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XVII. math you dumbass

"oh shit."

five was pacing back and forth in the living room.

the others sat in chairs, or on the couch. 

i sat at the bar watching him.

"how did this happen?"

"math you dumbass."

five ignored my comment.

he kept pacing.

"five-"

allison began to speak.

five cut her off.

"wait! this is actually a good thing.."

everyone looked at the much taller, more muscular, raven haired boy.

we were still both in our uniforms,

they fit us still.

"and how's that?" i asked,

beginning to make five and i margaritas.

"we're the age where supposed to be for once."

he smiled.

"and this time we don't have to travel anywhere else."

i walked over to him and handed him a margarita.

"thank you."

i smiled, before running up to my room,

trying to find something to change into.

i went through my closet,

and found a box. 

a box of clothes,

saved for when i 'visited'.

i must have moved out.

i mean i was an adult.

but where did i stay? 

did i have a roommate? 

it was all making my head spin. 

i quickly changed,

into a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans.

i then walked around my room,

looking at everything.

some things where different.

like there was more pictures,

more decorations,

and more burns on the walls from me shooting fireballs (most likely at five or klaus.)

that was when a picture frame caught my eye,

i picked it up.

it was a picture of five and i,

we looked older than 13,

older than 14,

even older than 15.

i smiled,

so he stayed after all.

i heard a scoff,

i turned around and saw five standing in the doorway,

well leaning on the door,

in a black button up shirt and a pair of jeans.

a smirk on his face.

"i'm surprised you haven't noticed your finger yet."

i looked down at my fingers.