【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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LATER THAT NIGHT, Phoebe and Michael waited nervously. They both knew that the fight was going to happen anytime soon, the duo dreading each passing minute. One of them could easily get hurt during this, or both. Neither wanted the other to get hurt, not thinking about themselves in the moment.
"Michael?" Phoebe whispered calmly, toying with her hands nervously. She was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bottom bunk. Michael turned to face her in his spot at the foot of the bottom bunk. He saw all the signs that she was nervous and scared, he knew them all by now.
"Yeah?" He whispered back, putting his head in his hands and sighing. Phoebe gulped.
"This is gonna sound stupid, but I'm actually really scared right now. I'm freaking out, Mike." Phoebe admitted vulnerably, biting her bottom lip and taking deep breaths. Michael turned fully to face her, putting a hand on one of her knees.
"Hey, its not stupid. It's gonna be okay." Michael reassured. Phoebe looked down at her lap, her breathing heavy with fear. "Hey, look at me." Michael cooed softly as if to not scare her any further. "Look at me, Bee." Michael tried once again. Phoebe sighed, looking up at Michael.
"What?" Phoebe asked in a quiet whisper, so quiet she was surprised Michael had even heard her. Michael smiled at her, moving his hands to grab hers from her lap.
"We're gonna be okay. Alright?" Michael said. Phoebe gulped, unsure of what to reply. "I won't let anyone hurt you, you know that." He quietly reassured, comfortingly rubbing the backs of her cold and clammy hands with his thumbs. Phoebe sighed.
"Okay, but what if you get hurt?" Phoebe wondered quietly, looking back into her lap. Growing up, Michael had quickly learned that Phoebe often avoided eye contact when she was nervous or scared. He grinned, moving his head lower to meet Phoebe's tearful gaze.
"I won't." Michael stated confidently, even though he knew he couldn't promise that.
"But what if you do." Phoebe pressed.
"But I won't." Michael repeated. "We'll both be okay. I promise." Phoebe grinned, finally lifting her head to look at him.
"You can't do that." Phoebe voiced with a frown. Michael cocked a brow in confusion at her response.
"Do what?" He questioned.
"Make promises you can't keep." She said, "You don't know what could go down tonight. One of us could get hurt, or we could both get hurt." Phoebe pointed out. Michael sighed. He knew she was right, but he still didn't want her to be so afraid. In that moment, he regretted ever bringing her into this mess.
