Two weeks had passed since Mandy's visit and the skies were darkening earlier; the air gaining a sharp edge to it. Mickey's mood seemed to contrast the changing weather. It wasn't that he was cheerful or glowing with joy but he wasn't so downbeat, he frowned a little less. He knew the cause but that doesn't mean it made sense to him.

Kiera. It was Kiera and how they sat together in that same way, smoking the same brand cigarettes in that same comfortable silence. Those were the times Mickey began to look forward to. He looked forward to seeing that girl with the weird eyes and even weirder personality; he looked forward to sitting there not saying a thing, without being expected to; he looked forward to hearing the random statements she would make about weed or The Lord Of The Rings because they were her favourite things; he looked forward to her leaning across and cupping his cheek in that way she did for reasons only Kiera could know. Admittedly, the first time she had done it, Mickey freaked the hell out because for a moment he thought she was going to fucking kiss him or some shit, but he grew used to it. It didn't make sense to him. It didn't make sense that he was tolerating, accepting, sort of liking this random girl he barely knew whilst in his fucking anger management class. But what he found even stranger was that she tolerated him just the same; not grimacing at or moaning about the way he spat on the ground outside or the way he chewed his thumbs' nails. It didn't make sense to him, yet at the same he didn't question it.

Something was different, he could tell straight away. Kiera was sat completely still which wasn't right because the girl was always moving at least one part of her petite body; drumming her fingers on her svelte thigh or swaying her feet.

Mickey didn't know what he was supposed to do. Should he ask if she was okay? No. He wasn't sure if he cared and he didn't want to hear anymore sob stories. In the end he just sat there and smoked his cigarette. Though he was used to it, the silence was still odd to him. Mickey hated it for the same reasons Kiera loved it: it spoke the truth, screamed honesty.

He could feel her staring at him but she often did, so that's normal, he thought. But when he she didn't look away after a few more seconds he turned to look at her, frowning slightly. "What?"

"Would you like to converse with me?" she asked, breathing out smoke.

"Uh, whatever," Mickey replied, slightly confused.

"Why are you here?"

"I punched a cop in the face," he looked down at his lap, "you?" he asked, because he figured she'd want him to.

"I put a man in hospital. He was so afraid of me that he told the judge that it was self defence on my part so I only got 18 months, I'm only going to serve 10 of those," she explained.

Mickey's eyes were wide and a smirk grew in the corner of his mouth. He'd never of guessed that she was in juvie for a violent crime, figured it'd be something to do with drugs, but then again she was in an anger management class. That was also something Mickey didn't quite get. Kiera was so chilled out like she was perpetually high, he couldn't imagine her getting angry and he definitely couldn't imagine her beating the shit out of someone so badly that they wound up in hospital. He was impressed.

"Fuck. You're so small," he said, before realising how random that sounded, "I mean it's just impressive that you managed to do that, that's all," he mumbled.

Kiera dropped her cigarette butt then leaned across and stroked his cheek. "I hate it here," she whispered, closing her eyes, keeping her hand on his cheek. "I hate these people." She sat back then, leaving Mickey a little lost for words, more so than usual.

"Well they are a bunch of fuckin' assholes, so y'know..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

Kiera looked over to the group. "The guys get so excited about seeing those girls, I almost feel sorry for them for being surrounded by males for most of the week, especially as, from what I've seen, most of them look like their parents are also their siblings," she faced him again, "that must be awful for you."

Mickey choked on the smoke he had just inhaled. What the fuck did she mean by that? Did that mean... fuck did she know? He wanted to run out, he wanted to punch her, he wanted to punch himself.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he snapped, unable to look at her.

"That it must be awful that you're surrounded by ugly guys and then you come here and see girls that do nothing for you," she stated simply. It wasn't simple. Not to Mickey.

He cursed under his breath and leaned closer to her whilst looking around to make sure that nobody was close enough to hear them. "I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about, but you need to keep your damn mouth shut," he snapped in a hushed tone.

"You aren't obvious, Elton, if that's why you're panicking," she didn't react even slightly to Mickey's threatening glare.

Mickey scoffed. "No? Then how the fuck do you know?"

"It's my sixth sense. It came to me when I was twelve."

Mickey sat back, breathing hard, craving another cigarette and like a gallon of vodka. He fiddled with the sleeve of his jumpsuit. Fuck, he thought, fucking fuck!

"I'm sorry that I know you're gay," she whispered, "but you shouldn't be. I have nobody to tell and even if I did, I wouldn't betray you because you're a good person and you don't deserve to be betrayed."

He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. Laughed because this was so fucking ridiculous and because he didn't know what else to do. He laughed so he didn't hit her. He laughed because he didn't really want to hit her and that made him want to hit her even more. He laughed until she cupped his cheek and stopped him.

"Have you ever watched The Lord Of The Rings whilst baked?"

Mickey smirked. "The fuck?"

"It's the greatest thing I have ever done," her eyes were wide in the way they always got when she spoke about weed or that damn film.

Shaking his head, he looked at her.

"Oh. You really haven't lived, have you?" She leaned back again and looked out the window. "Though I suspect you're too busy getting your ass fucked and your cock sucked," she said casually, smirking to herself.

Mickey shoved her shoulder, but it wasn't because he wanted to hurt her, then rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb. "Fuck off and gimme a cigarette, I fucking need it."

Two cigarettes were being lit in her mouth before he had even finished talking.