𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄, ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃʳᵍʳᵉᵉᵛᵉˢ - ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ

i cant help but repeat myself | pt. 1

as i watched her, my cheeks went from dusty pink to rosy red. they went from feeling warm to feeling feverish. I never stopped and appreciated her like this. 

i never stopped to notice how beautiful she was. 

how very perfect she was-

i've got to pull myself together. 

theres no way she'd fall in love with an emotionally stunted man-child like me, right? right. 

i turned to face the ceiling. i lightly patted my face, trying to cool it down before she woke up. i sighed a breath of relief after i cooled down. i sat up and got off the bed. i looked around to try and find out where those two took us and tried to soothe my sore headache. i rubbed my temples as i started to sweat a bit. i shook myself and stopped thinking about it. i sat down in a chair infront of the bed, waiting for her to wake up.

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" five? "

i jolted awake to the sound of my name being called. it was charlene. i turned to face her and she gave me a wave. i waved back and gave a weak smile. act normal five, dont let your feelings get in the way of your friendship! i got up and sat beside her on the bed. "where are we, five?" she asked, looking around and noticing the different scenery. "were at diegos place, he found us passed out at the library." she nodded, and seemed a bit embarrassed. 

i put my hand on hers, trying to reassure her, "whats wrong?" i asked, sensing her tense mood. she looked up at me, her cheeks pink. "its nothing." she brushed it off, motioning her hands and giving a smile. i nodded, masking my doubt. 

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i walked up the stairs, and spotted klaus walking into his room after so long of not being present at all. i chuckled at him. "dog tags?" i ask him. "uh- they were a friends." he explains breathily. i nod, "a new tattoo too?" i pry. he turns to see his shoulder, where the new tattoo is. "never noticed it." 

i pocket my hands. "you did it, didnt you?" i pry more. he acts confused. i chuckle at him. "the jet lag? the feeling of a whole box of cotton being shoved down your throat?" hes dumbfounded. i rub my forehead. "you time traveled, dimwit. didn't you?" i answer. "i- i dont know." he says, with slight anxiousness in his voice. "how long?" i say. "a year or so." i run a hand through my hair. "where the hells the briefcase?" i say slightly agitated, as i slam my hand on the desk beside him. 

"i destroyed it." he says, looking down. 

my eyes widen, "you what?" anger bubbles up in my voice. "i destroyed it! okay? now just leave me alone." he says, more forcefully and yelling now. i scowl. "do you know this means?" i say, agitated. "im ten months older now?" he says, dumbfoundedly. "no!  this means cha-cha and hazel will do anything  get that briefcase back." 

i sigh, astonished and leave his room. as i walk out, charlene peaks from behind the corner. "what was that?" she asked. she probably heard everything. i shook my head, "its nothing." she nodded, and followed me on my way down the stairs.

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i sat in the front seat, holding the briefcase. i turn to luther. "do you think this'll work?" i say, words filled with doubt. he nods, trying to reassure me. i turn the the backseat, where charlenes sitting. she gives me a thumbs up. I flash a weak smile back at her. i face the front, and watch a blue car, driving towards us. as they park behind us, me, charlene and luther step out. "ill hold onto the briefcase, just in case they make a move." luther says. i nod, and motion for charlene to stay back.

the two of them stepped out, we start a conversation. "wheres the briefcase?" they say, obviously desperate. i chuckle and pocket my hands. "getting straight to the point, already?" i say, grinning. 

"you see, my brother over there, can chuck your, so very precious briefcase across the field, if you dont be careful with your words." I say, with an evil smirk. they scowl, growing agitated. "you can have the briefcase if," i pause and think for a moment. "if you can get the handler to have a conversation with me and charlene." i pocket my hands. "your choice."

i walk back to the car, where luther and charlene are waiting. 

we watch them contacting the handler, via telephone.