Sweet Lies | Nathan Young [Misfits]

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Two months post ASBO.

The other prisoners looked up as they watched the guards drag a new guy, he got pushed into the closed area outside, and he stumbled as the fence closed behind him.

"Johnson!" The guard yelled, and a large, muscular man sitting at a metal table looked up from the cards in his hands. "He's your new cellmate."

Johnson cursed under his breath as he glared at Nathan.

"I had a cell for myself, and you had to ruin everything, new guy." He grumbled.

He shrugged with an eyeroll. "It's not like I wanted to end up sharing a cell with a gay version of The Rock."

The prisoners playing with Johnson burst laughing while he narrowed his eyes at the new guy.

He was tall, with short curly hair and his beard cut in a goatee, his green eyes sparkling in amusement. He casually took a seat across from him on the metal bench as he looked at them playing.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Johnson asked with furrowed brows.

"Come on, he's cool." Another man with long brown hair said.

"How did a scrawny guy like you ended up in a prison in Nevada?" Johnson asked. "You don't sound from here either."

"I'm a pure Irish product." Nathan grinned. "And I got caught cheating at Las Vegas."

"So you're an idiot." Another said, and the inmates chuckled.

"Yeah, that's right. Laugh, all of you." Nathan smirked. "But tonight, I'm leaving while you're all still gonna be stuck in there looking like pricks."

"Oh yeah?" A bald one snickered. "And whatcha gonna do? Dig a hole in a wall with a plastic fork?"

Nathan's smirk widened. "My wife is going to break me out of here."

"You have a wife?" Johnson asked, bewildered.

"That's what shocked you, not the 'breaking me out' part?" Nathan asked, taken aback.

"How come a little shit like him has a wife and I'm still single?" One of the inmates scoffed.

"Maybe it's the fact that you have less teeth than years left in prison." Nathan smirked.

"Keep running your mouth and you'll get stabbed." One of them grumbled.

"I bet you five dollars this guy won't last a week here."

Nathan crossed his arms with a smug smile. "And I bet you a hundred dollars that I'm leaving before tomorrow morning."

"Bet." Johnson smirked.

"Easiest money you'll ever make, man." One of them chuckled as he patted Johnson on the back.

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"Where's your wife, now?" Johnson asked with pretend innocence as he laid down in his bed.

"She won't take long." Nathan said with confidence.

"Damn, you have a blind faith in her." He raised his brows. "And how exactly is a little woman going to break in a state prison ?"

Nathan sat down on his bunk bed, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms behind his head. "I've got no idea."

"You're a fucking idiot."

They lapsed in silence while Nathan whistled softly as he patiently waited. The hall was filled with the sound of yelling and arguing. The older man looked intrigued as he stared at the younger one.