𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠. ✶ 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌.

two ★

f/c - favorite color
f/b - favorite book
f/b/n - favorite band name
f/a/n - favorite album name

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the children were waiting upstairs for the sound of the bell for lunch.

number eight fidgeted with her hands in the corner, 'today's the day, i'm gonna do it. i hope this doesn't mess things up.' she thought.

number five walked away from the group and towards her, taking her hands into his.

"are you okay?" he asked, earning a small hum and nod from the girl.

he lifted her chin up with his finger, "what's wrong, honey?"

looking up at him and hearing that pet name summoned butterflies in her stomach, he only started calling her that because she went to grab honey from the top shelf of a cupboard, not knowing it was open and spilling it on herself.

she blushed as she nervously began to speak.

"um....i have something to tell you." she bit her lip as he nodded for her to continue, slowly caressing her cheek with one hand and rubbing her knuckles with his other.

she sighed, "i have a- um...i-i....i have feelings for you. the ones we'd read about in the books, those ones of um....l-lo-" she drifted off as he began to remove his hands from her body, putting his hands in his pockets after fully letting go.

"love?" he finished for her, her heartbeat increased as the knot in her stomach got tighter, the leftover warmth of his hands quickly faded, the lack of it allowed the cold dead air of their home to hit her skin.

"y-yeah...love.." he looked down at her figure as she felt tears well in her eyes, "i-i'm sorry...this was so stupid of me to say and its probably not even true i-" she sighed and wiped her tears, "just forget this happened, i'm sorry."

she walked away from him and towards the others.

he watched as she met number two's side, the other boy immediately beamed at her presence, hugging her and playing with her hair softly.

the boy continued to watch as his brother wiped the tears from her eyes and began cracking jokes, making her smile.

he felt a pang of jealousy, 'she likes me, not him. i need to tell her that i feel the same. why am i still standing here? i feel like i can't move.'

his thoughts were interrupted as the woman downstairs rang the bell, signaling for the children in the house to come downstairs.

'forget i shall.' he thought as the group made their way downstairs.

they all walked to their spots at the table.

number eight across an empty chair, one across from three, two across from four, five across from six, and seven at the edge.

their father soon joined them, standing at the other edge of the table. he made eye contact with seven before saying, "sit."

as on cue, all of the children took their seats and began to eat their meal.

numbers one and three started to look at each other, hiding their smiles.