Addicted (OITNB)

52+53- That Was Protocol

A/N

Another double whammy because you deserve it.

TWO HOURS LATER and I finally find myself at Snow's address. At one point I took the wrong bus and almost had a nervous breakdown in public, but now I was here and I was safe. Safe from all those crazy people on the streets yelling at me for no reason and safe from Ollie and his fucked up magazines.

Snow's house was modern. It was a majority of windows instead of walls, so I could see inside the house before I had even approached it.

I didn't expect Snow to be so rich. I always imagined him as someone who lived in his mother's basement and who had finally decided to get a job. I felt like he was hired purely for his muscular body, without them expecting that he was soft inside.

I pressed on the doorbell and nervously played with my hands as I waited for someone to come and open the door.

When he opens the door to see my face, he lights up.

"Really?" I laugh. I wonder if he could tell that I've seen things. Unspeakable things.

He begins to stammer. "I mean, I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Oh, I see how it is." I say jokingly and turn around.

"No, wait!" He pulls me by my sweater like I'm some sort of dog on a leash. I turn around knowingly.

I am mesmerised by my surroundings as I walk through his house. It reminds me of a beach house, with so much natural light shining through that there is no need for electricity even when it is nightfall because the moonlight will suffice. Each area of the house seemed to have a different theme- the living room was bright and fluorescent with an orange and red couches and the dining area was a soft, oak theme. It was half a party and half a suburban home.

"This house is like your name..." I turn around to face him as I keep walking.

"This side is Snow," I gesture to the dining area and then the living room, "and this side is Ryder."

"Really?" He is less than impressed at my joke.

I grin at him. "Can I stay here?" I walk towards the mini fridge.

"You don't need to ask." He tells me as he leans against the island counter, watching me snoop around. "Uh, looking for something in particular?"

"Since you like to snoop around my stuff, it's only fair I get to do the same." I shut the fridge door.

"That was protocol," he says as if it was the millionth time he had told me, "and anyway, I pretended I didn't see your lipstick."

"Sophia gave me that lipstick, so if anyone should get in trouble it's her." I say without meaning it, of course.

Snow sighs as he stares at me grinning. I ask him why.

"It's weird seeing you like this, I mean-" he seems lost for words as he looks me up and down and sighs again. "You look like the average chick you find in the grocery store."

I give him a toothy smile. "That's the look I was going for."

I LET OUT a moan when I bite into a tender piece of chicken breast, fresh out of KFC. It nearly brings tears to my eyes.