Season 1 Episode 1 I Wasn't Ready: Chapter One
"Vause…you coming?" My eyes jerk open awoken by a familiar husky voice, and just like that my dreams over and here awaits the nightmare that is another day at Litchfield Penitentiary. It was a bitter-sweet feeling being woken this particular morning. On one hand I hadn't heard that voice in what must only be two weeks. But in here two weeks, two weeks felt like two months. On the other hand, that dream, oh man what a dream. Okay, in fairness it did seem to be becoming a more repetitive dream visiting me nightly, but what I'd give for that dream to be a reality, just one more time.
I feel under my bed and grab my glasses shutting my eyes as I put them on, taking a few seconds before I reopen them. Once opened my eyes begin to slowly adjust to this new pleasure that is clear vision and stood there clear as day is that all familiar silhouette. I'd recognise that wild, hair anywhere. I can't help by crack a smile as I sit up.
"Hey, look who's back" I say, internally ecstatic to see Nicky's grin again but not allowing myself to show it. "Has it been two weeks already?" I add sarcastically. I can't stand soppy, emotional moments, often employing sarcastic comments as a defence mechanism for this, and luckily for me neither can Nicky. She just squints her eyes and forces out a sarcastic chuckle as a reply, as I pull on my khakis and boots.
"I don't know about you but I'm starving!" Nicky declares as we walk down the corridor together, heading for the cafeteria "You know after two weeks locked up in the SHU with nothing to eat but mouldy bologna, even Red's powdered eggs seems delightfully appealing …" Nicky rambles on. On our all be it short journey to the cafeteria I can't help but get dragged back to that dream, so much so that I hadn't even realised that Nicky was still talking.
My hand finds their way to her back and cups it ever so gently. A reminder to her that I am there. I allow my other hand to follow her body brushing past her breast as I move around to her front, soaking it all in. My hands flow up her arms, which are placed on the top of her head, as she wipes the running water from dripping down her face. I take a moment, just to stare. To take it all in. To convince myself that this is in fact all real. Unable to wait any longer, I lean in. Our lips touch and it sends a shiver coursing throughout my whole body…
"Vause … Vause … Alex!" and with the third call Nicky leant over the cafeteria table and pushed my shoulder. It wasn't until we were sat down with our plastic trays with eggs, potatoes, a sausage and a slice of orange plopped on to them, that Nicky again pulls me back to reality. I snapped back into conciseness.
"Huh?" I mumble as I quickly try to work out where the hell I am.
"Vause, you alright? You seem to be not enjoying the marvellous company that is myself this fine morning" Nicky replies.
"No, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine" I answer back "I…I just" I pause momentarily deciding on whether I want to divulge my dream to the rest of the table "I just has a really weird dream last night"
"You, you wanna talk about it?" Nicky sits up and stares me straight in the eyes, almost willing me to share. I look around at the rest of the table and push my glasses to the top of my head. Do I want to tell Nicky about my dream? Sure, I do. But do I want to tell Morello, DeMarco and Yoga Jones? Not so much. I decide against it.
"No, no it's fine" I look at Nicky and raise my eyebrows, almost pointing them in the direction of the other three "Maybe another time" I add, hoping Nicky understood my cue. I pick up my fork and start to mess with my eggs. Putting some on my fork, twirling it around, then dropping it back into its section on the tray.
"No. Yeah. Sure. I get it, it's personal" Nicky responds, slightly nodding her head and lowering her brows as if to show me she got the signal "Can I at least have your eggs or are you creating some kind of art masterpiece with them? Like you're Banksy or something"
I put my fork down, look up at Nicky and let out a small chuckle "Sure. Here Nichols" I say, pushing my tray across the table in her direction.
"Thanks. You know, I don't why people complain so much about the food around here. I think it's great. I mean well, sure, so maybe it's not Olive Garden, but I'll tell you what it's much better than that shit down the hill…". As Nicky continues to ramble on about the eggs (I mean there not that great let's be honest, just don't tell Red!) I get up to leave the table and head back to my bunk. The last thing I want is my dream, replaced with one of Nicky getting off about the eggs.