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IMAGINE: Number 5 pretending that he hated you when you first met.
You were Diego's friend who he had brought along for the funeral. You both worked in the same place, him mopping and you sweeping. You were quite a few years younger than Diego, but he saw you as a little sister and you saw him as a big brother. "We're here!" Diego yelled walking into the pent house mansion. A girl with blondish curls and dark skin turned the corner. "Diego!" She gave him a hug while about three others came out of the room. One caught your eyes, a boy around your age with dark hair and a school boy outfit on. "Hi." You said shyly. He goes up to Diego, completely ignoring you. "You're late." Is all the boy says to Diego. He had a cup of what what looked like coffee in his hands. "Hi." You said a bit louder this time. He turned to look at you this time, "Hello." He then walks off. You left to go unpack, thinking only of the boy. You never even got his name. You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn't noticed a knock at the door. You only noticed when the person walked up behind you and covered your eyes. You slightly screamed as you try to kick the person, but miss. He just laughs and lets go. You turn around to see a man in just a skirt and nothing else. "He likes you." He says sitting down on your bed. "What? Who likes me?" You ask. "Five." "Who's five?" You ask. "The kid in the school boy outfit." "His name is Five?" "Yep." You cocked one eyebrow up. Diego had told you about his bringing up but not the numbers. Five then walked into your room to talk to Klaus. "Klaus," He stopped when he saw you. "Hi." He grumpily said. "Why do you hate me?" You asked. "I don't." Five asked shrugging. "Yes you do. If you didn't you wouldn't say hi like that." "That's just how I say hi." He says.
Should I make a part 2. I know this sucks I'm having bad writers block.
