ROSES AND FLAMES - Five Hargreeves

𝟭𝟳. time for shopping!

Five wanted to kiss her again, the first time wasn't enough after they both knew they wanted to be with one another when they were adults; and now they're back to being sixteen year olds, craving her touch. He felt his hands become weak as he touched her every time, the back of his knees sweating and rushing with adrenaline every-time he looked at her.

Her head laid on fives chest, both staring at the ceiling, feeling his hand on her hip, hearing his heartbeat. Josie wanted to take a picture of this moment, the world isn't ending anymore and the two found each other even closer after these five years of fighting the urge to not be with another.

"The house has never been this quiet," Josie noticed, hearing nothing but if they wanted to; they would hear a pin drop. She felt five chuckle, also noticing that. "Yeah that's odd."

Shifting her head and getting scared of the mannequin in the room, josie screamed a little as five sat up, rolling his eyes. "Okay she has to go!" Josie exclaimed, crossing her arms and seeing the mannequin almost become human to slap her in the face — that or Josie was still quite intoxicated.

Five grumbled something under his breath as he laid on his bed, turning to look at her. "She helped me get through the apocalypse." He rebutted, sitting up. "She's a mannequin with no feelings, five." Josie argued, looking at him with a deadpan face.

"I will not be arguing about this mannequin, we're giving her back to the store." Josie stood up, grabbing Dolores and beginning to leave with the room, practically threatening five.

"Okay! Wait!" Five yelled out, making josie come back into the room and grabbing the big duffel bag that he had. "Put her in here if we're walking to the store." He said with a sad tone, looking away from Dolores and having a sad look for the first time in a while.

"It's healthy to say goodbye to her. I know she meant a lot to her, but she has to go back." Josie told him, putting her hand on his shoulder and kneeling down. "Don't hate me after this." She whispered, kissing his cheek and telling him to get up.

"I don't hate you, but I guess since the world isn't ending I don't need her anymore— and I replaced her with you." Five truthfully said, trying to look innocent enough, staring at Josie.

"Come on, quit the pretty boy act and let's go." Josie told him, clapping her hands and helping him up, leaving through the window to make things easier. Josie went down first, fixing her skirt, hearing give grumble words as to why he didn't want to take Dolores back to the store.

"We can still take this car, is it Diego's?" Josie asked, pointing to a car that would looks like it's from the 70's. "No, let's walk, it's only ten minutes." Five shot down that idea, annoyed of driving — not to mention how bad it probably smells with the dried blood and Josie puking when she saw Allison's neck cut open.

Walking on the sidewalk with a big duffel bag and two kids in clothes that made them suspicious. "How did you discover Dolores in the apocalypse?" Josie asked Five; rubbing her arms up and down as her arms were cold.

Five almost went into a trance, remembering the first time he discovered Delores. "I don't even remember when, she was just laying on the ground with no hair and just a shirt beaten up. I thought she could maybe help me. I was so alone I began to believe she was real."

She furrowed her eyebrows at that last word, wondering if he was so drunk because Josie also thinks the mannequin had come to life. "What did you do in the apocalypse, surely there was barely any food for you?"

"There was food, some days I went without eating but I had water, least I had something. I can only imagine what I'd be like if I was 68 and in the apocalypse."