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XVI. going back

3 a.m.

a loud ringing was heard through the house.

it was the crime alarm.

i sat up quickly,

getting up and putting on my uniform,

putting my hair up,

and my mask on.

i walked out into the hall,

the others had just walked out as well.

including vanya.

we went on the mission,

vanya was a huge help to us.

after we stood outside.

a swarm of paparazzi surrounded us.

they interviewed,

excited about the new member.

vanya smiled.

we all then went back home,

going back to bed.

i couldn't sleep

5 a.m.

i laid in bed,

sighing.

then five spacial jumped to me. 

"can't sleep?"

"yep."

"let's go then."

he grabbed my hand,

running up to the roof.

we both sat in the fort.

saying nothing

staring up at the sky.

"i would come up here."

five looked at me,

i continued,

"after you left."

"i would come up here to cry."

he sighed,

"our fort was still here in the future... even though vanya burned it down."

a faint smile was on his face.

"i never stopped thinking about you, eight."

we both were smiling,

uncontrollably.

it got silent.

i turned around,

turning on the bomb box that i found.

Elvis Presley began to play.

i stood up,

bowing slightly,

sticking my hand out.

"may i have this dance mr. hargreaves?"

"yes you may."

he stood up,

grabbing my hand,

immediately pulling me close.

i began to sway a little,

one of his arms was on my hip,

the other holding my hand.

my arm was rested on his shoulder 

the other holding his hand.

we slow danced for what seemed like forever.