#teddy-jones

 teddy-jones

Tramp held his back against the wall focusing on the man in front of him not seeing anyone else so stalked closer to the man and reached toward the man's pocket getting his fingers around the object when he winced the man he was trying to steal from elbowed him bloodying his nose. He cursed holding his nose and glanced to see who had ruined his plans.

"You know I've never known someone to take this long to draw me" Mick said, looking at the last remaining man in the class "If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me au natural as long as you could"

Fitz had been on the streets for two years and in those two years he had learnt allot. He knew that it was impossible to survive on your own and it was near impossible to do things the legal way. Fitz had tried getting a real job but no one was interested in hiring a bum, even if he had been disowned by his whole family who where rolling in money. Fitz had been nervous at first to sell himself but after a while he got used to it. He hung out with a big group of rent boys who accepted him into the group as he was the one to steal food for them. There was an abandoned basement that they had broken the window to climb in and get some shelter but now the owners of the building had boarded it up "I mean, why dont we just break another widow, there not using the basement. Or we could find somewhere else?" he sighed as he run his hands through his hair. He walked down the dark street to find his best friend for some comfort "Mark?" he called out as he walked under the street lamp and kicked a stone at the wall. 

It was late at night, family members were either asleep or had gone home. All that was left was Alex and his uncle sitting on the couch still talking. 'Yeah, still single.' Alex said in response to the man's last question. Alex's uncle was one of the few people he'd actually talk about guys with. 'Are you?'