Matthew's POV
I sat on the bed of my jail cell and stared at the wall. The man in the cell next to me kept staring every once in a while. He had red eyes and a pail complexion, making him look dead. I finally snapped and looked at him, "what do you want?"
"Just wanted to say hi." He smiled and winked.
"Yeah okay." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. He went to the cell bars that kept our rooms separated and held onto them as he looked at me.
"The name's Gilbert but you can call me Gil." He smiled at me through the jail bars. I smirked back and walked over to the bars, leaning into his cell, "why are you in here? You seem too cute and innocent to be here."
"I've stolen from a lot of places and proud of it."
"Frisky, I love it." He smiles more and leans towards me, "what's your name?"
"Doesn't matter." I moved away and went back to sit on my bed. I was pissed off to all extent. Francis left me once he found out about me and Alfred only cares about himself, that ass. So now I'm stuck in prison until I die unless I get bailed out somehow.
I stop in my thoughts and smile, "or I break out." I mumble to myself. I smile widely and look around.
"What are you thinking about?" Gilbert asked me, still watching with his red eyes and whitish-grey hair hanging in his face.
"I have a plan to get out."
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
