Us Monsters (Wip)

•Chapter 3•

In the morning, the familiar sound of the loud buzz wakes Alex from his sleep.

He opens his eyes with a groan, wishing he could have just a little more time before he has to start the day.

However, the man he sees in his doorframe instantly makes the morning seem brighter.

"Hey you." He says, smiling as he stretches.

"Morning Lex." John replies softly, walking over and sitting on the corner of the man's matress. He notices how tired his boyfriend seems, and peppers his cheeks in kisses, waking him up just enough.

"Hows my favorite convict doing this morning?" Alexander cooes, his hand brushing the man's hair from his freckled face.

"He's fine now that he's with his favorite convict." He whispers, grinning at how the line makes his partner snort.

"Thats the cheesiest shit Ive ever heard." The man replies, laughing.

"Maybe, but its true." John says, laying down in the crook of Alexander's arm.

"Oh?" The man replies in a curious tone.

"Well. Everything about this place is shit, except you. You make it not so bad to have to live in here." He admits, staring into space.

"Aww. Jackie." His boyfriend replies, chuckling as the man curls up against him.

Theres a sweet moment of bliss where the two simply lay against each other, enjoying the quiet of the morning.

And just as John said, the company of each other makes the prospect of spending years in here seem a little less frightening.

*****

Lafayette on the other hand, didn't wake up to see a familiar face in his doorway, or someone to kiss away his drowsiness.

Instead, he forced himself out of bed, climbing down from the top bunk awkwardly.

The only face that greeted him was that of his bunkmate, who was evidently pissed at something.

"Move dipshit." He growls, pushing the man out of his way and rummaging through his bag.

Lafayette moved towards the door, but before he could leave the other barked.
"Dont think youre leaving asshole."

"What?" He replied, tired.

"I know you did something. Some of my shits gone, and youve been acting wierd. Dont think I dont notice." The man replies.

James was oh sodesperate to maintain the image he crafter for himself. A feared leader of a strong group. One that isnt questioned or messed with.

He sure as hell wasn't going to let someone weak like his bunkie steal his shit.

"Listen." He growled, grabbing the man by the collar. "Im gon' find out what you took. And then you dead."

Lafayette wasn't fazed. After all that had happened the last few days he was too tired and depressed to even care.

He silently stared back at the angry man, waiting for a drawn out moment before he was shoved back.

James walked out of the room, sure he had asserted his dominance.

In reality, Lafayette knew how weak his cellmate was. He had dealt with people like him before.

Reynolds didnt hold any real power, and even if he did his cellmate was too numb to give a shit.

"Laff." He hears. Looking up, he sees his brother, standing in the doorframe with a concerned look on his face.