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"Thanks," Fezco expressed his gratitude for the guard with a mumble as he walked up to collect his mail, trying to contain his excitement to read Vida's letter.

The guard handed him two envelopes, which Fezco paid no mind to until he followed Jojo and one of the other guards back to their cell for free time. Jojo had just received a whole ass package and was going back to their cell to open it, inviting Fezco along since he liked to read his mail in private thanks to Russell's nosy ass.

"Yo girl writing twice and shit?" Jojo joked as he plopped himself down on his bed, watching Fezco smile at that thought, at the thought that Vida sent two letters, but then furrow his eyebrows as he read two different names off the two envelopes.

"Nah...this one from my girl and this other one from someone named Kayla," Fezco glanced up at Jojo with a confused expression on his face.

"Damnn you got two bitches writing to you now? Shit, one mo' you gon turn into Moe," Jojo laughed, referring to their friend Moe, who had three penpals. "Yo open it."

"Wait, ima read Vida's first," Fezco said, his excitement flooding back in as he dropped whoever the fuck Kayla was' envelope on the bed and carefully opened Vida's letter.

Jojo watched as two pictures fell out onto Fezco's lap as he took the letter out, smirking to himself before he went back to cutting his package open with a pencil.

Fezco picked the two pictures up off his lap, taking a quick peek at them, which turned into a good look, which turned into a whole ass heart eyed stare while his white sweats grew a little tight in his crotch area.

Goddamn.

"Aye, you drooling over there," Jojo called out with a teasing laugh, snapping Fezco's eyes away from staring at Vida.

"Yo bro, fuck you, ion tell you shit when you beating your dick to your girl's pictures," Fezco scoffed, opening up his letter to read while Jojo just laughed.

Fezco just ignored him and grinned as he read his name on the header of the letter, followed by my best friend my twin.

He wasn't gonna lie, his heart faltered at that. At being called his best friend. He liked it, he liked having a friend, a best friend, but he didn't wanna be just friends.

Oh shit. Fezco took a second, freezing as he stared down at the letter, taking in his realization.

His mind flashed back to Lexi, and the way he felt when he got her number on New Years before beating the shit out of Nate Jacobs. The way he felt when she walked into his store to grab a drink. The way they held hands watching Stand By Me on his couch. The way they texted day and night and spoke on the phone for hours for months.

The way he wanted to be more than friends with her, even after she cut him off when he got arrested.

During his first two months being incarcerated, he thought about Lexi all the time. He missed her.

But ever since he received that first letter from Vida, ever since he blushed when he read her handwriting spelling out that she thought he was fine and hinting that she really hoped he'd write back, he hadn't thought of Lexi.