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Aaliyah was awoken hearing Suzanne shouting things in her sleep. It didn't help that they had burned all the beds so now they had to sleep on the metal fucking frame. Though Aaliyah took Henderson's blankets and pillow to make it more bearable to sleep on. "Vee! Vee! Vee!" Suzanne says. Poussey rises from her bed, "Shut the fuck up!" Aaliyah sat up, knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep with all that noise.

"Yeah, I've been tryin' to get some sleep around here!" Janae complains tiredly. "No use in going back to sleep now. She's not gonna shut up," Aaliyah adds, laying her head against the wall with a huff. "If you're so tired, I could help wear you out," Aaliyah smirks at Janae. Even in the earliest of times, she always made it a mission to flirt. Janae shoots her a glare, "Shut up." She didn't technically decline the offer.

Suzanne keeps making noise and Taystee gets up to grab her. "What in the hell is wrong with you? I'm so tired of this shit."

"Vee's in trouble. I gotta tell her about the dragon that's coming." Aaliyah rolls her eyes at the nonsense, pulling a pillow over her face. Taystee puts a hand over Suzanne's mouth, "It was a dream, crazy pants. You were dreaming." Taystee pulls her to sit back down. "Sit your ass down." She moves Suzanne's legs to make her lay down and goes back to her bed.

Suzanne sits up, "Just a dream?"

"Yes! Like yesterday and the day before that! Shit!" Cindy buts in with irritation, laying back down when Suzanne was quiet.

"Are you sure?"

"Bloody hell! Yes! Shut the fuck up!" Aaliyah snaps, startling Suzanne. Poussey huffs, hitting the wall to warn Suzanne and lays back down. "Sorry." Suzanne whispers.

Not a second later, the lights turn on. "Rise and shine, ladies. Another crappy day in prison." CO Bell says on the PA. Everyone groans from the lack of sleep, meanwhile Suzanne gets up with a happy smile. Whistling as she grabs her shower stuff.

Aaliyah grabs her hair in frustration, throwing her pillow at the wall. Janae looks at her and chuckles. "Your hair," she points out. Aaliyah rolls her eyes, grabbing a brush and throwing it at her. "Fuck you."

"No thanks."

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Aaliyah pulls a tank top over her head, glancing at Janae who had returned from electrical. Aaliyah skipped again, not caring if she got a shot for it. She didn't wanna see Luschek's face or she'd probably kill him. Aaliyah leans on the wall, watching as Janae boredly stared at the ceiling. "Why the fuck are you staring at me?" She didn't even have to look to know Aaliyah was.

"Do you wanna go for run with me?" Of course she did. Janae could never turn down that offer. As much as she loved running by herself, she enjoyed running with others.

Janae sat up, squinting her eye at Aaliyah. She didn't say it out loud but she was expecting some kind of flirting comment from her. "There's a very sexy energy when you run." Ah, there is was. Janae rolls her eyes, biting back a smile. She gets up and goes to pull off her shirt to change until she notices Aaliyah stoll watching. "Uh-uh. You ain't gettin' no free show. Turn your ass around."

Aaliyah pouts, "You're no fun. But fine. Whatever you say darling." She turns around.

Janae rolls her eyes, pulling off her shirt and pulling on a tank top and sweatpants. "Let's go." Aaliyah smiles, following Janae outside. They ran the track, deciding to race each other and Janae was very clearly winning, having been an actual trackstar. Aaliyah only ran track in school for a few months when Janae at the time, told her to give it a try. But obviously she wouldn't remember that now. She quit but still ran every now and then.

"I thought you were good at this!" Janae laughs, slowly down to run next to a tired Aaliyah.

"That's not fair! You ran track for years. I ran for a few months." Aaliyah breathes out, slowing down since Janae did. Janae already won so now they could just jog. Janae just chuckles, jogging alongside Aaliyah. "Don't be so cocky then." Janae sassed.

Before Aaliyah could reply, she heard her name be called. "Aaliyah!" It was odd considering this person had an Australian accent. Aaliyah knew she was the only one in the prison with a European accent. Aaliyah stops in her steps, turning around to the person. "Holy shit." Janae stops, turning around to see why Aaliyah stopped.

"Stella?!" Aaliyah ran towards the girl in orange, almost tackling her into a hug. Stella grinned, hugging the taller girl back until they got warned by a guard to separate. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Aaliyah questions, looking her up and down, still in disbelief. "Oh you know, illegal shit. What are you doing here?"

"You didn't hear? I'm an arsonist now," Aaliyah smirked.

"A hot one." Stella flirts. Liyah chuckles, leaning forward until Janae put an arm on her shoulder, slightly pulling her away. "Yo, who's 'dis?" She asked.

