𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑 - 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 [𝟐]

issue #005

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗻

THE TWO BLINKED THE TWO BACK TO MORTY'S. Eleanor sighed and took off her glove and grabbed her clothes from the couch. The woman turned around and moved her now long hair. The teenager knew what she was asking and moved his hands back for the zipper removing it from her, "Thank you for taking my side back there," said Five as he lifted the blanket to cover from view again.

Dropping the dress on the floor and stepping out from it she smiled at Five from above the blanket, "Well what type of wife would I be?" Eleanor teased the teenager. Putting on her bra, she reached for the shirt, slipping it on and then for the skirt zipping it on the side. "I'm good," she said as Five put down the blanket throwing it back on the couch.

The teenager sat on the couch with a sigh, as Eleanor propped her leg on it as she slid her socks back on to her thighs. This wasn't inherently sexual in her mind as all she was doing was putting on socks, but for a teenager who hasn't got laid in a while, it was torture. If you catch my drift, wink, wink. Propping her other leg she slipped her foot in the other as she trailed it up to her thigh again.

Five cleared his throat uncomfortably, catching Eleanor's attention. The blonde sat on the couch beside him and looked at him, "What wrong?" she asked innocently as she pulled on some small boots she had found in Elliot's home since she had lost her shoes at the gala.

For a while, Five said nothing. He just stared at the radio wall on the other side of them, but then turned to the blonde. "You," he finally said.

She was confused at what she had done wrong, well other than sleep with Diego. "What do you mean? Did I do something else?"

"It's frustrating that you can't remember anything," he huffed crossing his arms, "You were my partner that would advise me if something seemed stupid, or that I shouldn't do it...." he said now his arms talking with him. "But for heaven's sake, you don't even remember James."

Eleanor hooked her hands together sadly, looking over at Five who wasn't mad at her but was feeling lost without the rest of her. What she couldn't get was, who was James?