About a week had passed before Gerard was eventually escorted back to our cell. To be honest, I was glad- not because I missed him, but it was getting frustrated being Mikey’s babysitter 24/7. I let Gerard take care of him, he won’t listen to me anymore. The cards that had lain untouched by him were once again laid out in front of me when he returned, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or he just didn’t care. Either way, I’d officially claimed them as my own. It was nice to finally have something to call mine for once. I kept them on me almost all the time, just in case I got bored.

I’d seen the kid around, especially during meal times and outside. I didn’t dare approach him outside again; I was worried Mikey would have another one of his semi-famous meltdowns, and it would ruin my chances of actually finding a decent person to call a friend here.

He sat alone in the Mess Hall, mostly. Only once or twice had I seen someone go up and try to say hello or just mess with him, but they’d just end up getting what I now call his ‘look’, where he raises his eyebrows and gives you a look that speaks for itself; like an “are you for real” or a “what do you want” expression. He never truly engaged in any conversation that I could see, at least. I guess Bob was right; he really didn’t talk to anyone.

I must’ve passed out halfway through the day, because I was violently yanked from my slumber by a very pale yet sexy face, and his pale yet sexy pillow smashing into my face repeatedly. I groaned into my pillow and rolled over to the other side, facing the wall.

“Lemme sleep, you stupid..” I was too tired to come up with a snarky comment, so I just let my voice trail off into my pillow hoping he would leave me alone.

“C’mon, dinners ready and I’m starving. They hardly feed you down in solitary. Don’t make me put you on the floor again, because this time I might just drop your fat ass.”

“You did it once, you can do it again. I don’t plan on moving anytime soon.” I softly chuckled into my pillow, yelping slightly as I felt a big pair of hands wrap around my torso and lift my a few inches off of my mattress, lifting me so I hovered three feet off the ground.

“I don’t know Iero-“ He playfully twitched his hands, threatening to drop me. “I guess I’m not as strong as I thought I was. Oh no.” He said emotionlessly as I felt his hands disappear from under me. I slammed onto the concrete floors, landing not so flawlessly on my hands and knees. I rolled around onto my back, and saw Gerard laughing his ass off. Mikey was laughing just as hard from outside the cell.

“Did he actually do it!?”

“No, I’m just on the floor because I want to be.” I slowly got back up on my feet. Gerard had left me behind, racing after Mikey, although I wasn’t sure if it was because he was hungry, or he just didn’t trust Mikey to be by himself.

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We rushed to the front of the line, and quickly had our trays filled with spaghetti and bread. It didn’t look too bad, and once we got to table Gerard had begun to dig right in, so I guess it was edible. I took a bite and I saw why Gerard liked it so much; I mean who wouldn’t? For the shitty food we’d been fed the past week this tasted like it was made by Chef Fucking Ramsay himself.

Mikey and Gerard were going back and forth, arguing about Bob again. Luckily it seemed like they were both going to keep their cool this time, but even so; I didn’t want to be there to see the fallout, or another meltdown from Mikey. I searched the Hall, glancing at the clock. We were stuck here for another half hour, and I’d already finished my food. Well, most of it. I still had my milk carton. I wasn’t exactly thirsty, the spaghetti had been slathered in gallons of melted butter-, which tasted amazing, but filled me right up.

I scanned the room and caught the kid starring at me from the corner of my eye. Our eyes met and he quickly looked the other way, acting like nothing happened. Finally, an excuse to get away from these bickering brats.

“I’ll be back.” I muttered to the boys, who took no notice of my sudden absence. They were too absorbed with each other to care. I grabbed my tray and carefully stepped over to his table, setting down my tray and easing into another uncomfortable chair. I shifted slightly, trying to find a better position before just giving up altogether.

“Hey.” I smiled, trying to seem friendly. Maybe a bit too friendly, because my kindness was just rewarded with another one of his ‘looks’. He eventually cracked a smile, though, and waved his hand slightly. Pretty sure that’s the strongest ‘hello’ I’m going to receive.

“Sup?” Again, he said nothing. He shrugged his shoulders lazily, then looked at me as if he expected me to reply.

“Eh, I’m alright.” Geez, it was like I was talking to myself. I turned around to look at the boys again. Nothing had changed; they were still arguing about God knows what.

I sighed and looked at the clock again- it’d only been two minutes. Oh well.

I pulled out the deck of cards from my left pocket and placed the pack on the table. I saw the kid do a double take and gasp softly- his mouth opening slightly, then snapping shut just as soon as they opened. He stared at the cards, and pushed both of our trays to the very edge of the table, leaving us a flat surface to play on. He snatched the deck of cards from my hands and started to open them. I saw him freeze; his eyes were plastered with a look of uncertainty, as if unsure of what to play. I took the deck of cards right back, shuffling them briskly before passing out ten cards to the both of us.

“Here, my friend over there showed me this one.” I nodded my head in Mikey’s direction. “He calls it ‘Garbage’…”

Notes

Yucky filler, I know. Don't hate me.

Ok so I finally performed my ASL final to the class and I started shaking so bad, like my anxiety was through the roof. It also doesn't help that my crush is in that class and we have a love/hate relationship, like were good friends and stuff but thats really it. He's a player, so I just admire from the sidelines. But ANYWAYS:
My teacher loved it. The class loved it. According to them, they couldn't notice my extreme trembling. I walked up to my friend Brittaney after i finished and just had her hold me for like five minutes until I stopped shaking. I used to never have a huge problem with anxiety but it's gotten really bad over the last couple months. OK ILL STOP RANTING. LOVE YOU ALL <3
And by the way: If you wanna see it, it's right here (ik ur getting annoyed with me constantly posting it this is the final time I swear)
http://camibech.tumblr.com/post/83565951737/you-know-what-they-do-to-guys-like-us-in-prison-by

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