Stella knit her brows together, wondering if they were a couple. Janae was coming off as jealous in her opinion. "This is Stella. She's an..old friend. We met a little before I got arrested. Stella, this is my friend Janae." Friend. Friend is all Janae could hear. I mean, it was true, but it was a little odd to hear. "Oh, cool. Nice to meet you." Janae didn't say anything back, just glaring at the girl, almost in a jealous manner. But then again, Janae was always mean.

Aaliyah cleared her throat. "I'll show you around, Stel. I'll catch up with you later, J." She smiles, squeezing Janae's shoulder before grabbing Stella's hand and dragging her away.

Janae watched, a glare on her face.

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"You keep glarin' at the food or you gon' eat it?" Janae doesn't reply to Cindy's comment, still glaring at the food. She had been pissed off all day since Aaliyah took off with that Stella girl. It didn't help that one of the girl said she seen them in the shower together. "Janae, you good?" Poussey asks, worried for her. Yeah, Janae was always grumpy but this was different. She hadn't even muttered a word.

Laughter filled the cafeteria. It was the sound of Aaliyah's laughter. Janae looked up fast, scowling at the scene in front of her. Aaliyah was laughing at something Stella said, both of their hair wet like they just came out of the shower. "Ah shit, she got that after sex glow," Cindy chuckles.

Poussey didn't really care that Aaliyah was sleeping with other people. It's not like they were dating. She knew Aaliyah wasn't looking for a serious relationship. Which was expected in prison. Prison relationships tended to never last. Did she like Aaliyah? Yeah. But she also wasn't looking to date Aaliyah either. Aaliyah was someone she could enjoy being friends with way more than being girlfriends.

"Is it just me or is she always glowing?" Taystee asks the group. It was true. Though Janae would never say that out loud.

"You know what? You is right. This girl always looks like an expensive new barbie." Cindy replies. Poussey nods in agreement. That was definitely true. She had that barbie glow to her. "Aaliyah is a real life barbie?" Suzanne questions with a smile, hoping it was true.

"Uhhh...yeah. Sure." Taystee goes along with it, not wanting to disappoint Suzanne.

"Catch up later, I guess?" Aaliyah asks. Stella smiles slightly with a shrug, "Sure. That's if I'm not too busy." Aaliyah nods, rolling her eyes and walking away. She grabs a tray of food and heads towards the table. Taystee moves out of the seat next to Janae to sit on the other one, across Suzanne. Aaliyah sets her tray on the table, taking a seat.

"Hello Barbie." Suzanne smiles warmly, sticking out her hand. Aaliyah chuckles softly, a little confused but shakes Suzanne's hand anyways. "Hello to you too sweets."

"Who's your new buddy other there?" Cindy asks, taking a bite of her food. Taystee and Poussey also curious, meanwhile Janae still glares at the food.

"Oh, that's Stella. You know, this bitch has the audacity." Janae furrows her brows in confusion at Aaliyah's sudden mood change towards Stella. "I show her around, right? And the fuckin' slag has the audacity to blame me for her being in here? Can you believe that? And when I ask her why, she just shrugs it off and laughs. Like bitch, how the fuck is it my fault that she's a criminal? It's fuckin' bullocks. I was so kind to her."

Aaliyah shakes her head, leaning on the table with a sigh. "Damn. She sounds like a real bitch." Taystee agrees.

"I know right?"

"Quick question. What does slag mean?" Cindy questioned. Janae knew what it meant. Aaliyah used it a few times around her so she asked what it meant. Just like with a lot of words. It's was confusing but she did her best to catch on. "It means slut." Janae mumbles her first words since dinner started.

"Oh, she speaks." Cindy taunts. Janae rolls her eyes, not replying. "Slag, that's an interesting word. Imma use it now." Cindy jokes.

Aaliyah laughs, sipping her water. "What's up with you?" Liyah nudges Janae.

"She been all pissy since you took off with that Australian chick," Poussey answers. Janae glares at Poussey who only chuckles. Aaliyah frowns, putting an arm around Janae's shoulders, "Awe darling, you know you're my number one girl. There's nothing to be jealous of." She teases, a small smirk on her red lips.

Janae scoffs, shrugging of Liyah's arm, "I ain't jealous."

Obviously Aaliyah didn't believe her but she wanted to make sure Janae knew not to be concerned. "Good. She's got nothing on your sexy face."

Janae bites back a smile, shoving her shoulder playfully. "Shut up."

"Ouu, demanding aren't we love?"

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a/n: stellaaa, i love her sm idc. what piper did to her was so fucked up, but sorta deserved

jealous janae >>>

their love language is definitely touch, im telling you 🙄 they're alwaysss giving each other little touches here and there 😏

double update??

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