A/N: TW for a light description of gore and a fight scene of course. I changed up some of the order of events just a bit, nothing too major. Sorry that I keep info-dumping about everything, just doing a little bit of exposition :) enjoy!
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Five, still grabbing on to my arm, spatial jumped into one of our sibling's cars. He must have grabbed the keys when we were inside, because he was currently starting the car.
"Are you sure you know how to drive?" I asked hesitantly, still a little shaken by the spatial jump and the whole, returning-to-my-body-after-a-coma thing.
"Do you think you could do better?" He retorted smugly.
"Touché, I may had been able to conjure anything in my head but one thing I never studied was how to work a car."
"Wait, what?" He paused his actions, surprised at my comment. "You're gonna have to tell me about where you've been once we get to Griddy's," he told me, pulling out of the driveway where the car was parked.
"Sure, if you do the same. You're in a kid's body still."
"Not still, again. Like I said, time travel."
"Well, like I said, I'll want a better explanation," I shot back playfully. God, I had missed talking with him.
"Well, I was under the impression people still age when they're in a coma."
"Dear Reggie must have stuck me in cyro or something along those lines, because when I woke up I was freezing cold and in the body of thirteen-year-old me again," I answered, my eyes overwhelmed with the sights of the city, which had changed a lot since I last saw it. After a few minutes, I laid my eyes on the familiar neon sign attached to the quaint donut shop.
"Griddy's hasn't changed a bit since we left, huh?" I observed, reaching for the door.
"Allow me," Five said, blinking to the door to open it for me.
"Oh ho ho, ever the gentleman, aren't you Five?" I said in a mock British accent. I took his hand and stepped out of the car in an exaggerated fashion, sending us both into fits of giggles.
"I missed this," I sighed.
"Missed what?" Five asked, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Talking to people. Laughing. Having fun. Socializing, you know?"
"Trust me, I know."
We held eye contact for a brief second, both of us trying to figure out what the other could've gone through to be making comments like this, but broke it quickly and headed into the donut shop.
I heard the familiar ting of the bell as we entered the shop, alerting the staff of our presence. It hadn't changed a bit since we were last there, the same floor tiles, wall décor, and furniture were still standing, sending waves of nostalgia my way.
We were the only customers there, and there were no servers in sight. We went over to the counter and sat at the bar stools, and Five found a bell to alert the server. He hit it once or twice, but when he got no answer, he started hitting it repeatedly and aggressively. My hand shot over to his and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"Five, calm yourself," I chuckled softly. His tense grip softened under my hand, and I let him go. "We have all the time in the world, don't worry."
"Yeah, about that-"
Five was about to say something when we heard the bell ting again and a middle-aged man walked in and sat at the counter a couple seats a part from us. I spaced out as Five started talking to this man, thinking about theories as to what might have happened to him while I was gone to land him with a 13-year old's body- as he said, again. I snapped back to reality as a kind looking waitress came out, right after Five had gotten a slip of paper with something written on it from the man.
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