PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊FORTY TWO :

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WHAT.

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2002

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". . . And that's why I think you should hang out with me more, Y/N!" Victor beamed from beside me, I simply rolled my eyes in response as I was making my way towards the library.

I really wish he would just . . . Shut up sometimes.

Surely I didn't always mind his attention, but he could never stop fucking talking . . .

"Y/N . . . Why aren't you answering me?" Victor asked as he took ahold of my shoulder, forcing me to turn around and face him.

"Your parents would like me plenty, huh? They seem nice?" he smiled lopsidedly, I frowned as I looked downwards.

My eyes traced over the pavement my shoes stepped on as I continued walking with Victor by my side.

"Yeah . . . Aren't you expected home?" I softly said. My mood was totally damaged by what he had mentioned.

My parents.

"That's not important. I want to spend time with you."

I looked beside me on the pavement, feeling a tint of guilt rush over me. I rubbed my arm as I brought my eyes up to his,

"I don't know . . . " I didn't want to admit it, but . . . I was scared.

I was scared to make friends.

I felt the world get stunned around me, seeing a frozen Victor as his mouth was open like he was about to speak yet he was interrupted by seemingly nothing.

I looked around to see everything else was quite stunned, I took this opportunity to run away.

Right as I made it to the library entrance I let time flow as it should once again.

You've done it again . . .

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Present time, 2019

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Five, Allison, Diego and I soundlessly sat with one another in a vehicle as we watched people pass by. We were parked near the police station as Diego insisted this was our only way to get information on this Harold Jenkins.

We all rolled with it, obviously.

Allison slightly shifted in her seat as she opened her mouth to speak,

"So your plan is to what? Waltz in there and just ask for it?"

" I know the station like the back of my hand, sis." Diego informed sternly,

"I've spent a lot of time inside." well that's not mildly concerning . . .

"Handcuffed."

"Whatever. Here's the plan."

"Plan?" Five repeated curiously, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I'm just gonna blink in and get the file."

"No, that's not . . . You don't know the ins and outs of this place, okay?" Diego reasoned. I had a strong feeling he desperately wanted to be included, my heart aches for you, Diego!

"I literally just did this yesterday." Five stated before he reluctantly looked off to the side, I quirked my brow in suspicion,

"What?"

"My yesterday, not your yesterday. It'll take me two seconds." Five insisted plainly, though Diego wasn't having any of it,

"Listen to me. You are not going in there. I made a call. That's what a leader does. He leads." Diego concluded, I huffed as I gave him a small round of applause.

He looked over his shoulder at me and simply grinned before he left the vehicle quickly.

"What a Batman-ass bitch." I spoke quietly with a grin, from the rear view mirror before me I could see Five nod at this.

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" . . . Hey, Vanya, it's me. I just wanted to . . . Things have gotten so messed up. And . . . all I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me. Okay? I love you, sis." Allison spoke into the pay phone, setting the receiver back, letting it click into it's place.

Five and I leaned together on a relatively big wall behind Allison as we waited for her to finish up as well can that be said about Diego.

Harold Jenkins . . . I don't know any one of that name and I knew almost anyone and everyone in this city back in my day . . .

"So?" Five questioned as he looked up at his brother, Five looked rather angry as his arms were folded.

"You're welcome." Diego said proudly as he held the file up for us to see, Five and I leaned closer as Allison grabbed the file from Diego's hands, spreading it open to reveal it's contents.

My face quickly turned sour as I could easily recognize the man in the picture,

"Holy shit." Allison and I said simultaneously as we looked over the man,

"What?"

"Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody." Allison claimed, holding up the file to showcase her previous statement.

Fucking shit, Vanya . . .