The Boy | Five Hargreeves

|chapter 2|

the boy begins explaining who he is and how we got here. and it isn't long before i realize he's a bit rude.
"the umbrella academy? never heard of it." i chime in. "well that doesn't matter now does it." he says sternly. "now that we're most likely going to die anyways." he adds on.

time jump: 1 year after arrival

i lie in the dirty cot on the ground, my stomach grumbling. i hear approaching footsteps before i see fives legs stop right in front of me. he then crouches down and gives me some of the food he had gotten for us. i give him a soft smile as i sit up. he then sits next to me on the makeshift bed as we both begin eating. he tells me about his adventure to try and find food at the near by remains of a walmart- his encounter with moldy bread and a roach that had landed on his arm. i giggle lightly at the thought of him flailing about, trying to get the bug of his arm. Ever since we had arrived, five would try to distract me from the broken world around us. he would tell me stories from the academy, play card games with me using a dirty deck of cards we had found in the rubble of a house. and those distractions worked most of the time. i could tell he felt guilty about getting me roped into his mess but i knew his stubborn ass would never admit that. for the first few months of us being here we fought. a lot. but as time passed, we began to rely on each other for comfort and companionship. we were the only ones left on earth so if we were enemies, the only emotion we would feel would be anger. not to mention the fact that if we didn't help each other, we would both be dead by now.

time skip: two years after arrival

five scribbled equations on the wall, while i tried to tidy up our "house" even with what little we had. our "house" was just a building that had the most left of it out of all the other piles of rubble in the town. i walk over to five and stand next to him. my eyes scan the wall, making no sense of the math before me. "this makes no sense." i state. "well it would if you were smarter" i playfully hit him an he turns to me laughing. i stay there for a few minutes, watching him scribble numbers on the wall with a small piece of chalk. i stand there admiring his features- his concentrated expression, his beautiful black hair, his deep green eyes. i have to admit, the boy was pretty. but there wasn't really time for any of that when you have to fight for your life everyday.

"Well aren't you two cute."

me and five whip our heads around, the unfamiliar voice startling us. we hadn't heard a voice from someone other than each other in nearly two years. a woman stood on the outskirts of our home. she was well dressed, with blonde hair. she looked straight out of the 1950's. "who the hell are you?" five puts his arm out in front of me in an attempt to protect me from this stranger, an act that makes me blush.

"Im here to make you an offer."

me and five look at each other, our curiosity growing. whats the worst that could happen. we're already stuck in the fucking apocalypse.

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i just wrote this whole chapter in a bathroom stall at my school.