CAFFEINE || ғɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇs

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MUST PLAY: (FIVE AND ZEROS THEME SONG THROUGHOUT THE CHAPTER SINCE THEY LOVE TO TEASE EACH OTHER.

ROBBIE WILLIAMS: CANDY

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Five and I hastily fell into Vanya's apartment.

Well I did.

Not my fault Vanya's window was uh I don't know, high enough to have an AC hung.

Pouting in a whine as I fixed myself up.

"Thanks for the help Five love the caring side of you."

I thought falling head-first was the best idea at the time, since Five had already climbed through Vanya's top window without a problem I thought I could.

But I was wrong.

I'd forgotten on how short I was compared to Five, and to how I was rather petrified of heights at at once. Those DO NOT MIX!

Of course I had some difficulties breaking into someone's home like a robber. But you know. Yolo.

"Could you be any louder?" Five hushed me to shut up. Rolling my eyes before dusting myself off.

I couldn't help but to add on a grunt as a response I flicked my right hand up to flip Five off, before brushing myself down again In the process to have myself settled clean.

"I don't know in what way would you want that?"

My smart remark only sent Five to chuckle upon it amused by my response.

"You're something Zee."

I hummed a response ignoring the sly way he'd presented my name. Clenching my jaw Five seemed to make himself at home, he sat in direct aim of Vanya's front door, intently awaiting for her arrival.

"Would you like to have test that theory on being loud hm." Scoffing at his comment I raised my right hand up again flipping him off for the second time in less then a fucking minute, strolling off on my own I pushed to have moved into the kitchen and away from Five.

"Maybe later huh?"

The boy had a way to trigger my emotions, he knew every button and what would happen when he'd push them.

"I'll take that as a yes." Groaning aloud from the kitchen, I swung to enter the wash-room, sucking in a deep breath when the contact of my right hand slammed against Vanya's metal stove bars as I passed the oven attached with top stove.

My knuckles grazed against the metal topping as if interested in them.

(Editing: Is it weird that I've done that before! It Kills not going to lie.)

"For Fuck! SAKES"

The curse words left out as my hand swiftly slammed 'willingly' into the stove itself. Okay so I have the tendency to doing my arms around like an inflatable dancing toy, don't judge me.

So fast yet so eagerly did I retrieve my hand against my chest, covering it with the sleeve of my top.

"Yeah." Five sighed loud enough to himself from the other room, making me clench my jaw tightly utterly in pain and annoyed.

"You my dear will be screaming that too!"

With the sound of Fives tongue hitting the bridge of his mouth causing a pop only sent me into a surge of being MORE pissed and irritated.

Maybe I should've left that tracker in HIM!

Yeah....