Academy

Who Are You?

—————The Next Morning—————

Five wakes up first to find Bree fast asleep with her head on his chest and her arms around his waist. They must've fallen asleep side-by-side last night.
If Five wasn't so tired, he'd probably be blushing profusely.
Him and his siblings didn't grow up with much attention, or physical affection, so this is still kinda new to him.

Five lies back down on the mattress, and starts thinking of what went wrong with his powers. As much as he hated his father, he was right. Time travel is a bitch. Five looks down to find Bree fast asleep. He uses this chance to brush some of her hair out of her face. That action of his causes her to scrunch her nose.
"Cute...." Five softly mutters to himself. 'Wha- No, not cute, right? I mean she's just naturally adorable. Isn't it normal to think that?' Five thinks to himself.

(Five's POV)
I slowly get up, making sure to leave Bree comfortable. I head to the cart of food to see what we have. I spot some noodles with the brand name Ramen.
I heard this stuff is good. I grab a pot and take 2 bottles of water. I make my way to the campfire, to light it up. Once I light it up, I pour 2 bottles of water into the pot to boil.
I realize I don't want to hold a pot over a fire for 15 minutes, so I blow out the fire, and make my way over to the exit. I can probably find something to hold it up with. Just as I was about to leave, I take one good look at Bree. It then occurs to me, that Bree may wake up again in fear of being alone.

I walk over to the cashier till, to look for a pen and paper. 'I mean, they always have some here, right?' I find what I'm looking for, and I start to scribble out a message for Bree.
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I'll be at Safeway trying to find something to hold a pot over the fire. Be back in 10.
—Five
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There. That should be good. I walk over and place the note in Bree's pant pocket. Off I go.
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(Bree's POV)

I move around in my bed, (mattress) moving my hands around, searching for any sign of Five. My eyes flutter open, once I realize he is no longer by my side. There's no warm spot either. 'Oh, please be alright.' I sit up in 'bed' and take a quick look at my surroundings. No Five. I get off the mattress, hearing a scrunching noise coming from my pants.
I pat my pants down to discover something stuffed in my pocket. It appears to be a piece of paper. It's neatly folded. I unfold it to find a neatly written note.
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I'll be at Safeway trying to find something to hold a pot over the fire. Be back in 10.
—Five
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I smile to myself, as I read the note over again. "He remembered..." I start to profusely blush, as the thought of him made me blush.
'Damn you, Five. Look what you've done to me.'
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———When Five Returned———
Five walks through the broken door, and gets hit with an aggressive hug. Bree ran into/to him. Bree has her arm's entangled around the boys neck.
"Thanks for remembering." Bree smiles. Five smiles. "What would you do without me?"
"To be honest, I'd probably be walking to school at this poin-" Bree doesn't finish her sentence, for Five pokes at her waist, causing her to flinch.
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Bree is scooping the noodles into separate bowls, as Five is talking. "You know, I've never had Ramen before."
"Seriously?" Bree asks in shock. "Oh yes. Your very British-like lifestyle." Bree snickers. She places a bowl in front of Five. "For you, good Sir." Bree teases.
"Why, thank you, Miss." Five plays along.
Bree watches as Five takes his first bite. His face scrunches, before he swallows the noodles. He grabs a water bottle and almost chugs it.
Bree just sits there laughing. "Why is it so salty?!" Five questions, his face still making a bitter look. Bree laughs.

"Read the package." I suggest. I wait as Five reads the package. "Holy shi-" Five exclaims. "Thats nasty."
I chuckle. "Do you want me to make you something else?"
"I wouldn't want to waste it, but it taste-"
"Awful?" I assume. " Five, its the end of the world. There's no one to waste food on, but us." I snort.
I spot Five make a small smile. "Have you ever had a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich?" He asks me.
"No I have not. Do tell." I smirk.
"Its a quick snack I mak- made, when I was lazy." He admits.
"Well, lucky for you. I got all the ingredients needed for it." I smile.
He smiles back. "Ooh, why don't we use Nutella instead of peanut butter, and warm it up under the fire!" I excitedly suggest.
"Like a s'more?" He assumes.
"Yeah, why not?" I reply.
"Sounds good to me."