𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛.) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ❝ THEY DIED IN A CAR CRASH. ❞
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"I'll be right back, okay? I need to see something before I come back and then when I find everybody, if I find everybody, I'll come to get you, okay?"
"Yeah," Poet nodded, eyeing Five who was clutching an envelope on his hand. "Sorry about Hazel, by the way."
Five nodded and sighed. "Thanks. But at least he's with Agnes now, but in the meantime, be careful. There are these three Swedish guys and I think they're looking for us. They have platinum hair and there's three—"
A knock was heard and Poet groaned, standing up to open the door while letting out an annoyed sigh. While she was doing that, Five turned to look at Paris.
"Hey," he mumbled and the blue-eyed boy smiled a little at him while repeating the same word. Five cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets while glancing down at his shoes. "So, um, Elizabeth?"
"Yeah," Paris then cleared his throat softly, nodding his head. "Um, she's a great friend."
"That you clearly like," Five said. Paris sighed and clasped his hands in front of him. "I'm not mad at you for feeling things for someone. Hell, I dated someone."
"Oh, yeah," Paris puffed out his cheeks. "Delores, right?"
Five nodded before continuing. "But, hey," he said, grabbing his hand, "if you like her I'm not going to stop you from being with her."
"I want to be with you," Paris frowned. "Really. After all, Elizabeth only wants to be my friend. Made it pretty clear. So, I thought about it more, do I really like her? And then I found out, I really don't. I rather like her more as a sister than someone I want to be in a relationship with and, either way, it wouldn't be fair to date her in this decade and later leave if you find a solution."
"For you," Five squinted his eyes, tilting his head to the side, "yeah, I'll try."
"Good," Paris pursed his lips to hide his smile. "And then, maybe, when we go back to our time, we can, I don't know, maybe go out?"
"Yeah," the uniformed boy nodded. "My treat."
"Yeah, okay."
The two chuckled but they stopped when Poet slammed the door and muttered curses under her breath, rolling her eyes. The two gave her confused looks and she scoffed, rubbing the skin of her forehead.
