John Pov
"I'll beat the shit outta him!" I exclaimed, pacing the cell.

After seeing the guard that had sexually assaulted Alex, working back in the prison...you could say I was a bit upset.

"Or you could like..not do that."
Alex suggested.

"He shouldn't even fucking have a job." I hissed.

"Well he does." Alex muttered.

"We won't be here much longer anyway it's not that big of a dea-"

"Yeah but when we're gone? What's he gonna do to other prisoners? Do the same pat down shit he did to you?
I think the fuck not!"
I exclaimed.

"We cant do anythin bout it!" Alex told me, gesturing to the cell bars.

I sighed and sat down on my bed. He put his arm around me, rubbing my shoulder slightly.

"Fucking hell." I muttered.
"Don't worry. We'll be outta here soon." He reassured.

"Yeah.
Soon." I repeated.
Never soon enough though, is it?

We went into a comfortable silence, which Alex abruptly ended.

"You think, by any chance, you could get Thomas to beat up Jared again?" He asked.

I involuntarily let out a laugh.
"You want me to get Jared beat up...again?!" I exclaimed, smiling all the while.

He grinned along with me.

"Yeah, I uh..quite obviously forgot to get a lighter for these things," Alex said, lifting his pillow and showing me his cigarettes.

"You know, maybe..it's for the best you's don't have a lighter." I muttered, looking at his pack of cigarettes while talking.

"Aw come on! It helps me...
cope." He said, throwing the pillow back over them.

"Cope with what exactly?" I
asked.

He looked at me and gave a stupidly sarcastic grin.

"Life."
He told me, doing jazz hands.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Did you have an addiction to those or somethin before you even came here?" I asked.

He shrugged.
"Wasn't exactly addicted. But I did smoke from time to time. Not while I was in the army though. I'd get severely punished if I was caught dead, smoking any of that shit." He said.

"So..you think it's shit? I mean not literally but you think it's stupid?"
I asked.

"Of course it's stupid. But I..still did it anyway. It felt good while I did it, you know? I always regretted it afterwards. Especially when I went to a lecture after smoking so, so much the other night. I literally couldn't stop fucking coughing and it was awful." He said, grimacing ever so slightly.

"How the fuck did you not learn your lesson about cigarettes after that?" I asked.

"I'm very bad when it comes to learning my 'lesson'." He told me.

I scoffed.
"Obviously."

He sighed.
"What about you? Did you ever smoke?" He asked.

"Eh..A few times. I went to a class after a night of smoking weed and drinking like my life depended on it and well...I was pretty much sweating vodka and ecstasy." I told him.

He chuckled a bit, running his hand through his hair.

"Sounds fun." He said.

"Oh man, I'm tellin you, it was." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

I pulled him close to me, practically on my lap. His eyes widened.

"What?" I whispered.
"Shit man.." He muttered.

I raised a brow.
"What?"

"I think I'm...gay."
He said, a smile creeping on his face.

I pushed him off me and exclaimed, "You're an asshole!"

He laughed and laughed.

"Oh you think you're so funny, don't you?" I asked.

He smiled, nodding.

I pulled him back on me and smiled. Jeez kid, what the hell have you done to me?

I sure as hell ain't a cinnamon roll, but I gotta admit. I'm a little bit less of a prick.

"I'm pretty damn funny." He told me. "Yeah. Funny lookin'." I said.

He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. "You know, you're dating me."
He informed.

"Oh thank goodness. Now I won't have to be so worried to do somethin like this," I cut myself off to kiss him.

After we parted Alex said,
"You know, I really like it when you do that."

"Oh goodie...About that asshole of a guard that we saw though-"