behind them, and then the door burst open.

"WE'RE HOME!" Charlie suddenly yelled, in a slight sing-song tone, grabbing the attention of both Mark and Felix, making Mark accidentally tug on his left sleeve, causing them to flinch in pain. As Lavender was left to close the door behind them, Charlie stared up at Mark, who was half-way up their stairs, on his way to fetch themself some fresh clothes.

"Wow, who beat you up?" Charlie commented slyly, and the ending of that sentence had Lavender interested, causing them to try and lock their several locks before turning around to face the bruised boy, but that just made them drop the keys on accident, making them huff a bit.

But eventually, everything was locked and double checked, and the both of them dropped their groceries on the wooden floor near their door, and staring at Mark. "Oh, my God, what happened?" a concerned Lavender speaks from the bottom of the staircase, looking at the hazel eyed boy with sympathy. "Rich old dudes." Mark laughs under his breath, finding his description amusing.

"Well, I'll tell you what, I have very strong words towards those men." the shortest of the group clicking their tongue after that sentence before going on a ramble in their first language, making them seem like a disappointment parent. "Now, get down here, we'll make sure nothing gets infected." Lavender says with a slightly demanding tone, making Charlie pick up his grocery bag and take it to their 'kitchen', which was basically just a storage room, and unpack everything, but did he do that? No, obviously not, who do you think he is? Charlie proceeded to make sounds of moving the food and taking it out of the bag, but really he just sat on the floor.

"Only if you let me shower before, I really really REALLY don't like how clammy I am." Mark groans, slightly losing his posture, grabbing onto the railings on the stairs, waiting for approval, which he ended up getting after Lavender examined the boy a bit longer. And with that, Mark raced up the stairs, ready to stall in the bathroom and hope Lav either falls asleep or forgets, because he was NOT willing to sit down and be stung by disinfectant and covered in tight bandages again.

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A/N - 1417 WORDS!! WOOO!!!! I DID IT, EW THAT'S WEIRD 😨 anyways ya, i might be writing more tihi, also english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes 🥺 im not proofreading btw, that's for LOSERS