Sitting on that cold floor, feet away from Johnny, made my heart swell. How did he make me fall so hard? I never felt this kind of love for anyone. Not my parents, nor my many exes. I looked at him and saw he was looking at the floor with a disappointed look on his face. I looked away.
Say something, you gutless chicken, I thought to myself. I wanted to pour my heart out to him, but I knew this would not be the right time. Not with Johnny so disappointed.
I actually knew it would be awhile 'til the police brought Boss in, so I decided to make small conversation.
"Whatcha thinkin?" I asked, still looking at the floor. I felt his eyes on me.
"I'm thinkin the Saints are corporate whores." I looked up and looked at him.
"Why?" I asked, so clueless.
"Because, we don't even know how to rob a fucking bank anymore." He began to say. "I mean where did we go? We've been so caught up in fame and fortune that we forgot who we really were." I sighed and looked back down on the floor. It was true. We forgot our true colors.
"You're right. We have to tell Boss how we feel." I told him, causing his eyes to shoot towards me.
"I think he cares about all the money and good, valuable shit we're getting." I sighed.
"Johnny-" I was so close to telling him my feelings that I hid so well. "I-" Then I was immediately cut off by the sound of the door to the prison cell open. Johnny and I looked up as the police pushed Boss into the cell.
"The fuck is this? We paid up this month?" He asked. I knew I had no chance of telling Johnny now.
A/N: I don't know why but I ship Johnny and Shaundi so much that I decided to make a fanfic of them in the cell together. Hope you enjoyed my one-shot! C: