Prosthetics¹||Five Hargreeves

Four

Matthew nor Five were in the right mindset the night before, each of them broke their rule they had. It's not like they were sober, so of course things happened.

When Five began to open his eyes he groaned in pain from the headache he now woke up with, at first he didn't realize that Matthew was asleep in his arms.

But when he finally did realize Five got up without hesitation and looked around the room for his button up and blazer, it wasn't long until Matthew woke up, rubbing his hand across his face and looking in Five's direction.

"You.. are you ok?" Matthew asked quietly while he sat up, he could hear Five mumbling, unfortunately he wasn't able to make out what Five was saying. "Five?"

"What the hell did you make me do last night?" Five asked, starting to sound angry. At first Matthew was confused, then realized immediately what he was talking about, "I didn't make you do anything, this-" Matthew started, waving his hands around the couch.

"-was all you, you were the one who kissed me and took it from there, Five. So don't you fucking dare try and say that I made you do this," Matthew finished, now standing up.

Five scoffed while he mumbled to himself, "I cant fucking believe this.." he said shaking his head. He finished buttoning up his shirt and noticed his tie was missing.

At least until Matthew threw it at him, "Looking for your tie? In case I need to refresh your memory you used it to-"

"Shut up," Five demanded, putting his tie on and grabbing his blazer off of the floor and putting it on after he was finished with his tie.

"I don't understand why you're the one who's pissed Five" Matthew laughed, "It was your brilliant idea to go and get alcohol because you didn't like what I had," he picked up his shirt off of the floor and put it on.

"I'm sorry.. but this can't work, it was a mistake" Five said quietly, biting his lip in the end for saying something stupid like that.

Matthew was glad that Five was on the other side of the room because he could feel tears start form in his eyes. "Then leave," he mumbled out, hoping that it wasn't obvious to Five that he was upset.

Five stayed quiet and left not long after, leaving Matthew alone in his apartment. After about a minute or two Matthew began to sob quietly.

He sat on the couch and grabbed the pillow on the floor next to him and hugged it tightly while he continued to cry, eventually he cried into the pillow to muffle his sobs.

While Five drove he pulled over to the side of the road and sat there in silence, the only thing he heard were the cars passing by him.

His hands were still clenched around the steering wheel, his breathing became more quicker the longer he sat in the silent car. He rested his head on the steering wheel cussing himself out under his breath.

But then.. something just snapped inside of him, something made him angry but he didn't know what it was. He picked his head up and stared at the steering wheel once more before taking his anger out on it.

Five didn't care if people saw him throwing a practically tantrum in his car, it was better than hurting someone because he was mad.

He yelled at himself for being stupid.

After Five couldn't handle the pain from hitting the steering wheel he stopped and leaned his head back on the seat and began to cry, Five always hated crying, he thought that it made him look weak.

The last time he cried was the day he got stuck in the apocalypse and yelled out for his family, only to find his home and everything around it destroyed, ash everywhere.

He remembered how on his third day he found the bodies of his siblings, dead. Five was heartbroken, and even though he saw everyone who he ever knew dead, he promised himself not to cry.

Five wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and started the car, when it was clear he pulled into the road and drove back to his apartment.

Matthew sat on the floor in front of his closet in his bedroom going through a box of photos he had, they were mostly pictures of him and his parents before everything took a turn.

One was a picture of him and his mom, it was obvious that his dad took it, in the picture they both had ice cream cones, Matthew had ice cream all over his face.

He was about three or four in it, he looked at the next photo and he felt like his heart had stopped at the photo he was looking at, it was him and Alex when they used to sneak out and go to the arcade.

Everytime they would go they would always go to the photo booth first, but this one was the last photo they took together. Matthew was always so happy with Alex, he knew he wouldn't be able to be that happy ever again.

It back before he had scars scattered across his arms and began to drink, Matthew used to say he'd never drink. I guess some sayings never last, do they?

Matthew put aside the photo strip and continued looking at the rest of the photos so he could get the image of Five being pissed off and leaving out of his head.

That's the thing about Matthew though, if somebody gives him the slightest bit of affection than he becomes attached.

And that's what it felt like Five did, he gave him the tiniest bit of affection and Matthew instantly fell, but of all guys, he had to fall for the most complicated one in the entire world.

He groaned out in frustration and pushed the box away from him, he crossed his arms in front of him and stared at the box of pictures. Burning holes into it if he had heat-ray vision.

And by now, the box along with the pictures around would be on fire if he did have some kind of super power.

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For the past hour, Five had been laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, are you fucking stupid? He asked himself, how else was I supposed to put it?

The thoughts of last night kept getting to him, they replayed over and over again. And he really didn't know if that was a sign or not, but they were drunk, it was just drunken actions, drunken words.

Nothing to it, he disagreed with the saying "Drunken words are sober thoughts"