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"I don't see why I'm helping. I hate mother's day. I rather stay inside, isolating myself, rather than reminiscing about my shitty mum." Aaliyah says, tossing a ping pong ball off the ground to Poussey. "And you can do that. I just need you to grab that box up there and you can get back to whatever it is you do. Like uh, maybe, go crush on Watson some more." Poussey said, chuckling at her last sentence.

"Okay first of all, I do not have a crush. Crushes are for children. Let's just say, my motive for her is different." Aaliyah grabs the box and tosses it down. She goes to climb off, losing her footing and falling off the chair, right on top of Poussey who had attempted to catch the taller girl. "Ow." She winced. Poussey groaned, "You're arm," Aaliyah moved her arm with a small apology.

It took them a minute to realize the position they were in. Aaliyah looked down at her, a small smile gracing her lips. "You look very pretty from this angle." Poussey smiles, a little nervously, "Thanks." It was silent for a second until Aaliyah goes to get off. That was until Poussey pulled her back down, and next thing she knew, their lips were attached. Aaliyah pulled her in deeper with a smile, Poussey pulled away suddenly. "Wait, nah, I thought you liked Watson?"

Aaliyah smirks, "Who says I can't like you both?"

Poussey doesn't say anything, instead pulling Aaliyah back down and connecting their lips. Aaliyah moved her hands to Poussey's waist, pushing up her shirt. A new voice was heard, "Yo, P! You in here?!" It was Janae.

"Shit." Poussey pulls away and Aaliyah sighs, climbing off of the smaller girl. Poussey runs around the corner, spotting Watson. "What's up?" Janae raised a brow at the pinkish lipstick all over Poussey's lips. "Uh, right Cindy needs your help with the table for the mother's day shit." Poussey nods, "Oh 'aight, I'll go get to that."

Before Poussey took off, Janae grabs her arm, "You got a little something...everywhere," she gestures to her face. Poussey wipes her lips, seeing the pink lipstick. "Cool, uh thanks." Poussey ran out, using her shirt to rub the rest of the lipstick off.

Janae clears her throat, "whoever is in here can come out now."

Aaliyah smiles, walking to the end of the shelf and leaning on it, revealing herself to a very shocked Watson. Aaliyah smirks, wiping her smudged lipstick with her thumb, "Hello love."

"I ain't expect you, but then again, you took me for the slutty type," Janae says bluntly. "No offense." Aaliyah couldn't blame her. Janae had seen her kissing another inmate in the showers early in the morning so it wasn't a shocker. "None taken darling. I gotta find some way to entertain myself, that's the whole point of being in here. Though, I do wish it was you. Guess I'll have to try a little harder."

Aaliyah smirks, picking up the small box of ping pong balls and walking past Watson, out of the warehouse. Janae blinks and takes a breath, Aaliyah was not gonna back down. She needed to get her off her back somehow. But, that was hard considering how determined Aaliyah was. It was gonna take a lot. But, she needed it Aaliyah to just back off her. Not cause she had a problem with her, but cause she was finding herself starting to want to give in.

And she knew for a fact, she was not gay.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself. Anyways, Aaliyah was really starting to confuse her and she didn't like it.

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Mother's day was over, you could say it was good but also a bit of a mess. Aaliyah just spent it lying in bed. As she laid in bed, it was still a little dark, but she could see the sunrise begin to come up. CO Bennet tapped her bed, causing her to look up at him with a raise of her brows. "You're being assigned to a bunk. Come with me." He said. Aaliyah groaned tiredly, grabbing her stuff and climbing off the bed and following CO Bennet out of the room.

He took her to what Aaliyah heard was reffered as the "ghetto". But really they just said that because the majority of the inmates in there were black. It quite frankly annoyed Aaliyah but she didn't have much means to care so early in the morning. Majority appeared to be asleep as it was very early in the morning. Bennet brought her to the end of the bunks near the wall, right across from Janae and Poussey.

She smiles, feeling like the world was on her side. That was up until she seen her bunkie. Amelia fucking Henderson. "Bloody hell." Aaliyah tossed her shit on the bed and moved over the table where Henderson took up all the space on her side. She used both of her hands, throwing it all off the table in one sweep, making a shit ton of noise. It won't most of the inmates up, all of them mumbling or yelling complaints.

Janae and Poussey both groaned tiredly, getting up to see what was the ruckus. Henderson snapped awake, her eyes widening at all her stuff on the floor. She clenched her jaw, "Fucking bitch! What the fu-"

Aaliyah turned around, a deadly look in her eyes, Henderson froze. "Huh? Say that again. I fucking dare you." Henderson and Channing stood face to face, Janae and Poussey both watching with interest. "That's what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and clean this up. I like a clean floor to walk on." Henderson nods, immediately getting down to pick it all up. She shoved the rest of the stuff off the windowsill and put her stuff instead.

