Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Forty One

Guess who had an anxiety attack?
Haha.
Me.

Yayyy.
And I'm pissed beyond-
fucking-
I just-
There's honestly no way to describe how fucking pissed I am.
I'll talk about it at the end of this chapter ;)

Smut Warning.
*sigh*
I'm too young for this shit-

John Pov
-•Four Months Later•-

Our apartment was awful, not going to lie. It was some serious low grade shit. That's coming from me.

The former prisoner.
The person who lived on a bench for almost five months.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing a very stressed out Alex next to a radio. "What's shakin'?" I asked.

He looked to me with only true utter fear in his eyes.

"The police know we're in Arizona."
He whispered.

My stomach dropped to the fucking floor.

I laughed nervously.
"You're fucking kidding, right?
Tell me you're kidding."
I said, a slight growl in my voice.

"I don't know! They just..
tracked us I guess? I don't fuckin' know!" He exclaimed, clutching his hair.

"We moved to the other side of the country." I hissed in a state of denial.

"I know! I was fucking there John! I don't wanna go back to prison man. I can't go back to prison, I can't, I can't-"

"Kid, calm the fuck down, aight? We just need to lie low for a couple days and it'll all just blow over." I said.

"No, no, they're gonna find us John. I don't wanna go back." He muttered, pacing.

I grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. "We aren't going back to prison."
I said.

"How do you know?" He snapped. "Because the cops can't count to twenty with their god damn shoes on Alex. As long as we don't make a fucking scene, we're fine." I told him.

He was quiet, chewing on his lip.

"What about Dylan?" He finally asked. "What about Dylan?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What if he finds out who we are and tells the cops? What if-
what if he already told the cops?!"
Alex exclaimed, starting to panic again.

"Kid, you gotta calm down." I said, watching as Alex paced the kitchen once more.

"What if we just turn ourselves in? Wait. Never mind that's stupid."

"Damn right it is. We's ain't doin' nothin until it all blows over, aight kid?" I asked.

He continued to pace stuck in his own mind. "Kid?" I said, an eyebrow raised.

He snapped back to reality and gave a slight nod.

"Are you alright Alexander?" I asked.

First name.
Proper grammar.
He knows its gotta be serious if I'm doin' that.

I mean, he knew it was serious before but..the bar is rising up.

He glanced back to me, making short eye contact then averting his eyes.
"I'm good." He muttered.

I smiled and stood up, going over to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I leaned down a bit, kissing him gently.

He pulled me close, his hands gripping my back. I kissed his neck, while he grinned like an idiot. I pulled off him and ruffled his hair.