𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒

⑭ GOTTA GET UP: ⑭

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FIVE IS SEARCHING AROUND THE kitchen for coffee as I sit at the opposite side of the breakfast table. Klaus has his legs propped up on it as he sits at the head of the table. I want to talk to him but now doesn't seem like the right time since Five is here.

Alisson comes in. I lean my head back to look at her, feeling too lazy to turn around. "Hey, Alice," I greet her.

"Hey, Z. Where's Vanya?" She asks, setting down her coat as she stands beside me on my left.

"Not sure. Haven't seen her since the funeral," I reply, tilting my head as I watch Five riffle through the shelves.

"Oh, she's gone," Klaus tells our sister.

"That's unfortunate," Five says, turning around with an empty coffee picture.

"Yeah," Allison agrees, not realizing the change in topic.

"An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee," Five sighs, banging the picture on the table, causing me to flinch.

"Dad hated caffeine," Allison argues.

"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us," Klaus justifies, laughing humorlessly while sharing a look with me.

"Accurate," I mutter under my breath, playing with my rings.

"I'm taking the car," Five huffs, walking around the table to my side.

"Where are you going?" Klaus asks, sitting up, unwrapping his arms from my old black electric guitar I hadn't noticed before. Where the hell did he find my guitar?

"To get a decent cup of coffee," Five replies as if it's obvious.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison asks, her arms crossed in front of her.

"Of course we do," I say, rolling my eyes, and standing up to join him.

"I know how to do everything," Five adds before taking my hand and blinking us away.

We now sit in the academy's car, me in the passenger seat. He lets go of my hand and turns on the engine, pulling out of the alleyway. We stay silent the whole ride. I am very cautious of my left side, not wanting to accidentally graze his elbow with mine or anything due to our close proximity. My hands feel clammy. Why do my hands feel clammy?

Shit. My stupid pubescent body isn't used to being near a boy. Specifically this boy. Man. Whatever. This is frustrating. I feel warm. Is it hot in here? Should I roll the window down? No, he'll think that's weird.

I take a deep breath through my nose, trying to get my thoughts together. Jeez, Zero, you've been around this guy for nearly your entire life. Keep it together, I internally scold myself.

It takes a few minutes before we pull into the parking lot of Grindy's doughnuts, the tires making a screech as Five aggressively puts his foot down on the brakes before getting out quickly.

Damn, I guess he really wants that cup of coffee.

As I stepped out, I realise this was a place we used to go to with our siblings when we were kids.

I follow him, a bell ringing overhead as we make our way through the door, a random guy politely holds the door open for us as he leaves. I thank him quietly before following Five inside. We take a seat at the counter, me at his right. Five rings the bell in front of us twice, impatiently. "Five, you alright? You seem tense," I note softly, eyeing him.