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Reading Fezco's letter put Vida in the happiest mood ever. She spent the whole time out with Kiara and the boys writing in her Notes app, writing down things she wanted to include in her letter to Fezco so she wouldn't forget.

The second she and Kiara got home from eating, she dropped the box of leftover wings on the kitchen counter and made her way to her room while Kiara spoke to one of their friends on the phone.

But as excited as she was to write back to Fezco, she was tired as fuck, so she decided to go to sleep and just finish her letter in the morning.

It was the first thing that came to mind when she woke up, but she had other things to do as well so she was gonna have to put it off for a while.

She took Kilo on a quick morning walk around the apartment building before she got ready to go to work, taking a long ass shower before she did her makeup and got dressed.

It's always hot in Los Angeles but now that it was almost summer, it was starting to get super hot, like 90° and up hot, and she was lowkey mad as she pulled on a denim skirt because she loved wearing winter clothes.

After getting ready she dropped Kiara off at school before she went to work, having carefully shoved the folded letter and some Smencil that smelled like cotton candy that she still had from elementary into her purse.

The skate shop Vida worked at was located in Downtown and owned by this guy in his late 20's named Tony, who swore he was a great skater because he shared first names with Tony Hawk.

Tony was cool and all but he was always hitting on Vida and usually she loved the attention but he got really annoying really quick.

He was nosy as fuck, and everyone's a little nosy but he was nosy as fuck.

"What you writing?" Tony tapped the counter that Vida leant on while she wrote her letter to Fezco, a small smile on her face as she told him about how she wanted to dye her hair soon.

Vida didn't even hear Tony's question, being too caught up in what she was writing.

Tony peeked at the paper after he was ignored, laughing, "Who's Fezco?"

Vida stopped writing and glanced up at him, giving him a look. "None of your business Mr. Hawk."

"That your imaginary friend or something? That sounds like a made up ass name. Fezco," Tony laughed again.

"Better than Tony," Vida shrugged, smiling at Tony before she went back to writing. "He's my friend."

"Why you writing him a letter? He don't got a phone?"

"No. He's in prison."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows, "You serious?"

Vida nodded, signing her letter since she was done writing, drawing a little heart next to her name.

"I went to prison once," Tony informed Vida. "That shit about dropping the soap is fake, cause I dropped it a few times and nothing happened to me."

Vida's eyebrows shot up as she folded the papers she wrote on to send to Fezco, letting out a laugh.

"So you were just purposely dropping the soap to see it someone would fuck you?" Vida asked him, making his face fall. "You wanted one of your fellow inmates to stick their d–"

"No, what the fuck? It was accidental," Tony gave her a look.

"Yeah, okay," Vida snickered as she put together the letter into the envelope she brought from home.

"How do you know this guy, anyway?" Tony asked, half nodding at the envelope as she wrote her name and address on the top left corner.

"I found him on writeaprisoner.com," Vida answered, going onto writing Fezco's name and the address to the prison in the center of the envelope.

"Oh so you're just out here befriend straight up criminals?" Tony narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not safe Vida. This guy could be fucking crazy. What's he in for?"

"Shut up, Fezco's sweet," Vida rolled her eyes. "Not all prisoners deserve it."

"You barely know him, how could you say that?" Tony asked her. "He could be a murderer or some shit, a real creep. What's he locked up for?"

"You're a real creep. What were you locked up for?" Vida flipped the question, giving Tony a look.

"That's none of your business, Vida."

"And my friendship with Fezco is none of yours, hop off," She muttered before sealing the envelope closed. "I'm taking my lunch, ima go drop this off at the post office."

Tony shook his head as Vida pushed passed him, grabbing her purse from behind the counter where she spent most of her shift before she walked to her car.

She went and grabbed a foot long from Subway after dropping her letter off at the post office for Fezco, already excited to receive a letter back.

While she ate in her car, she went on Instagram and searched Fezco's name up, but couldn't find anything.

You'd think that someone with a name like his would be easy to find on social media.

After her lunch break, she had two hours left of her shift, which she spent watching Tony and one of the other employees at the skate shop putting grip tape onto new skateboards that came in that morning.

She found herself writing down in her notes app, different things that she could talk about the next time she wrote to Fezco.

Like, she'd ask him if he liked skateboarding or if he ever tried it. She could ask him if he had a favorite strain of weed after she tried a new one with her coworkers that she didn't really like. She could ask him if he's ever seen a kid faceplant so hard after trying to ride a skateboard.

She could ask him about his brother, and tell him that she once had a brother too, but he passed away years ago in a car accident. She could tell him about her upcoming trip to Colombia with her friends, where she'll actually sell her friend Mackinsleigh to the cartel if she pisses her off again.

That's dead ass her name. Mackinsleigh.

Just kidding, it's her middle name, but that's what Vida calls her because why the fuck would you have Mackinsleigh on your birth certificate.

Anyways, after clocking out of work, she went and picked Kiara up so they could go grocery shopping for the week.

