【 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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PHOEBE SAT AT A TABLE in the visitation room, at the table that she and her siblings usually sat at when they came to visit her. She was surprised to see Grace had come with Grant to visit her. Phoebe had her arms resting on the table, staring at Grant and Grace.
"How's it going with crazy?" Grant asked, referring to Haywire. Grace cocked a brow curiously, but didn't say anything. Phoebe was surprised that she was holding back her negative and self-centered comments, but she ignored it. Meanwhile, Grace decided to simply listen and not act.
"No progress yet. He's still our cellmate. It's making things pretty hard. And now he just... stares at Michael and I, trying to look at our tattoos." She said with a sigh, shaking her head. A chill ran up her spine just at the thought of his beady brown eyes burning holes into their backs now from how much he stared all the time.
"You should change to the top bunk." Grant suggested. "It's dangerous for you to be close to him. He sleeps on the floor beside you, right?" He asked. Phoebe shook her head.
"Guess I forgot to tell you." She said with a shrug. "Michael and I arranged things differently. He used to sleep on the top bunk, me on the bottom, and Haywire on the floor on the extra mattress. Now, Haywire sleeps on the top bunk and I sleep in the same spot." She said, purposely keeping out the fact that Michael shared a bed with her, hoping they wouldn't ask. She knew her siblings. She knew they'd freak out if they knew. Grant nodded.
"And Michael sleeps on the floor beside you? That's safer, at least." Grant said with a nod. Phoebe chuckled nervously, wondering whether or not she should be honest with them or just leave it be.
"No, not exactly." She said, biting the inside of her cheek. Grant cocked a crow in confusion, and Grace grinned to herself.
"Oh my god." Grace finally spoke up, catching the attention of her siblings as they turned to face her. "He sleeps with you." Grace said, smirking. "Doesn't he?" Phoebe blushed, her face turned beet red, her stomach twisted in knots, she was beyond embarrassed as Grant's eyes widened in disbelief.
"No way," Grant exclaimed as he stared at Phoebe with a wide grin, waiting for her to respond. Phoebe only gently bit her lip and nodded and Grant gasped. "Shut up!" He whispered-shouted, reaching over and slapping her arm. "You're lying." Grant said in shock, smiling. Phoebe chuckled and shook her head.
"No, not lying. We share a bed." She whispered. Grant slapped his hand over his mouth and laughed as Grace quietly clapped her hands together.
