It's Always You.

First Days (AU, Pt. 1)

Author's Note: Hello!! Welcome to the first story <3. I wrote this when I was like 13 so I decided to come back and try to rewrite what the old me was trying to say. I hope you enjoy it!

(P.S. Five's mental age is 18 in this story.)

Third Person:

Five has never been a fan of children. Even when he was a child, he couldn't stand being around other children, constantly complaining and instead spending most of the time in his room. Which of course, wasn't much of a problem at first.

Until he accidentally time-traveled to the future, leaving him to do everything on his own.

Even after Five returned from the future, he still had the same mentality. He would spend copious amounts of time usually in his room, or at Griddys; all while chugging down a large black coffee, trying to do copious amounts of research all at once.

And he was so used to this, it became a routine. He'd wake up on his own, make his breakfast, take care of his necessities, etc. He liked being independent, not needing anybody; it was something so normal to him, practically second nature.

However, his family didn't think that this was necessarily the best option. No 16-year-old should be having to act like they live alone especially if they have an entire family in front of them, willing to cherish the time they have together.

Though this was incredibly odd to Five. He was used to doing these things alone. He doesn't need anybody's help. Yet his family seems to disagree.

So that's why they decided to send him to a public school.

Five's P.O.V:

"Diego. You know how fucking nasty kids are. They're sticky. Why would you willingly send me to a place with the older versions of them?" I try to tell him as he pulls into the school parking lot.

He sighs, putting the car in park and turning to me. "Five, we all agreed on this, not just me. We decided it was time for you to get back into the real world, dude. Not just spending all of your time alone in your room, practically rotting from all the coffee you drink. This was a group decision. And it's final." He says.

"I have a life, Diego! It's staying away from places like this!" I hissed at him as he sighed once more.

"Five you look sixteen. At your age, you're supposed to be in school, spending your time having fun, like a regular teenager." He explained, unlocking the doors to the car.

"Yeah, I get that, but I'm not a 'regular teenager', and neither were you at my age," I reply.

"And I'm not denying that either. But you have to realize, I did do those things. I snuck out, I partied, hell— once I stumbled into the house drunk and lied my ass off about it to the old man. I was surprised he didn't kill me right then and there. But the point is, even though we're not normal, we still have the chance to do normal things," Diego pauses, "Don't miss out on your golden years just because you can. Live this part of your life while you still have the chance. Because you might regret it if you don't."

I don't move as he grabs the bag that Grace packed for me for the school year. He sets it in my lap.

"Go act like a normal teenager. You can't just spend all of your time hiding from the world." Diego says.

I pause.

Am I going to listen to Knife for Brains over here?

I take a hard breath, open the door, and sling the bag over my shoulders.

Apparently, I am.

I hear the window roll down, not bothering to turn around as I hear Diego call out, "Have fun!"

I flip him off, walking into the school.

And I regret it the second I walk in.

Is it too late to run back to the car?

📓

-Sage.