One: Check Our Guns At The Door

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Michael watched from his cell as a tall blonde boy was escorted through the doors with a smirk.

Michael was blown away by how cute and young the boy looked, it was a nice change from the creepy older men that used to stare at him all the time.

"This way Hemmings." A guard said to the blonde as he forcefully lead him closer and closer to Michael's cell. He started to freak out, what if he would have to share with him? He would hate that.

To his relief the guard did not open his cell, but the one next to him.

Michael held his breath a little over the next minute and hoped to God the boy wouldn't talk to him.

He was wrong.

"Hey." A husky voice mumbled beside him.

Michael couldn't see the boy because of the wall but it doesn't mean he didn't freak out. He decided he would just go to bed and stay quiet.

"I said hey."

Michael buried himself under his covers and blocked out everything.
He didn't know who this boy was but he was going to avoid him the best he could.

Or so he thought.

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