【 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 AND MICHAEL were sitting in silence in their cell, each one on a bunk. Michael had taken his place again on the top bunk, while Phoebe stayed in her bunk on the bottom. Michael was reading a book, while Phoebe was braiding her hair, the duo unable to work on escaping at the moment since they had been informed that Sucre would be moving back into their cell, and they feared an officer would peek into the cell at any moment and catch them in the act of digging.
"You know, I actually kinda missed having Sucre around." Phoebe suddenly said as she tied one of the braids with a small rubber band. "He's a nice guy. And he's funny." She said. Michael hummed, not looking away from his book.
"You're not trying to make me jealous, are you?" He asked quietly and calmly. Phoebe blushed, chuckling.
"Why would I? I'm serious." She said. Michael chuckled.
"I know." He responded. Phoebe bit her lip as they sat in silence again, wondering if Michael would be comfortable enough to be affectionate with Phoebe in front of Sucre, or if he would pretend like nothing ever happened. She also wondered if he would mention anything to Lincoln about them. So many thoughts plagued her overthinking mind, but she was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of their cell door buzzing and sliding open, and in walked Sucre with a large plastic box, carrying his things with a smile.
"So, the gang's all back together again. Well ain't that swell?" Bellick mocked as he stepped into the cell, and Michael hopped off the bunk quickly, standing in front of Phoebe in a protective manner as Bellick approached them. Phoebe knew Michael was always protective of her, but for some reason, after what had happened the night before, it felt different now. "Told you not to go around me to the Pope. But you just keep making waves, don't you?" Bellick suddenly murmured to Michael, which luckily, Phoebe had managed to hear. She furrowed her brows in confusion as to when that conversation had happened and why Michael hadn't mentioned it to her.
Bellick suddenly turned on his heels and left the cell, walking away as another officer pulled the cell door closed. Phoebe finished off her second braid, pushing herself off her bunk as Sucre placed his box beside the bunk, on the floor, and smiled widely at Michael.
"Good to be back, man." Sucre exclaimed happily. Michael smiled.
"Good to have you back." Michael responded, holding his hand out to Sucre for a handshake as Sucre held his hand out for a fist bump. The two awkwardly switched positions, not sure what to do, earning a laugh from Phoebe as they awkwardly hugged instead.
