PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊TWENTY THREE :

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"Five?" I softly said from the closed door, just behind it sat Five, who I could not see. I bit my lip slightly.

"Not now, Y/N."

"Five, what happened?"

"Just go away. " I scoffed loudly,

"What. Are you hurt?" I asked a bit agitated, turning the door knob,

". . . No." he stalled, my face quickly turned sour once I stepped in his room, seeing a needle threaded through an open cut, I looked away as I grimaced.

"You told me you're not hurt."

He ignored my presence, continuing to sew his cut, groaning as he did so, I shook my head, walking over to his dresser, pulling a drawer to find a package of band-aids, meant for children, 'Billy the Choo-Choo.' A smile traced my face, me walking over to Five, his sewing now being over. I pulled out a band-aid and placed it on his injury, kissing it afterwards.

He then finally looked at me, blankly. He wasn't even scolding, it seems like he was stuck in his own head, thinking most possibly, "Where were you, Y/N?"

"Library. Park." I stated bluntly. I was still a little pissy about the attitude he just had with me seconds prior. I then hastily looked down at my shoes in embarrassment, Five has been so indifferent since we came back and I couldn't help but feel guilty. Perhaps it was my fault he acted this way?

"Library? The one you use to volunteer at as a kid?" I simply nodded my head,

"I met an old friend there, we went to the park and caught up with one another . . . Just a bit." I said sheepishly, I knew how serious Five was about this whole apocalypse and I felt guilt for walking off on him.

I'm so incredibly dumb.

Five scoffed, turning around to put his button down on again. I felt embarrassment rise to my features, I shook it off.

You were better off staying with him Y/N, you always have to take it too far, don't you? Shut up.

I helped him with his tie, he got his pull over and blazer as well, he looked at me in a strange manner. As if I was somewhat a stranger to him. Obviously this took me off guard, making a myriad of thoughts start to explode in my head.

"Come on, Y/N." he said, zipping a big backbag close as he went over to the window, opening it up. I eyed him suspiciously, watching as he swung his leg out the windowsill. It was odd considering I thought he'd scold me for my recent behavior.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I inched closer, my hands holding one another as I didn't quite know what to do with them.

"Y'know I liked it when you didn't ask or say anything." Five snapped, making me frown. Why was he so pissed off at me all of a sudden? I swear to God I didn't do anything wrong? Whatever this was about, it was most likely my fault.

His face held his signature frown as he fully went out of the window, I followed quietly after him.

I really didn't expect Five of all people to say that. Maybe I am better off to just shut up . . .

Soft rustling noises filled my ears, various objects could be heard rubbing up and clanging on one another, I tried to look down so I could see whatever was making those noises. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything past Five's huge head.

"Damn it, where's Dad's stuff?" I recognized the voice to be Klaus, I smiled at the thought of someone as kind as him being near me. Ever since we arrived Klaus has been nothing but nice to me.

"Shut up! I'm trying to find whatever . . . priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!"

Well that gives a lot of context. I wholeheartedly sighed, jumping off the railing right after Five did, I looked at hands in embarrassment from earlier. Did he still like me, after all these years? There's no way he still loves me the same way he did all those years ago, at least it didn't feel like he still did.

Why would he like me anyway, I'm as boring and stuck up as it comes. I am plainly just ordinary.

"I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me . . . I don't care." Five spoke, staring at Klaus, his jaw was clenched as he stared disapprovingly up at him.

I now looked at what Klaus was actually doing, he stood in a disposal bin, garbage bin? Huge dumpster. Either way, it was disgusting. I immediately walked a few steps back as Klaus started leaning over the edge to look at us with a startlingly wide grin.

My face showed nothing more but disgust as his current state,

"Hey! You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?" Klaus said as he chuckled. Cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth, moving up and down whenever he spoke.

"This one involved the least amount of talking. Or so I thought." Five said, giving me a side glance as if he had just indirectly said that about me. I sighed in frustration as he walked a bit closer to his brother.

"Hey, hey, hey, so . . . You need anymore company today?" he asked with a wide grin, holding a silver alcohol flask on his one hand that draped out of the dumpster, he quickly glanced between me and Five. I smiled faintly to be friendly, Five kept his ongoing frown.

"I could, uh . . . clear my schedule." Klaus finished, taking a sip from the flask. Five looked at Klaus up and down, "Looks like you've got your hands full." he concluded, smiling sarcastically,

"Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever." he shrugged, falling over into the dumpster as he moved from his previous position, "I'm just--" he spoke from below in the dumpster, various things could be heard clattering and clanging inside as he moved around.

My expression remained stiff, taking in what was happening before me,

"I just misplaced something. That's all." he said, still scavenging the dumpster until he popped up to be visible once again,

"Oh! Found it! Thank God!" he sighed, his face looking as unconvincing as he said that, he then frowned, moving the stale half eaten donut closer to his face as he slowly took a bite, nodding his head,

"Delicious." he remarked, forcefully gulping down, my face now was inevitably sour,

"That's fucking disgusting, Klaus." I said bitterly, Five grimaced himself as he watched the scene before him,

"I'm done funding your drug habit." he said toneless, turning around swiftly as I still remained, staring at Klaus for a few seconds more,

"Come on! You don't--" I then turned away, not wanting hear Klaus's pleas, I followed Five, walking carefully around the garbage bags that laid around, I could only assume that Klaus threw them here.

"Maybe I just want to hang out with my brother . . . Not you . . . " he said, still chewing the donut as he turned his head towards the wall, as if someone was there,

"¡ Mi hermano! Mi cuñada! I love you! Even if you can't love yourselves!" Klaus yelled from behind, Five and I ignored him, inching closer and closer towards a big black van.

Five walked away from the driver seat, opening the door from the passenger's side for me, "Thank you, Five." I said hesitantly, getting into the van as I smiled at him, he smiled back as he closed the door.