Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Yancy sat in his cell as he waited for the announcement to come out for their 14 minute conjugal visits. He sat in the same spot for three hours. After what seemed like forever, the announcement came over the PA: "Alright, everyone! It's time for your conjugal visits. The guard will come around and open your cells. You have 14 minutes." Yancy lept out off of his bed and ran out the door. He ran towards a small, soundproof glass, cubicle with small, red, plastic phones on th left of both sides of the glass, sat down in a small orange, plastic chair, snatched the phone of the cradle, and put the plastic phone up to his ear. You, already having the phone to your ear smiled and greeted him. "Hi, Yancy!" You greeted, happy to see him again. "It feels like forever since we last saw each other!" "Y-Youse' remembered?" Yancy stuttered, getting emotional from seeing you again. "Youse' came?" "Of course I did, ya' goof!" You said happily, your cheery voice filling his sences and sending a wave relief through him. "I missed you! Why wouldn't I come? Now, how is everyone, hm?" "Oh! Jimmy the Pickles da' same as always. No one has beat Shithole Hank at making his hooch wine still. He's pretty hard to beat. He had to get his toilet tank replaced last week though. He'll nevah' live it down. Bam-Bam's doin' fine I suppose. He got in trouble fer' breakin' somethin' so he went in solitary for a week er' so. He just got back out yesterday. Tiny's doing okay. You know him. Sparkles McGee might be making parole soon as well. I'm not sure how to feel though." Yancy said, updating you on everything as fast as he could. "Oh!" You said, happily. "That's good to hear! Feel bad for poor Bam-Bam though. Glad he's out now. Also, who's getting out on parole this time around - other than Sparkles McGee of course?" "Well," Yancy started, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "I... don't tell the others, but I might be gettin' out on parole this time!" "Really?!" You cheered! "That's amazing!" "There's just one problem... I don't have anywhere to go when I'm out..." Yancy said, looking to the floor. "You can stay over my house if you like!" You offered, happily. "Really?" Yancy asked, hesitantly. "Of course!" You replied, happily. "Wow, thanks! I... hey. Listen... I can't thank youse' enough for everything. I actually have a confession to make. I... I've loved youse' since we first met. Can... we be together? Please?" "Oh, Yancy," you said, tears brimming your eyes. "I thought you'd never ask!" You both closed your eyes and pressed your lips on the glass pane to kiss each other, and pulled back. "I love you, Yancy." You said, a smile plastered on your face. "I love youse' too, Y/N." Yancy said back to you, a smile plastered on his face as well. "Alright everyone! Your time is up! Please head back to your cells. Parole day is on December 23rd! Behave and you may be free for Christmas!" The warden said over the PA, making Yancy jump. Okay, I gotsta' go now, Y/N." Yancy said in a rush. See ya'on Parole day!" As quick as he stood up from the chair, he was gone. You stood up, hung the phone up on the cradle, and walked outside, greeted by the cold, bitter, winter, air. 'See you on Parole day, Yancy.' You thought to yourself as you walked away from the prison and into your car. 'I know you'll get out on Parole this time around, and when you do, we'll have the best Christmas ever. Just you and me.'
