【 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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"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Michael snapped, clearly angry, as Cameron and Phoebe jumped away from each other before they could even kiss. Phoebe blushed intensely, wiping away at her dry tears as Cameron also pulled back and wiped his face. Michael looked at the two of them in confusion and anger, his glare directed at Cameron at first before settling on Phoebe.
"Cameron was just leaving." Phoebe said, her voice wavering as she sniffled. "Weren't you?" She asked Cameron. Cameron sniffled as well and nodded.
"Yeah..." Cameron reluctantly said, grinning at Michael and squeezing past him and out of the cell. He turned to face Phoebe. "I meant what I said. All of it." Cameron said as he stared at her. Phoebe slowly nodded and grinned. Cameron then nodded in return and walked away. Michael quickly snapped his head over to look at Phoebe.
"What was that?" Michael asked, clearly fuming. He didn't know why he felt so... terrible. His heart raced, his chest ached, his stomach felt hot, boiling, as if he'd just swallowed a big wad of steaming hot gum. His throat burned, his nose burned. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he didn't like it one bit. Phoebe gulped, taken aback by how angry Michael seemed.
"We were just... talking." She said quietly, scratching her arm nervously. Michael scoffed, crossing his arms.
"That didn't look like talking, to me." He snapped. Phoebe gulped, lowering her gaze.
"We were..." She repeated quietly, her eyes watering. She felt overwhelmed, and she didn't know why. Michael clenched his jaw.
"Don't get close to him." He demanded. Phoebe was taken aback. Michael had never spoken to her that way. She'd never seen this side of him.
"What?" She asked as if she hadn't heard him, unsure of what else to say in response, looking up at him.
"I mean..." Michael clenched his jaw and sighed. "We can't trust him. You might've known him before, but not now. We can't trust him." He repeated, more harshly this time, then sighed again. "You don't even know why he's in here." He said, suddenly a bit more calm. Phoebe nodded slowly.
"I know..." She whispered, fidgeting with her hands. She couldn't stand the way Michael was looking at her, like he was disgusted, or disappointed. Michael sighed, walking up to her and hugging her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you... I just... I worry about your safety." He said, resting his chin on her head. Phoebe nodded and wrapped her arms around his torso, snuggling into his chest.
