Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Homeless

A/N - how the fuck r there already ppl voting like 5 mins after I update 😂 also there's a lot of moving parts for Alex plz read the background Info.

Background Info - Historical Appearance After the hurricane Alex had to be transferred from a hospital in Nevis to a hospital in New York for proper treatment. He suffered head trauma, several pieces of debris in his torso, and broken limbs. He was stuck in a coma and when he woke up he had no money so he was kicked out into the streets.

John's POV

   "Morning, Alex!" I chirped, the homeless boy rolled over on the bench and yawned.
   "John?"
   "Yup!" He groggily sat up and rubbed his violet eyes. His curly red hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and his freckles seemed to glow in the morning light. I've know Alex for almost a year now, he came to New York just after I did. He accidentally pepper sprayed me the first time I met him and now we're best friends. I found him crying one day and I hugged him. He told me everything that happened and I told him everything about my dad.
   "What are you doing here? Also how the fuck did you find me?"
   "Spidey sense." I grinned, Alex raised an eyebrow and I giggled. "Here." I handed him a twenty and he crinkled his nose.
   "John, I told you no."
   "And I don't care, Alex. You're getting really skinny. You need to eat." I sat next to him and he sighed.
   "I don't need your help, John."
   "Alex, sometimes being stubborn is cute but this isn't the time. I'm worried about you. You're my best friend and I can't let you starve yourself." Alex stuffed the bill back in my hand and sighed.
   "Fine but we're getting breakfast together." He mumbled, Alex never leaves this area and it kind of worries me. He's self-conscious about everything and I really wanna help him. Did I mention I'm low key in love with him? No? Cause I am. I love him. So much. He's amazing. ANYWAY!
   "Fine by me." I smiled, Alex gathered his blanket and pillow and stuffed them in his bag. Both were gifts from me that I had to beg him to take. He slung the bag on his shoulder and we were off. We ended up at IHOP and Alex ate two plates of four pancakes and drank three cups of coffee. "Holy shit." I laughed, Alex looked up from scarfing down his pancakes and blushed a bit.
   "S-sorry."
   "Don't worry about it. You're cute, dork." Alex blushed harder and stuffed more pancake in his mouth. "Hey, so, Alex-?" Alex glanced up and I blushed.
   "Spit it out, John." He smiled.
   "I was wondering if you'd like to-..." I tapped my fingers together and Alex glanced up again. "-to...come home...with me?" Alex blushed and looked away.
   "John, I-"
   "Please?"
   "I can't." He mumbled, he stood up and ignored the whispers from other people. "Thank you for breakfast. See ya around, J." With that he walked out, I put my head in my hands and tried to stop the tears. Alex will come around, I know he will.

Alexander's POV

   I feel bad for leaving John hanging like that but I had too. I can't ruin his life too. I love him too much. I can't let him end up like the rest of my family...gone. I threw my stuff down on a bench and shivered. Winter was coming and I knew I probably wouldn't survive. I haven't been in New York long enough to have winter. In Nevis it was always hot and I never had to worry about it. Now I was sure I would finally die. I tried starving myself and I tried suicide, neither worked. If this winter is as bad as the others say than bring it on. I'll miss John and I feel bad for leaving him like this but I can't cause anymore pain. I slumped onto the bench and held my head in my hands. I sighed and heard footsteps. I looked up in time to see Charles Lee, a rich bitch who likes to push the homeless around.
   "Hey, Hamilton."
   "Charles."
   "So are you going to resist or are you gonna let me throw you to the ground?" I sighed and stood up. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted it to be over. Charles grabbed my arm and threw me over his shoulder. I hit the ground hard and groaned. He started to kick me in the gut and I heard yelling. There were two figures over me now and they seemed to be fighting. I knew I was bleeding from my forehead and my rib cage was probably deceased but I didn't care. I just hoped the trauma to my head would kill me. I think someone was calling my name but I couldn't place it. Slowly my eyes closed and I passed out.