"How long am I gonna be here?"
Joey was sitting on his cell bed, twiddling his fingers out of boredom.
Daniel, (who was being even more of an asshole than he usually was) was sharpening a knife, glancing up every now and again.
"I have no idea."
Joey huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm cold."
Daniel didn't say anything.
"Can you at least get me something to do? A book?"
Daniel laughed "You even know how to read?"
"Rude, yes I do."
"I don't have any books, sorry kid"
Well what the fuck was he supposed to do now?
"So..."
Daniel looked up at the boy.
"Am I supposed to just sit here?"
It was really cold, and boring and Joey was slowly going insane. Daniel didn't do much, just sat in his chair and watched him.
"UGH!"
Daniel muffled his laugh and continued sharpening.
"You're such a dick, I didn't even do anything to you."
Daniel paused, "A dick? What did I do?"
Joey looked at him as if he was crazy, "What did you d- YOU ARE BEING A MEANIE!"
"Meanie?" Daniel teased, "You have the vocabulary of a six year old."
"Shutup..."
