𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖? [𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬]

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢

SLOWLY DAY TURNS to night and the bright blue sky fades to black.

Quincey and Five look out the windows of the van, just waiting. "There's our guy" Five says

The prosthetic doctor walks out of the building and to the curb. His body adorned in a dark coat and carrying a duffel bag. A car pulls up next to him, lance puts the bag in the backseat and gets handed a small yellow package, which he slips into the inside of his coat.

Five grabs Quincey's hand and they jump away.

***

The cool morning breeze blows through Quincey's blonde, wavy hair. She pulls her blazer closer to her body as her and Five stand on the sidewalk near Lance's car. "Cold?" Five asks her

"Very" She says with a light chuckle.

Five can admit that he has been feeling differently around Quincey recently. But he doesn't know why, mainly because he's never felt this way towards anyone, let alone his best friend. This feeling is new to him, the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when she laughs, the burning sensation when she holds his hand, the need to make her feel okay no matter what, even though he knows she can take care of herself. Five knows what this feeling is, he just doesn't want to confront it, he wants to keep it inside of him, at least until they stop the apocalypse.

Despite feeling the need to keep these feelings inside of him, he wraps his arm around Quincey. He pulls her closer to his warmth "better?" He asks, resting his head atop hers.

Quincey feels the same way Five does, to say the least. She feels the same fluttery feeling in her stomach and the same burning sensation when they touch, but she also feels the need to not tell him, to keep her focus on saving the world.

A pink tint rises to Quincey's cheeks as she leans into Five's touch. "Yeah, much better" she smiles up at him.

They look away from each other to see Lance walking to his car, a dog in hand. He places the dog in the back seat and as he sits in the front Five jumps them both into the car. Five in the passenger seat and Quincey in the back.

"Oh, Jesus!" Lance exclaims, Five takes out a knife and holds it to his throat. "One chance. That's all you've got. One chance to tell us exactly what's going on in that lab" Five sneered at the man "I- I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients. I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market" He stuttered out.

"Including eyeballs?" Quincey questioned from the back seat "yeah, they're my biggest seller. I mean, they sell like hot cakes. I- I've got a list, a waiting list, probably about 20 buyers"

"So, the serial number we told you..." Five said "uh, could've already been brought. Yes, off the books"

"We need that list Lance, names and numbers, and we need it now" grunted Five "I don't have it. I mean, not on me. The only copy's in my safe at the lab" Lance chocked out "well, start the car then. Cause we're going on a field trip" Five pulled the knife away from Lance's neck.

Lance fumbled with his seatbelt and they drove off to the lab.

Once Quincey stepped out out of the car the strong smell of fire entered her nose, it reminded her of when her and her family would go camping, before her dad left and her family became neglectful.
"Hey, do you smell smoke?" Quincey asked the other two who had gotten out of the car.

Fives eyes widen in realisation and he sets out in a sprint, Quincey and Lance following behind. As Quince rounded the corner she saw the explosion take five into the air and throw him backwards. "Five!" She yelled and ran over to the boy, now laying helplessly on the ground.

The glass and rock sounded when it hit the ground as Five sat up and stared at the flaming building "well that's not good" Quincey said as she sat beside the boy and the sound of police sirens filled their ears.

"Let's get outta here" Five grabbed Quince's hand and they jumped back to the van. "You realise we could've walked" Quincey told the boy and looked at the building across the road, feeling the lack of warmth the fire filled building provided.

"This was quicker" The boy said as he rummaged through the back of the van, grabbing out a duffel bag.

The two teens walk down the street, both knowing where to go, although not saying it out loud. A tingling, burning sensation filled Quincey's hand and travelled up her arm when five made the decision to take Quincey's hand in his as they walked.

Quincey smiled to herself and the teens stole glances at each other all the way to the library.

AUTHORS NOTE
This is a slightly shorter chapter than usual, just because I had writers block and also that's why this chapter is literal shit. But anyways have a good day/night and I love you!

- Ziggy