𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌, 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12

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━━━━━━━━━━ Music was playing softly over the radio as Allison was doing your hair—putting barrettes and bows in it. Beside you, Klaus was twirling around in his chair with a flask and cigarette in hand, occasionally handing it to you. Across the room, Vanya was shooting bottles of beer with finger guns.

Allison let out a loud grunt, grabbing a bottle of champagne from her work counter, "The nerve of that man. I mean, one thing goes wrong, and he's on a warpath." She looked at you and herself in the mirror, "I mean, doesn't know who I am? No, no. No, Ray, you know exactly who I am. You just can't handle it. I'm protecting him."

You stared at her in the mirror, "From what?"

"The end of the world, for one."

"Is the world really gonna end in six days?" Vanya asked.

You brought your feet up to your brother's lap, resting them there as Allison began sectioning your hair, "Well, it did last time, and we did everything Five could think of to stop it."

Klaus knocked your feet off his lap and he stood up, "Hey, wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?"

You and Allison both stared at him in disgust, "Klaus."

"Wouldn't that be weird?"

"What?" Vanya said softly to herself.

"Eww," Allison said as she watched Klaus walk away.

"Oh! Oh, eww! Eww!" Klaus stopped, beginning to mock Allison, "Please, Miss 'Luther was my lover.'" You chuckled as he started to make kissing noises.

Allison tried to dismiss him, "We have never even kissed."

"Yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other all through puberty and breakfasts and all that."

Allison sighed, sitting next to you once she finished your hair. You stared in the mirror, smiling when you saw the bow tying your hair in a half up half down.

"Aren't we all brothers and sisters, or...?" Vanya asked.

You and Klaus snorted, looking at each other through the mirror while Allison responded, "Well... technically, it—"

You spun around in your chair, now facing Allison, "'Technically?' If you have to use the word 'technically,' you're already in trouble." Vanya and Klaus giggled at your response.

Allison raised her hands, trying to settle everyone down from their bursts of laughter, "Okay, can... can we focus? I mean, clearly, we're not saving the world tonight, but maybe, maybe, we could at least try to save my marriage."

Klaus poured champagne into his flask, overfilling it, "No! No, because that's like... that's like asking a nun how to hump someone's leg." You stared at him as he stumbled to the center of the salon, "I mean, who in this room knows shit about relationships? This one?" He pointed at Vanya, "In secret love with some farm Frau."

Vanya protested, "Her name's Sissy."

"Which is an improvement on her previous love interest, the serial killer."

"What?" She looked over at you and Allison for clarification. Allison mouthed a small 'later' to her.

"Meanwhile, I'm carrying a torch... for a soldier I haven't technically met yet, and Luther is in love with his sister."

Allison sighed, "Okay, again, we are not biological."

"And Y/N... poor N/N." Klaus now pointed at you, "She's now in love with an assassin, who tried to kill all of us... multiple times."

Your mouth gaped at him, "Woah! What? I am not  in love with him." 

Klaus chuckled at you, taking a big sip from his flask, "You better tell him that."

"Klaus— What?" You looked over at Allison for help but got handed a bottle of champagne instead.

You chugged some down as Klaus continued with his rant, "Face it, the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin. The only thing the Umbrella Academy knows about love..." He raised his flask into the air, "is how to screw it up."

"You're listening to KBOX, Dallas." The radio played as you cheered each other, taking a big sip of alcohol.

Vanya looked around the room, "How do you guys deal with this?"

"What?"

"I mean, all of it. The time travel, seeing the dead, the end of the world."

Klaus shuffled over to Vanya, sitting in the chair beside her, "Well, I get really high. Allison... Allison... lies to herself," he whispered the last part—flinching when Allison kicked a stool at him. "Y/N explodes and then goes into hiding," You scoffed at your brother. "And you suppress all your emotions deep, deep down until you... blow shit up."

"Yeah, I'd really like to not do that anymore."

"Well, you've got six days, missy."

Allison fixed her hair in the mirror, "What the hell are we supposed to do with six days?"

"Party?" Klaus scoffed, "I don't know."

"I'm down," You agreed.

Vanya adjusted in her seat, "I'm gonna tell Sissy that I love her. I don't want any secrets."

"Yeah." "Props to you." You and Klaus said together.

"Yeah." Allison threw her hair comb to the side and stood up, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Yes, 'cause, you know, if... if it's all gonna go tits-up, the least I could do is be honest with my husband."

"Oh..." your brother groaned, "does that mean I have to face my cult? I just hate group breakups. It's why I stopped dating twins."

"You are so out of pocket sometimes." You side-eyed Klaus.

"This family's amazing."

"Yeah, sure." Klaus cackled at Vanya as he walked over to Allison, "Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves." She stated.

"Come here, Vanya." Your brother spun to look at you, "You too Y/N."

A smile broke out on your face when you and Vanya walked over to your other siblings. You all embraced each other, saying 'I love you' to one another. All of a sudden, Allison jumped up when a song began playing on the radio, "Oh! You guys! I love this song!" She went to turn up the volume and danced her way back over to you.

You all began dancing around the hair salon without a care in the world—enjoying the ability to forget about the end of the world for one second.

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