"I see you got your own prison maid," Poussey imputs. Aaliyah turns her head, smiling when she sees her neighbors. She pulled off her boots and walked over to their side. "Hi. We're neighbors now. Pretty neat innit?" Poussey chuckles and nods, leaning on the bed frame. Watson still laid in her bed, watching the interaction with squinted eyes. "Yes, pretty cool."

Aaliyah leans on the wall, "Hey uh, you wanna come with me to the showers real quick?" She asks with a suggestive look. Poussey looks around before eventually nodding and taking Aaliyah's outstretched hand. Janae rolls her eyes, turning around in her bed and pulling the pillow over her head.

"Oh fuck." Aaliyah breathes out, walking out of the shower, she pulled her sweatshirt over herself. Poussey steps out, grabbing her clothes and pulled them back on with heavy breaths. "You real good at that." Aaliyah smiles at the compliment, grabbing her pants and pulling them back on. "Thank you sweets."

As Aaliyah went to leave, she stopped herself, turning around to face Washington. "Hey, if you ever wanna do this again, you know where to find me." She pressed a small peck on Poussey's lips and walked out, heading back to her bunk, leaving a very, confused Washington.

Aaliyah walked back to the bunks, seeing Henderson still asleep whilst everyone else was waking up. She slammed her hand down on Henderson's pillow, waking her up. "It's morning, get the fuck up. You don't get to sleep it." Liyah moved over to her bed, grabbing herself some fresh clothes, her back turned to Henderson.

Janae grabbed a towel, ready to go shower until she noticed Henderson pull something out from the wall. She held it in her clenched hand, glaring at Aaliyah. Janae immediately headed over just as Henderson stood up. Before she could use it on Aaliyah, Janae took the shiv from her hands, catching Aaliyah's attention. "What do we have here?"

Janae tossed her the shiv, glaring at Henderson. "Oh, this is cute. It would be such a shame for it to go to waste." Aaliyah twirled it in her fingers, looking around for the guards, she sent Janae a knowing look. Janae stood near the front of the cube, watching for any guards. She didn't necessarily want to be on watch for Aaliyah but she seen just how crazy that girl could be so she didn't want to get on her bad side.

Aaliyah grabbed Henderson's wrist, using the shiv to cut her initial into her arm. Henderson cried in pain, making Aaliyah press a hand to her mouth. "This is what you get for playing games with me. Try it again and it'll be my full fucking name. Now let's clean this up, shall we? It'll get infected." Aaliyah pressed a cloth to Henderson's arm before blood could drip on the floor.

"Excuse me!" Aaliyah called over a guard, taking Henderson's hand with a faux worried look. "We got a cutter! She needs medical!" The CO rushed over, taking Henderson away from medical, rushing past Poussey who walked in.

"What's that about?" Washington asks, looking at Cindy and Taystee.

"Harry Potter taught the white girl a lesson. I told y'all she crazy," Cindy said. Though she wasn't wrong, Poussey couldn't help at glare at her for calling Aaliyah crazy. She just had...trouble with controlling her anger. So she resorted to violence.

"Thank you for that help love. I owe you." Aaliyah smiles, pulling off her shirt to change. That gave Janae the signal to leave.

Aaliyah quickly got dressed, having already taken a shower and freshened up with Washington. Two CO's walked in, one of them holding a box and the other, most likely just there for count. "Alright listen up! We've been informed the Hispanics have obtained bedbugs," he said, getting load of groans and complaints.

"So you will all take your beds, pile them up in the middle and put all your clothing in this bag here. Then put the pillows and blankets in here." He demonstrated. "We have these disposable body suits for you to wear until we solve this problem. One at a time, one each per inmate." He opened the box, everyone running to grab one. Aaliyah didn't really care to run over, knowing there would be one left for her as she didn't share the same body type with anyone there.

"This sucks. I just got dressed." Aaliyah complains as she grabs one. She quickly removed her clothes, smirking to herself when she caught Janae looking. "Hey, Channing, you gonna sit with us today?" Poussey asked. Aaliyah pursed her lips, thinking it over, "If I actually go, then yes of course."

"Cool."

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"We got a problem. That new little friend of yours keeps stealing the girls." Nicky wants to roll her eyes at Boo's complaint as she sat at the table. "Looks like you got a little friendly competition then," she mused. Boo ignores her, rolling her eyes, "You know she's been here what? Three days? And I already caught her with four girls. I didn't even know some of them were gay."

A lunch tray drops on the table and they look to the sound, Aaliyah sits down, sipping on some water. "Actually it was five. This morning in the shower," Aaliyah adds.

Boo scoffs, not wanting to admit she was a little impressed. "Oh and let me guess, you're working your way to six?" She asks sarcastically.

Aaliyah cleared her throat, nodding, "Yes, I'm working on Soso over there. Think I'm gonna take a little break though because of these disgusting little creatures crawling around."

"You mean bedbugs?" Nicky questioned.

"Yes." Aaliyah looks down at her food, remembering that the food was made by the Hispanics who brought the bugs in to begin with. She grimaced, walking to the trash and dumping her food. "I'll catch up later. I'm gonna find something with more...or less bugs."

