Daniel's P.O.V.

"Hey, I don't suppose that twink walking out has a roomate yet?" I say to my guard.
"Well uh, no. He doesn't. Do you have a room yet, Daniel?" He asks me as he hands me a towel.
"No. Can I room with him?" I reply in the most hopeful tone I can.
"I mean, I guess. I'll go sign you up. Come on," the guard says leading me through the jail into a new room for me. I mean, yeah, all of the rooms are new for me. But this is the room that holds all of the records and living arrangements. It's probably a room I will never get to see again.

He takes me to Joey's cell and I see him fast asleep on the bed to the right side. I sit down on the bed on the opposite side of the cell and just watch as he breathes in and out. He looks so much younger when he is sleeping than when he is awake. I wonder what he is in here for?

I lay down under the thin blanket on the cold, hard bed and look up at the ceiling. I get a huge knot in my stomach because I can't help but think that all of this was a really bad idea. I basically got myself convicted for a crime I didn't do for a guy I don't know. Some people would call me crazy. But honestly, my current situation would make a good book. Finally, after a few hours of endless thinking about trivial topics, I finally close my eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

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Author's Note:
THIS IS AN EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER AND I AM VERY SORRY I JUST HAD TO FIT THIS IN. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER I PROMISE!!!

Xoxo, Kaylin