【 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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AN ALARM BEGAN TO BLARE throughout the cell block as many officers suddenly came into the cell block, approaching each cell and shouting for the inmates to settle down. Thanks to Sucre's angelic singing, the entire cell block had gone into a fit of rage, wishing nothing more than for the man to shut up and keep it down.
"Not one more word!" An all too familiar voice shouted from below their cell. "Next inmate that opens his mouth, goes in the hole!" Bellick threatened, which the inmates took seriously as suddenly everyone become dead silent and the cell block was peaceful once more. Phoebe released a sigh of relief as Sucre turned to face them with a smile.
"Good job, Sucre." Phoebe whispered with a small chuckle as she crouched beside Michael, her cheeks pink as she blushed from the sudden kiss Michael had just given her. Sucre had no idea about what had just happened.
"Thanks, mami. Told you that would work." He said with a small laugh. Michael grinned at them as Phoebe nodded.
"Yes. Your celestial voice really captivated us all, Sucre." Phoebe teased, her eyes squeezing shut as she chuckled, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder for balance. Michael sniffled as he chuckled and slightly shook his head at her joke. He then shifted his position, making Phoebe take her hand off of his shoulder. Michael immediately missed her touch, as he stuck his head through the gap in the wall and looked into the other side. Phoebe cocked a brow.
"Well?" Phoebe asked. She already knew on the other side there were passageways that were barely ever roamed by officers. Michael stuck his head back out, motioning for her to follow him as he carefully crawled through the hole.
"Hey! You can't leave, what if someone comes?" Sucre scolded as Phoebe got down on her knees, getting ready to follow Michael. Phoebe smiled.
"Not leaving, Sucre. We're just taking a look. Not even two minutes, promise." She said with a nod. Sucre huffed worriedly but nodded nonetheless as Phoebe crawled through the hole in the wall. Upon passing, Michael held his hand out to her, which Phoebe happily took as he pulled her to her feet. "Thanks." Phoebe mumbled as Michael nodded and smiled.
"We're one step closer. Now that this is done, we'll be able to get back on track quicker with the plan." Michael said as he stuck his hands in his pockets. Phoebe nodded.
"It's starting to become so... real." She said. Obviously it'd all been real, but Michael knew what she meant. The hard part was just starting. The part where they had to be even more careful when they worked. Michael nodded.
