***Trigger warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts/thoughts of self harm and a vague reference to past sexual abuse.***
Start the song. It's The Ocean Swears It Won't Be Easy by Benjamin.
The broken glass was cleared out of Josh's cell as soon as he woke up, which somehow felt like a relief now. It seemed to be much easier for Josh to cope with his loneliness when he knew that Tyler would always come in when he said he would, that he could call Tyler anytime, and that he was capable of sleeping for a few hours without having any nightmares.
Things felt okay right now, especially when his cell door buzzed and opened. When Frangipane came into his cell, he immediately allowed her to climb up onto his bed beside him despite the open sketchbook in his lap. She let out a huff of dissent as she plopped down beside him, wrapping both of her arms around one of his and setting her head down on his shoulder.
"I heard your guy came in again today. How the fuck has he managed to come in pretty much every day for the past month without ever showing up during my shift? That's fucking witchcraft, and I'm going to keep complaining about it like a four year old until I finally meet him and make sure he's as nice as you say he is," she told him, pouting slightly despite Josh knowing she wasn't really upset with him at all.
"Hoppus and Blackett both like him," Josh pointed out. "You'll like him too. I'm sure."
"At this point, I'm starting to think I'll never even see what he looks like," Frangipane huffed out, making him laugh.
"Dude, you just have to be patient," Josh insisted. "You'll meet him. I promise. I want you to meet him just as much as you do."
Frangipane sighed, but was quiet for a moment as she watched him absentmindedly sketch what had to be the millionth picture of Abbie he'd created in the last twenty-four hours at the very least. She smiled slightly as she watched his pencil move across the pale paper.
"Dude, that looks like a fucking photograph of her," she told him after a moment. "You could do that professionally."
"I think John Wayne Gacy kind of has a monopoly on the whole art-made-by-felons market," Josh replied simply, smiling when Frangipane snorted.
"You're not a serial killer, dummy. You're a sweet little tiny baby puppy boy who just happened to have had a smidge of pyromania when you were teeny," Frangipane insisted, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before watching him draw again.
Josh laughed as he shaded in a section of Abbie's hair. "I think that's actually word for word what the judge said when he sentenced me," he joked, making Frangipane laugh loudly.
"When he gave you the sentence of not being allowed to leave prison until I've hugged you and told you how cute you are at least a million times?" She added, grinning when he laughed again.
"More or less," Josh agreed. He gently bumped his shoulder against hers before asking, "So what's new with you?"
Frangipane shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder again. "Nothing much. Your sister taught me how to make gluten free vegan cake, and I pretended it didn't taste like cardboard. Nothing new."
Josh smiled. "God, I'm glad I don't ever have to live with her. Prison food is garbage, but at least it generally tastes like something."
"Yeah, I'm sorry that you have to eat the shit in here, but man can't live on Snickers alone. It says that in the Bible, right?" Frangipane asked mirthfully.
"Fuck if I know, dude," Josh replied. "I haven't read a Bible in years. I'd probably turn to stone or burst into flames or something if I even tried to touch one."
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Lockjaw (Joshler)
Фанфик"This is how it often goes, sold into captivity so long ago. This is how it often goes. God knows I would know." -Mothers (Lockjaw) As awful as it sounded, Josh's favourite letters were the ones that came from people who, for some reason, thought he...
