PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊TWENTY NINE :

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TODAY, TODAY.

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2002

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"Thanks . . . Michelle." I softly thanked the light headed girl in front of me. Michelle.

Currently she was fixing up my leg since I had tripped my way over to the library.

Michelle was quiet and different. She wasn't like her mother at all - Ms Auphrey. Hell, she was a complete wallflower! No one particularly knew about her existence, I even found myself forgetting about her now and then . . .

Michelle was only four years older than I was, she always helped or came by the library on Wednesdays. It was the only time she could see her mother which was honestly

quite sad.

Sometimes I felt terrible for how motherly her own mother was towards me, I honestly thought this was some form of coping for Ms Auphrey. Perhaps.

Michelle was tall, slender and abnormally pale. Her eyes were pitch black as her hair was a platinum blonde color, the clothing she wore was quite peculiar for she always wore the same thing.

Why should I judge, actually? For I was wearing on this particular day an dress like I always do with my occurring mary janes I so dearly loved.

"No problem, Y/N." she smiled hesitantly. Her smiles were always hesitant and small.

She helped me up from the chair and we now stood near the entrance of the library, awkwardly. I smiled dumbly so it would seem I wasn't phased by this current aura at all.

A boy stepped in.

A subtle gasp filled my ears, causing me to look beside me. I smirked as I folded my arms, Michelle's black eyes were huge and lighter then before.

"Hey, Y/N. Erm . . . " the boy trailed off as he now stood before us, I tapped my foot and looked between the two people near me. Seeing Victor stare at the girl in confusion as he didn't know who she was,

"Michelle. That's Michelle, Victor." I stated happily, seeing Michelle's eyes practically glued to him as her pale face was now flushed in a deep red color.

"Michelle. Is she a friend of yours?"

"Yes, actually. She's not from here, Ms Auphrey is her Mother and Michelle only comes by on Wednesdays. "

"All week every week, actually!" Michelle chimed in, my brows retorted in confusion as I stared at her now. That's a lie.

"Oh, Well, Alright. Y/N, can you direct me towards the fiction section again?"

"Sure, It's right--"

"Right down, take a left and then walk straight forward and then take another left by the first black book shelf and you'll be right in front of it." Michelle interrupted me, pointing to where he should go as she spoke. I frowned,Victor only nodded and walked away, following Michelle's instructions.

I glared at her. The lie was nothing but to interrupt me? Who the fuck did she think she was, Marilyn Monroe?

"Michelle. We both know you don't come here all week." I said softly, she just looked at me with a blunt expression,

"I can if I want to, I'd like to see that boy more often." she stated. I raised my brow,

"What do you mean, "If I want to?" " I asked as stepped closer, taking in the neutral expression she held.

"I can choose whenever I'd like to see my Ma."

"Then why only once a week?" I questioned in a upsetting tone, my face was now in slight concern as hers never changed.

"I don't like Auphrey. I don't feel like her fucking daughter. Hell! She treats you like her own."

"Oh . . . Wow."

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2019

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"They turned us into perfect instruments for rehabilitation of the time continuum. Or "corrections" as they called them. We weren't the only ones. There were others just like us.

Beings out of time, fractured, extracted from the lives they knew.

I don't know how they got there.

But I do know that none of them were as good as me." Five elaborated on his view of the commission. It was true. No one was quite as great as he was, I myself was insanely mediocre compared to him.

His words had triggered something in me. That faithful day at Dallas.

The day we jumped. We were just there, right behind a picket white fence as Five held his rifle aimed towards John Fitzgerald Kennedy's head.

A wicket day for America, I'd say.

I could remember how I stood there out of place in my dress and heels as I was yet again only there to be quiet and stay pretty.

I could remember the man on the radio's voice echoing though my mind as his muffled voice spoke excitingly.

"They didn't realize it, but we were biding our time, trying to figure out the right equation so we could get back.

If we could just get back. I knew I could stop the apocalypse. Save the world."

I remember seeing Five go over and over his final equations written on Vanya's biography, mumbling all sorts of symbols and numbers to himself.

Math.

I couldn't understand it even if I tried.

"So we broke our contract."

The moment he pulled me close and held me as his hands formed a blue mist and a loud whooping sound. The man on the radio's voice grew instinct as electricity cracked and sparked.

That was the day.

I laughed faintly as I held the memory of a foreign fire extinguisher being thrown from within the portal, landing beside us. The way we glanced at one another in pure confusion.

Five yelped as he walked closer, he pulled me along as we both yelled.

I think by the time we were fully in 2019 at that moment, the president was shot.

Poor Jackie.