Trigger warnings: Smut, Description of Panic Attacks, Fights description, Death.
Thirteen years after quitting The Umbrella Academy, y/n finds herself at the home she spent her teenage years for her father's funeral, where she has to reunite with...
A/n: Long damn chapter. Most of it is copy paste from the actual script, so you can skip certain parts if you remember them. Sorry.
March 23rd 2019
" Y/n I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me some time?"
" John I'm sorry but I've told you before I'm not interested in getting in a relationship."
" I know you're an one-night-stand type of gal-"
" Type of gal?" I look at my co-worker with a raised brow trying to process the shit that he just said.
" ... But I believe I could change your mind."
" No offense John but I've had people try much harder than you are who couldn't change me. I'm not a girl that's meant for a relationship. The past 13 years are the proof. Why don't you look for someone your age? Who's more like you. I mean you're 24, live your twenties, have fun. Stop chasing me around I'm not interested in what you want."
" There's no way of changing your mind huh..."
" I'm afraid not. But I'm flattered. " I'm not flattered.
I've been working in this bank for the past 9 years and I'm the manager. I'm walking around the bank making sure everything's okay before I lock and leave when the TV starts playing breaking news.
" 20 bucks if Beyonce dropped a surprise album." James sits next to me and looks up.
" Deal." James has been my best friend since the wedding. He's gay so when I told him the story he agreed to help me get on Diego's nerves right away. He had his own Diego and understood me.
" Moments ago, police reported the death of the world's most eccentric and reclusive billionaire."
" Shit, dad..."
" Oh my god. Are you okay?" Me and James were now left alone in the bank.
" Yeah, finally that prick died. "
" That's a reaction... Want me to come with you for the funeral?"
" No, stay here make sure everything's okay with the bank. I need to go home and pack."
March 24th 2019
I park my car outside the academy and hold my suitcase and take a deep breath before walking in to find no one. I walk up the stairs to my room and all I can see is all the fun times I had in this room. Mom, Allison, Klaus, Diego... Stop it. No. I'm not doing this to myself. I put the suitcase down and close the door. It's like 9:30 so no wonder no one's here yet. It's funny. I used to be the one that was always late. I open my closet. I feel like starting drama. I don't think that my work clothes are going to piss anyone off. What kind of slutty clothes can I fit in from back in the day...
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