【 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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LATER IN THEIR CELL, Michael was brushing his teeth, Haywire sitting on the top bunk, and Phoebe was sitting on her bunk with a notebook in hand, scribbling random doodles in it while she thought to herself about what Grant had said to her earlier.
"You know what, Haywire?" Michael suddenly asked, his back facing them. Phoebe stopped scribbling, freezing in place, and turning to face Michael with furrowed brows. "I don't think we're gonna work out." He said, standing straight and then turning on his heels, looking over at Phoebe with a small grin and then looking up at Haywire. "And since Phoebe and I were here first, I think you should go." There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Haywire spoke up.
"I crapped myself once in junior high." Haywire said. Phoebe couldn't help but slap a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. Sure, she was a fully grown woman, a mature one, but she couldn't help that deep down she was childish, and these things made her laugh. She tried to keep as quiet as possible as Michael discretely gave her a look to keep quiet. "During PE, we were playing badminton, and I knew I was gonna have to walk past a bunch of the other students to, you know, get back to the locker room." Haywire was recalling.
Phoebe listened, but she was paying more attention to Michael's actions. He was reaching over to the small table beside him, where Haywire's things were neatly placed, slowly reaching over and grabbing a tube of toothpaste. Phoebe furrowed her brows in confusion, unsure of what he was trying to do.
"And so, I just started walking." Haywire continued, as Michael turned his back to them again. Phoebe could see him messing around with the toothpaste, but had no clue as to what he was actually doing. "And I tried to make fun of it, you know, before anyone else did. So I turned around behind me and I said, look I have a tail." He said with a small chuckle, as Michael seemed to be emptying out the toothpaste into the toilet, and then flushed it, shoving the empty tube in his pocket. Haywire then leaned over on the bed, getting closer to Michael. "I just shared a secret with you guys." Haywire whispered. "Now it's your turn."
"You wanna know what the tattoos mean?" Michael asked. It then clicked in Phoebe's head, and she shook her head to herself. How could Haywire think that his story and the meaning of their tattoos was the same? She chuckled to herself.
"Yeah!" Haywire whispered ecstatically.
"Nothing." Michael whispered back, walking towards the cell door with a sigh. Phoebe sighed as well, standing up and walking towards Michael to talk to him, only to be interrupted by Abruzzi walking up to their cell.
"Hey, fishes." Abruzzi called out quietly. "Making any progress?" He asked, giving them both a once over.
"With Sleeping Beauty back there? Or with the digging?" Michael asked sarcastically, making Phoebe smile to herself as she turned away slightly. She didn't know why she was so smiley and bubbly lately.