At the grocery store, Kiara pushed the cart while Vida grabbed whatever was on the list Kiara made, which Vida always made fun of because she thought shopping lists were only a thing in movies.

That's probably why she forgot half the things she would go to the store for anytime she went to the store alone.

"Hey so like, you know how you be on the phone with Jojo sometimes?" Vida spoke out of nowhere as Kiara looked up and down the cookies aisle, in search of fudge stripe cookies.

"...yeah?" Kiara let out a laugh at her weird question.

"How do you be doing that?"

Kiara raised an eyebrow at her, "Why? You wanna talk to the murderer?" She asked in a teasing tone.

Vida gave her a look before rolling her eyes at her, grabbing a pack of fudge stripes off the shelf since Kiara was taking forever to find them.

"I'm just kidding! You sure you want to, though? Because that costs money, which he probably doesn't have, so you'd have to pay for it," Kiara explained.

"I know that part," Vida nodded. "But like, how much does that cost?"

"It depends. When he–hold on, I think Jojo's calling me," Kiara smiled as she grabbed her ringing phone from her purse, squealing a little as she read the caller ID, confirming to Vida that it was indeed Jojo.

Kiara spoke to him on the phone for the rest of their shopping trip, where Vida just kept to herself because she didn't wanna interrupt, knowing the circumstances they were under.

There was a 30 minute limit on phone calls, so she and Jojo spoke on the phone for half an hour, through the whole grocery store trip and while they checked out and paid for their groceries and while she and Vida took everything up to their apartment and while she and Vida put everything away.

They were still on the phone when Vida snuck off to her room with Kilo following behind her, helping him onto her bed before she kicked her shoes off and got in herself, grabbing her phone to search up all the questions she had regarding inmate phone calls since Kiara was probably not gonna be any help.

Vida could always wait, but she was impatient, and the faster she figured everything out the better. That way, just in case Fezco wanted to talk to her voice to voice, they could start the process asap.

She screenshotted everything she found on Google that might be useful information, typing California after every question she typed into the search bar because she knew that it was all different in every state,

She swore she had never researched for any projects in school as much as she did for this now, reading through everything she screenshotted.

The most important information she gathered was that phone calls were limited to 30 minutes, and inmates would have to wait 10 minutes before they could make another call if they wanted to, which she already knew though.

She also already knew that he was the one who had to call because incoming calls weren't allowed, only outgoing, so she was gonna have to give him her phone number.

But she learned that she was gonna have to open an prepaid phone account where she could input money so that whenever Fezco called her, it would be deducted from the balance on the account since that was the only way she could accept collect calls on her cell phone.

It seemed simple, and Vida grew excited at the fact that she might get to talk to Fezco, but she told herself not to get too excited but there was a 50% chance that he would want to.

She really hoped he would though, it'd be nice to talk to him that way. And easier, but she didn't mind having to write him letters.

While Vida did her lil research, Fezco sat on his bed, eating the rest of the Cheeto brick that Jojo gave him before leaving to go call his girl.

"My girl's coming tomorrow," Jojo announced to Fezco as he walked back into the recreation room, sitting down at the table Fezco sat at while he ate.

"Word?" Fezco asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah bro, got me fuckin hyped. Yo, when is yo girl gonna come see you?" Jojo asked him, tauntingly raising his eyebrows.

Fezco furrowed his own brows in confusion, "What girl?"

Jojo gave him a look before laughing. "That girl who wrote to you man, who else?"

"Oh. Iono, I mean, I jus sent a letter back like a couple days ago and I haven't gotten nothing yet," Fezco replied casually, as if he hadn't been thinking about Vida for the past three days.

Thinking about her and whether or not she had received and read his letter yet, and whether or not she had written back yet or if she was even gonna write back.

"Damn, really?" Jojo kissed his teeth. "My girl wrote back to me asap," he bragged.

"Good for you mane," Fezco mumbled with a slight shrug. "Mailing shit takes a while, don't it?"

"My girl pays for that express shit," Jojo smiled.

"Oh, word?" Fezco raised an eyebrow. "Ain't that like, hella expensive?"

Jojo shrugged, "Shit, I don't know. Got that express mailing though. And she just put $150 into my account."

Fezco nodded, "Thas dope, man."

Fezco didn't have any commissary money besides the money he had made working in the kitchen or doing yard work or other jobs within the prison, but they all paid like shit.

He couldn't afford all the cool shit from the commissary, and now that he was in prison, he regretted not taking advantage of the fact that he owned a convenience store, where he stood around junk food all the time.

He would kill for some chile limon Lays right now. But he was grateful that Jojo sometimes shared the shit he got from commissary, or whenever he made things, like bricks.

Prison bricks sounded and seemed gross, but they were pretty good, Fezco wasn't gonna lie.

"I don't think I ever seen you call anybody," Jojo brought up to Fezco, glancing over at the phones.

Fezco just shrugged in response before looking up at his cellmate.

"Ion got no one to call."