You gotten into prison a few months ago for stealing cars.

You're sharing a cell with a pretty girl named Brooke Madden. Everyone called her Sweetcakes. Shes always sweet to people she likes but a total asshole to people she doesn't.

Well of course, everyone has a nickname.

Sweetcakes always wore light blue eyeshadow and red lipstick, red nail polish. She had poofy blonde hair. She looked like someone out of an 80s movie. Also, she had this raspy new jersey accent.

You're her closest "friend." I put that in air quotes because she acts more than a friend. She always calls you gorgeous, "Hey, gorgeous. Yes, gorgeous" it's gorgeous this and gorgeous that. Always sat with you at lunch.

She always gave you things from commissary, too. Like soap, toothpaste, hairbrushes, new socks, , got you a new radio when yours broke, shower shoes, nail polish, makeup, whatever. She liked you... like a lot. Everyone calls you two prison wives. Or, ghetto married. Sometimes both.

You were sitting at lunch when Sweetcakes sat beside you and handed you black nail polish. "Hey gorgeous." She said with a faint smile.