Math Tutor||Lil Peep

Chapter 29: Visit

Wednesday
February 28 2018
10:07 AM
Rose's POV

"Rose, Gus is here." Miss Allen informed and let me out.

"Ooh! Someone's lover!" My cell mate I now know as Lindsay teased.

"Ten minutes, dear." Miss Allen smiled and walked off.

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"How's it been?" He asked.

"Hasn't changed since yesterday, Gus. Although, we're gonna be allowed to use our phones. They let us do that every Wednesday. But it feels like a jail. We're wearing jumpsuits, they feed us nasty ass food, they treat us like we're in jail. I've gotten used to the food though. It's just not the same. It's helped for some things. Definitely, mentally." I explained and started crying. "Doesn't mean I don't miss you."

"Aw, boo. Don't cry." He hugged me.

"I wanna go home." I clenched his shirt.

"I know. So you can listen to music today on your phone, right?" He asked.

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"I made three new songs for you." He smiled weakly. "You can text me or call me after you've heard them. If they let you."

"Ok. They don't but whatever." I smiled back. After the ten minutes was up, I went back.

"Phones are being taken out! Remember there are cameras so we can monitor what you are doing. And we check your phone's at the end of the night." Miss Allen handed them out.

"If only I had one." Lindsay sighed.

"Why don't you?" I asked.

"Well I came in here when I was 21. I'm 40 now. 19 years ago, there were flip phones, babe. I also wish someone would visit me." She shook her head.

"Why don't they?" I asked.

"My mother and father are dead. They had me when they were 40 so they would've been 80 but my ma died of cancer and my dad killed himself after ma died. Then I killed my husband and kid. Which is why I'm here. You get to leave in a month of you're better but if I ever leave, I'm going straight to jail. My husband's family hates me. But I can't stop what they think." She shrugged.

"Well have you ever had a cell mate?" I asked.

"Nah. Everyone is afraid of me. You're my first." She chuckled a bit.

"Then I'll share it with you." I smiled and sat next to her. I typed up, 'Lil Peep'. There was new songs, Sex With My Ex, Let Me Bleed, and Broken Smile (my all). I put Let me Bleed first.

"Oh this is nice." She smiled. You could tell it had to do with me. It started off like, Let me bleed, watch me die, I've got golden teeth, she's got bright green eyes. "This young man sounds in love."

"With me." I whispered.

"You have a celebrity crush?" She asked.

"No. This is Gus." I said.

"Nah. You lying." She playfully pushed me. I typed a picture of Gus, up.

"This is Lil Peep. He sings the song." I showed her.

"Seems attractive." She nodded. I went to images.

"This is me and Gus. They're the same person. I even have music." I played Fuck My Life. The chorus played. "Fuck my life. Fuck all these fake bitches. One day, I'll be something and y'all fake motherfuckers will crawl back to me." I sung.

"It does sound like you." She said.