【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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WHILE MICHAEL WAS IN THE infirmary, Phoebe sat alone at the table that Michael had been sitting at earlier, her leg bouncing rapidly and her hands squeezing one another nervously. She despised being alone, and she hated being separated from Michael, but she knew she had to learn to deal with it. If their plan worked and Tancredi believed Michael was diabetic, he'd be going back to the infirmary a lot more often, which also meant Phoebe would be alone a lot more often. She hated the idea, but she knew it was necessary for their plan to work.
"Hey... Are you okay?" Cameron asked quietly as he approached her with his hands in his pockets. Phoebe frowned at him, but nodded anyways.
"I'm fine." She deadpanned, looking away from him and to the heavy metal door that Michael had been taken inside the prison through, waiting nervously for him to come back outside. She would never admit it, but she was glad that she at least had Cameron with her while Michael was gone.
"Mind if I...?" Cameron motioned to the bench across from Phoebe at the table. Phoebe felt relief at the question, but continued to frown and she shrugged.
"I'd rather not, but it's not like I own the bench." Phoebe sassed, rolling her eyes when she saw Cameron take a seat in front of her. She was glad that he was stubborn and decided to sit there anyways. She was relieved to have him there with her, even if she was still upset and angry at him for everything that'd happened.
"Where's your... whatever he is. Boyfriend or whatever." Cameron asked bitterly, scratching the back of his head. Phoebe snapped her head in his direction and glared at him, catching onto the distasteful tone in his voice.
"You mean Michael? My best friend? My family?" She questioned just as bitterly as Cameron had done. Cameron slowly nodded. "Why do you care?"
"I was just asking... I haven't really seen you separated from him and much less completely alone since you arrived." Cameron said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he realized what he'd said. Phoebe's eyes widened and she slightly blushed, but crossed her arms to disguise how nervous she was getting. Her heart was racing.
"Since I arrived? You've been stalking me since I got here?" She asked in surprise, a burst of anger suddenly rising inside of her. Cameron quickly shook his head.
"No! Of course not. I'm not some creepy stalker." He said with a sigh. "It was just hard not to notice you. I mean, you caused a ruckus in the cell block the second you arrived with all the inmates cat calling. How would I not notice you? Specially after I realized it was you. I just..." Cameron paused, looking down at the table. Phoebe cocked a brow.
