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✧ four.

four | The Six

The door hinges to the large house cried as Five pushed it open. Your bones ached, filled with apprehension. Each muscle in your body felt tense, heated... hot as asphalt against your bare feet on a scorching summer day. Sweat crept from your pores.

"Stop standing around," Five said, beckoning for you too come inside the house.

Asshole.

You stepped inside, your worn shoes hitting the luxurious polished wooden floor. You could almost hear the sound of your breath echoing through each cavern in the house, bouncing off wall after wall, sending signal after signal through the once quiet atmosphere.

Five closed the door behind you, walking into the house. You followed him hesitantly to a living room... well, a more expensive version of a living room. Old antiques littered the shelves, coffee tables and what you assumed to be priceless paintings hung on the walls. Walking through the house felt like being in an old English mansion, you felt wealthy just standing surround by all of these precious items.

On the vintage couch closest to you, a young man sat with a small glass in his hand; you could smell him from where you were standing.

You could smell a mix of cannabis, cigarettes, and somehow you could actually smell the alcohol from this distance. You could tell he was a hardcore druggie.

In fear, you took a step back, increasing the distance between you and the man.

"Jesus Christ..." Five muttered, "Klaus, what the hell are you doing?"

The man, apparently named Klaus, looked at Five with a grin on his face. "I could ask you the same thing, dear brother," he joked, slightly tilting his drink towards you, "and who's your lovely lady friend?"

You stayed quiet for a moment, still rather uneasy in the presence of Klaus. "Uh..."

"I'll explain when I get everybody down here, Klaus, where is everyone?" Five asked.

Klaus dramatically sighed, "their rooms. Well, Vanya is gone and Luther is sitting under dad's"--he used air quotes--"favorite tree."

Five nodded, "alright, I'm going to go get them you guys just sit here. And Klaus," Five gave him a passive agressive grin, "I think you've had enough drinks, I can smell you from here."

Klaus gave him a cartoony frown, but Five payed no attention to it. He just got walked up the stairs, you assumed to go find the rest of his siblings.

"I can't believe Five is actually making friends," he said, clapping his fingers together once with a grin on his face.

This dude is baked.

"Uh, yeah," you replied, "I don't know if you'd call it that, really. He said I can help him with something."

Klaus sighed, "classic Five."

You two had an awkward forced conversation, before a few more people began to show up. First, was a very beautiful girl with curly hair done in a black to blond ombre. She reminded you of someone from somewhere, but the thought was too faint to pin.

She gave you a sweet smile, the warm lamplight on the small table beside the couch illuminating her features. She took a seat next to Klaus.