Orange Is The New Black

"Alright, I take it you don't have any drugs, weapons, or any other contraband items on you?"

Looking at the police officer standing in front of me, I shook my head slowly. I don't know where he thought id be hiding something, I was naked. Freezing cold, totally embarrassed, and completely naked. Covering my junk with my hands as I watched the man with the pornstache in front of me, he looked me up and down.

"You sure?"

"Positive." I replied.

"I asked you a question inmate." The man barked, "I expect an answer, none of your free man, lap."

Biting my tongue, I looked down.

"Now let me try that again." The man sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I muttered.

"Yes what?" He pressed.

"Yes sir." I grumbled.

Nodding, the officer hooked his thumbs in his belt.

"Let's make sure, shall we?" He chuckled. "Squat and cough."

"What?" I gasped.

"I'm sorry." He spat. "Did I stutter, inmate?"

"No sir." I said slowly.

"I didn't think so." He snapped. "Now squat."

Taking a shaky breath, I slowly lowered towards the ground until I was crouched in a nightmarishly vulnerable squat.

"Ladies and gentleman, he can be taught!" The officer exclaimed, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "Now cough."

I won't get into what happened after that, mainly because I'm trying to forget it, so I'll just skip through the boring stuff and jump to where things get interesting.

After being suited up in an orange jumpsuit, I was handcuffed, handed a bundle of bedding, and sent outside to where a van was idling.

Climbing into the backseat, I watched as a guy with a head of dark curly hair which was done up in a bun on the top of his head was flipping through a wedding magazine.

"What do you think?" he said slowly. "August or March?"

"For what?" I questioned.

Turning around, the green eyes man smiled at me. "My wedding."

"You're getting married?" I asked.

"Yeah." He laughed.

"When?" I questioned.

"When I get out." He replied.

"How long are you in for?" I asked.

"Six years." He answered. "But I've already got one and a half done so that's just f...if...four...um..."

"Four and a half?" I offered.

"Yes, thank you." He laughed.

"What are you in for?" I asked.

"It's a long story." He laughed nervously. "A misunderstanding, some real Shakespearean drama type stuff. I'd bored you."

I nodded slowly.

"So back to my question." He said slowly. "August or March? Or February...Valentines Day! Oh my god, that would be so great, wouldn't it? A Valentine's Day wedding!"

"I guess." I replied, personal finding the idea of Valentine's Day weddings to be cheesy. "What does your fiancé want?"

"Don't know." He laughed. "He isn't into all that stuff. Which is why I'm planning it."

"He?"

"Yeah." He breathed. "Ryan. He is so dreamy. Like literally. I dream about him every night."

"Congratulations." I said awkwardly.

"Thanks." He laughed, closing his magazine. "I'm Styles. Well, Harry, but this is prison and we go by our last names. So Styles."

"I'm Iero." I greeted. "Frank Iero."

"Iero." He said slowly. "Iero...Your name sounds familiar...Uh....Oh! I know! Oh my goodness! Your dad is the mayor!"

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"Oooohhhh." Harry breathed. "Daddy must not be too happy with you, what did you do?"

"Nothing." I replied.

"Yeah." A guy with big hair laughed entering the bus and sitting down as far away from me as possible. "Me too."

"Someone's grumpy." Harry laughed.

"I got arrested." The guy spat. "I'm sorry for not doing cartwheels."

"You have a name, afro?" Harry questioned.

"Ray." The guy grumbled.

"Your last name." I offered timidly.

"Toro." He snapped.

"Nice to meet you, Toro." Harry greeted, saluting. "Welcome to prison."

"Welcome to hell, more like it." Another guy muttered, climbing in on the bus.

"Hi!" Harry said pleasantly. "I'm Styles. This is Iero, that's Toro."

"Wentz." The guy mumbled, running his fingertips through his hair as he sat down in between Ray and I. "Pete Wentz."

"Hat are you in for Wentz? Pete Wentz?" Harry questioned.

"House invasion." Pete mumbled. "And um...one more thing."

"Ohh is it juicy?" Harry breathed. "Spill it, I won't tell."

Playing with his fingertips, Pete looked down. "Homicide."

My eyes widening, I took a small scoot away from Pete and out of the corner of my eye, saw Ray do the same.

"Ooh damn." Harry cried. "Can either of you top that?"

Hastily, I shook my head as did Ray..

"It's been a while since we got a murderer." Harry babbled. "That's cool. Not for whoever you killed of course, but in here it definitely gives you a bit of street cred."

Suddenly the door slid open noisily.

Startled, I looked up and watched a guy shuffle forward with his head down, his red hair hiding his face.

"Welcome to the SS Styles!" Harry greeted, beeping the horn. "What's your name?"

"Gerard." An all too familiar voice replied.

And then he was looking up, his hazel eyes locking with mine and widening.

"You." I whispered. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Aww! You two know each other!" Harry breathed. "That's fun, I didn't know anybody when I got here."

"I could ask you the same thing." Gerard said slowly, ignoring Harry.

"Everybody sit down!" An officer demanded, stepping onto the bus. "We're heading out."

Givin me one last linger look, Gerard sat down in the seat in front of me, his all too familiar scent, churning my stomach.

Notes

Yeahh, some One Direction characters are going to be in here. But I'm sure that won't matter.

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