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ALEX POV
My name is Alex. Best police officer you'll ever see. At first I wanted to be a lawyer, but then a bunch of these crazy fish with legs broke into my place and said I had to be a police officer or I'll have to eat fish sticks for the rest of my life. You gotta understand, I hate fish sticks.
Whatever. The truth is, Y/N wanted to be a cop. And my stupid brain told me to do the same. So here I am. I'm still totally the best at my job though. Like, people are jealous.
I'm organized, yet unorganized. And as uncoordinated as I am, I like myself a little routine. Y'know wake up, eat, go to work-- that kind of routine. It goes like this: wake up handsome, eat handsome, be handsome for an hour while getting ready, go to work handsome, work with Y/N and be handsome, go home handsome, eat handsome, and sleep handsome.
I was handsome.
But, that routine was ruined. It was ruined by a shithead. An asshole if you will, not like a real one though, ew, why would you even think of that? His name is Schlatt and he won't leave Y/N alone. Like, I know she's undercover and all, but I'm technically her "boyfriend" so he needs to back off.
Undercover missions are either really cool or really shit. I'm always Y/N's fake boyfriend but sometimes she changes the story or I'm just not included at all. I've offered to be the main man on the mission but she always says it's to dangerous. It's cute that she cares about me but I'm tougher, I think? I'm pretty strong, I dunno.
Last time I was the person that went undercover, I almost died. This crazy psycho had a big, big knife and stabbed me, also he shoved me off a building to add to the awesome cinematics. I survived (surprisingly).
Roier laughed in my face when he saw my broken arm and then later apologized when he realized a bunch of my ribs were broken too. I honestly don't know how I survived, but Tina (a police dispatcher who loves kittens) told me it was the power of friendship, because Y/N was the one who got me to the hospital. She cried for me. A woman cried for me. How does she not love me? Like, I'm waiting for an answer. None. Exactly.
All jokes aside though, I'm glad she was there. Maybe that's why I love her. I'm not upset she doesn't like me, like Tina said, it was the power of friendship. But the power of friendship wasn't able to heal my fucking spine thats for sure, it still hurts to move sometimes. Maybe I should get that checked out.
I think Y/N blames herself, like, blames herself for me almost dying. The undercover mission was for this goopy guy, he loved dice, dungeons, huevos, and was obsessed with green slime. Pretty weird if you ask me. I became his friend pretty quickly and he was awesome, aside from the mass murderer part. He'd shove people into slime and they'd kinda just be stuck there until they died. We could've saved them, but to be honest with you, I suck at my fucking job. I am not the best police officer. #gotyou.
