"no." i respond bluntly.
"oh, that's cool." he pulls up to the window and orders, i wasn't paying attention. he was buying me food, and he was paying me 10x too much for some shitty painting, i could at least be a little nicer.
"yeah, you can ask me." i mumble after he pulls up behind the car in front of us.
"are you, y'know, homeless?" he fiddles with his fingers.
i take a deep breath. "yeah, i am."
"well, do you need a place to stay?" alex speaks quietly.
"that's pretty much the definition of being homeless." i say, snapping. alex immediately retracts, almost as if he was hit. "shit, sorry."
"you're fine!" he gives me a fake-ass smile and a thumbs up. there was something up with him, but it wasn't my business.
"you could always stay at my place. i know i don't know you and you probably don't trust me, but it's better than sleeping on the streets." he clears his throat slightly. i wait until he gets the food and pays before responding.
"no offense, you seem, like, super nice, but if i'm going to die i don't want to get murdered."
"for the record, i would not murder you." alex says, seriously.
i couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. the sound was unfamiliar to me and it sounded wrong, but once i started, i couldn't stop. the situation was just funny to me. i repeat what alex said, making him laugh too.
it was nice, having a laughing fit over something that wasn't even that funny. it was nice to hear someone else laugh with you.
"no, but seriously," i start. "you're already doing so much, you don't even know me."
i thank him as he hands me something warm, wrapped in paper. he also hands me a carton of fries. i try to pace myself, even though i wanted to inhale the food.
"i don't pity you, but i like to help people." alex shrugs.
"i can deal with that." i say with a small grin. i was starting to like this kid.
"how about this." alex stops his sentence to swallow his burger. "you stay until you finish the painting."
"okay, fine." now i really had to be nice to him. part of me knew though, that it wouldn't be an issue.
"i should probably tell you something then." he looks at me anxiously. "i kinda do youtube and stuff."
"of course you do." i sigh. his personality fit it perfectly. but i mean, he's lucky. "so you'll be screaming all the time?"
"yeah basically." alex has a nervous smile on his face.
"that's fine." no it's not.
"what content do you make?" i couldn't find a reason to why i was asking or why i even cared, but i did.
"gaming." he answers. "i live stream too."
"what's it like?" i ask quietly. youtubers and content creators don't have very good reputations. most of them are loud, annoying, rich and rude. but from what i've seen, alex is only three of those.
"honestly, it's awesome. i've met some of the best people this world has to offer." there's a sudden change in the atmosphere. i could tell alex wasn't a very serious person, but it was clear he was thankful for everything he's gotten.
maybe i could deal with him for a day or two.
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