"Uh-uh." Cindy says when a white inmate tries to sit at their table. Janae snaps her fingers, quite dramatically, "Just walk away, Renee."

Poussey walks over with her tray, a lanyard made out of garlic around her neck. Janae, Taystee, and Cindy look at her funny.

"You smell like Arthur Avenue." Janae comments.

"Whatever, okay? GloNo's makin' me bedbug-proof," Poussey defends. It certainly was questionable but hey, who were they to question her beliefs? "Gloria and Norma," Taystee corrects.

"Oh hell no."

"Hey, look, whatever you wanna call 'em, they for real, all right? Especially Norma. She got that whole magic mute thing going on. Look, and this makes sense, okay? Bedbugs drink our blood." Cindy shakes her head, not believing this. "They're bugs, not Dracula." Poussey sucks her teeth, shrugging her off. "And now that you been necklace shopping in Burritoville, you gettin' em for sure."

"Man, why they still makin' our food, when they're the infested ones?" Taystee points out. And yes, she did have a good point. Everyone grimaces, suddenly losing their appetite for the food. Cindy spits out hers as Janae and Poussey drop their utensils. Suzanne quickly shakes her head, "No, it's protein. Crunch. It's all good."

Janae takes notice of Cindy scratching her neck and decides to call it out. "Hey, you're scratching."

Cindy stops. "It ain't real, man. It's...a ghost itch. Power of persuasion." She defends herself.

Taystee hums, "Power of you ain't take a shower in three days, that might be why you're scratching."

"Whatchu' care?"

"Poor personal hygiene can be a sign of depression," Suzanne comments. "Man, I ain't depressed." Cindy denies and Taystee chuckles. "The line's been long in the showers since it started getting hot, not to mention Aaliyah been hogging the showers wit' her hookups. But I been washing my pits, tits and naughty bits in the sink," Cindy defended.

"Well, thank you for that."

"Look, you don't wanna be forced to take a shower like that Asian girl, don't get so ripe you go rotten. All I'm sayin'." Taystee says, convincing Cindy. "Okay, maybe you got a point, but it ain't bugs." Taystee sniffs Cindy, making her push away from her. A tray dropping on their table catches their attention. Pennsatucky sits down on the seat next to Janae. None of them happy about it.

"Uh-uh! Forrest Gump... seat's taken."

"Yeah. That seat is reserved for Aaliyah," Suzanne adds. All of them knew Aaliyah would not be happy about someone sitting in her seat, plus the fact that they would be next to Janae.

"But I got just as much of a right to this seat as you do. I mean, this place is full today, and you're discriminating me." Pennsatucky says, pointing her spoon at Suzanne.

"Yes." Suzanne nods.

"Rosa Parks could walk through that door, but she got bedbugs, bitch, her ass going to the back of the bus same as you," Cindy said, then spotted Aaliyah walking into the cafeteria, two cups of noodles in her hands.

"Who's gonna stop me, though..now that your big-haired mammy's in hell, takin' Satan's three-pronged penis up her butt?" Suzanne eyes widen, she angrily grabs the potato on her plate with a scream, making a big scene. Taystee, grabs her, trying to stop her when CO Bell makes her way over. "Warren! Do I need to write you a shot?"

"No, no, no, no, no. She's good. She Judy had a little too much spicy. That's all. Give me the potato...now. Give me the potato." Suzanne takes a breath, setting the potato in Taystee's hand. "I gotchu'. You good. We good, Suzanne. We good. We good, Officer Bell." Taystee chuckles nervously, getting Suzanne to sit back down.

"I will potato her at a future time."

"I know."

"Get your lunch to go, Doggett. We got van duty." Pennsatucky chews her plastic butter knife, not wanting to leave. "Bitch, bye!" Cindy said, seeing Aaliyah come up to the table.

Aaliyah sets her food on the table, leaning down next to Pennsatucky's ear, "Get the fuck out of my seat, before I make you." Pennsatucky clears her throat, standing up, "I'm going, but not because of you! I got van duty. I was leaving anyways!" Aaliyah smiles, waving her fingers.

She takes the seat next to Janae, tossing Suzanne a snickers bar. "Here we go darling." Aaliyah pushes Janae's tray away and sets a cup of hot noodles in front of her. "What's this for?" Janae questions suspiciously.

"Figures you wouldn't want to eat the food made by the infested. Don't worry, you don't need to pay me back love." Aaliyah clears up, opening up her own cup of noodles to enjoy. Cindy, Poussey and Taystee all watch with shocked expressions. "Damn, it's like that? Where's my noodles?" Cindy gaps.

"You should've asked," Aaliyah shrugs, both her and Janae enjoying the food. Janae didn't want to admit it but she was lowkey loving the special treatment from Aaliyah.

"Watson didn't ask," Cindy sassed.

"I don't have to," Janae sassed back, defending herself.

"This is some weird arrangement. But it's lowkey entertaining to watch."

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a/n: janae starting to accept aaliyahs habits >>

also, janae defending her gf from getting shived 😭 they're in love your honor 🙏

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