The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

I Need Another Fucking Coffee

{Alexander's POV}

Once my shift had ended I went directly to Angelica, inquiring about any extra shifts for the next week or so, however she'd said that the schedule was already booked up. Shit. At the very least I had my second job, my mother wasn't aware of that one, I always claimed I was doing something with my non-existent friends or doing some extracurricular. I knew that she'd be a bit upset if she knew I was working two jobs, but we needed all the cash we could get, especially now.

I slipped on my hoodie after I had removed my apron and walked out of the sure, today I wasn't scheduled for my other job, but I did have to stop by the nearest store for the regular grocery trip. I knew that our budget was especially tight, so I was thinking about what would be the necessities as I walked to the bus stop and on the ride to the store. Arriving I grabbed the bare minimum that would scrape us by, meaning lots of cup-o-noodles and a few microwaved dinners, half-gallon of milk, coffee, and mom's favorite creamer, I didn't need anything else, at least not food-wise, I did however quickly check by the pharmacy and pick up some ibuprofen.

I steadied myself several times as I waited in the line for my turn to check out, and murmured under my breath as I had at work, "Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq, Six, Sept, Huit, Neuf."

"Your total is--" The cashier's words blurred in my mind and I shook my head, looking at him.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Your total is twenty-nine dollars and thirty cents... Cash or credit?"

"Cash," I pulled out my wallet, only to find that I only had twenty-five dollars inside, "Shit..." After the day already being terrible, it just had to fuck itself up even more? Great.

"Not enough?" Someone behind me asked.

"Short by almost five dollars..." I answer with a sigh.

"Let me cover it."

I turn to see who I was actually going to take a hand out from, only to see a fucking nightmare of a 6'2 mountain of magenta.

"Oh god..." I mutter, "I need another fucking coffee..."

Thomas had realized people had already heard his offer to help and he'd look like a total jackass if he suddenly took it back, so he put a five-dollar bill on the counter, that along with my twenty-five covered it.

"Never tell anyone I did this Hamiltwat."  He whispered yelled at me as I grabbed my bag.

"Wasn't planning to."

I exited the store quickly, glancing at the single bag, I was getting sick of fucking cup-o-noodles, but I wasn't going to complain, food was food, and I knew we couldn't afford much else, our most extravagant meal would be McDonald's. Yeah, McDonald's was what we called "extravagant".

At least I hadn't need to put my mother's creamer back to afford this, we both liked coffee--actually, I fucking love coffee--but she needed creamer, otherwise it would be too bitter, I hated seeing the tired look of disappointment when she couldn't have her morning coffee due to the money situation, she understood why whenever that did happen, but I didn't like disappointing her in any way.

{Thomas's POV}

Did I seriously just help Alexander? Yet again there was no thank you, just an understanding that this was not to be brought up again and he bolted out the door. Whatever. Honestly, I didn't have a crazy amount of money, but it was enough to help out who I thought was a kind stranger and not an annoying son of a bitch, as well as buy what I needed.