Smooth Criminal // Ryden

Jailbird

Cold, is all that I felt in the freezing metal bunk.

metal beds with only a thin mattress. and they can't even turn the heat on for fucks sake.

I guess that's what I get for being a jailbird.

"Inmates. wake up call!" I hear the guard call out, but I didn't sleep that night. I never do.

it's 5 am, time for shitty breakfast they serve us.

I swing my legs over the edge of the metal tray I'm supposed to call a bed,
only to have my bunk mates feet dangle in front of me.

"spence, really?" I grunt pushing
his feet out of the way.

"sorry Ross, I always forget I have somebody sleeping underneath me." Spencer smirks.

here, we go by last names but since there's so many smiths here, Spencer gets his first name. I have the honor of being Ross. great.

"y'hear? we're getting a new inmate today?" Spencer asks jumping off his bunk onto the concrete floor to put his socks on. I don't respond to his question. "supposed to be coming after lunch." he explains. once again, no response.

I toss the blanket on the ground and finally get out of bed. I grab my white sweatshirt and put it on.

they only gave us limited outfits when we got here. I usually only wear my sweats and sweatshirt, or white tank-top if it's hot.

I look across our cell to see the empty table and chair, which Spencer takes the place and slips his crocs on.

"ready for breakfast?" he asked me and I nod even though I never eat.

he walks out of the opening that leads to our cinder-blocked cell, into the hallway. I look down the block to see all the other cells and everybody else getting ready for another useless day at North Desert State Prison.

Spencer and I walk outside of the cell block and into the cafeteria, where breakfast is to be served. most of the time it's just shitty oatmeal and black coffee, but somedays, if we're lucky, we get stale biscuits.

I grab a tray and go through the line, waiting for my chunky oatmeal to be chunked onto my plastic tray.

after getting my oatmeal and coffee, I follow Spencer to our normal table where the rest of our 'gang' sits.

by gang I mean just some people who wanted me to hang out with them.

it only consists of 4 other people but, we make it work.

Pete Wentz, Joe Trohman, Adam Siska, and Gabe Saporta.

"Wentz what's good?" Spencer asks as we sit down doing a weird handshake with Pete. I sat in silence. while I am part of the gang and these are my only friends, I don't really choose to interact with them as much as I could. anybody for that matter.

Spencer is really the only one I would consider my friend in this place. I mean yeah the gang is cool and I'm glad I'm part of something but, I wouldn't hang out with any of them outside the gang.

"so, do you guys hear we're getting new inmates today?" sisky asked. we call Adam sisky. it seemed like it'd fit him better than 'Siska'.

"we get new inmates all the time you idiot." Wentz said slapping the back of his head. Pete is sorta like the leader of our gang. which is good because, people here know not to mess with him.

they bullshit for the rest of the hour we have for breakfast. I just listen and eat my oatmeal, until I hear my name mentioned.

"so, Ross, you know when your court date is?" Gabe asked me.

"yeah, you're sentence is up right?" Spencer added.

"should be soon.." I mumble. I'm not one for talking as you can tell.

"you don't seem too excited Ross, you alright?" Gabe asked me.

I shrug in response then add, "well I don't really know where I'm gonna go? my moms probably past dead by now and who the hell knows where my dad is?" I sigh, looking at everyone, who looks terrified. I guess the anger in my voice was intense.

"you'll find somewhere Ross. i believe in you." Sisky smiled at me. I flashed a fake smile back, and the bell shrieked, indicating breakfast was over.

everyone tosses their trays in the dish washer, and go our separate ways, Spencer choosing to follow me of course.

"so Ryan, they gotten you a lawyer yet?" Spencer asked as we reached our bunk again.

I shrugged and sighed. I couldn't care less whether I get out or not.

I won't have anybody either way, so no point in my opinion.

"I don't know." I say and walk out to get a shower.

I love Spencer but, I just need a real from people from time to time.

{A/N: hello it me.

yo its Loren again guys and welcome to my new book yay.

I had this idea when I was visiting someone in jail and just the whole criminal x lawyer thing came to mind and all I could picture of ryden so here we are.

let's enjoy this journey together frens...

don't forget to smile :D

~L <3 }