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Chapter One
Five’s Point of View.
“So, I have to go to school?” I stepped in through the door, efficiently interrupting my siblings’ conversation.
“Were you listening the whole time?” Allison looked surprised.
“Sorry bud, but you kinda do. You’re physically 14 and the law requires-” Luther tried to explain.
“Fuck the law.” I cut him off. “Why is he still living here anyway, he’s dumb as hell.”
“Five, he’s right. Sorry, bud.” Allison said.
“Yeah. Is the local public school all right to you?” Diego asked.
I gave him my “are you dumb” look.
“I guess, whatever.”
School isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I was bored this morning, but it would be … beneficial? I guess? There are some things I don’t know, like … well, there’s stuff.
And I guess there’s people there. People are good, they make me feel less alone. Maybe I could make a friend?
“You’re seriously going along with this so easily?” Diego asked.
“Yeah I guess. Besides, you guys have jobs and I get bored.”
“What about your equations?”
“Who the fuck cares about those? They’re what got me into this whole mess in the first place.”
“I’ll bring you shopping tomorrow.” Vanya cut in, “It’ll be fun.”
“Ok sure. I’m going to bed.” I said as I walked out the door. Of course I stayed outside of it to listen in, though.
“Wait, so who’s gonna be his parents?”
As the room descended into chaos I had on thought.
Yep, still my siblings.
The next day wasn’t a big deal. I got a few plain shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a few hoodies.
I liked a lot more than I got, for two reasons, the first one being that this is Vanya, and she’s paying for this herself so I don’t need to make her go broke. The second is that some of the stuff isn’t typically what a person would think I wear.
For example, I really liked a short sleeve button up with white and mustard yellow (almost?) large stripes and a few small black stripes (I didn’t get it because it would be something a person I know would say “is this actually Five?” to if I did; tl;dr I have a rep to protect). I also almost got black skinny jeans, which would go amazing with the shirt, by the way, but they were kinda pricey.
Before we left the store Vanya asked me if that was all I’d be getting. I told her not to worry about it.
She dropped me at the house with my new clothes because she had band practice.
I came in and set all of my stuff down in my room. I was debating whether to put it in the closet or the drawers when Allison called me downstairs.
“Hey, Five. We think we’ve figured out who would be the most believable as your parents, just don’t flip, okay?” She asked me, so I nodded. “We think that… Klaus and Diego would be the most believable…”
“Why would I flip out about that?”
“Well, they’re gay, and-”
“Again I ask, why would I flip out about that? Is there anything other than ‘they’re two guys dating’? I’ve already told them I don’t care. They’d be the most believable, too. Besides, I’m gay, so…?”
“You’re gay?” Luther asked from his position on the couch.
“Did you mishear me, dumbass. I said I’m gay. Got a problem with it?”
“No…”
“That’s what I thought.”
I pulled out my phone and plopped on the couch.
“When’d you get a phone?” Klaus asked.
“Took some of dad’s cash to get it.”
“Atta boy!”
“Five, you can't just steal-” You can guess who said this.
“I’m his literal child, it’s pretty much an allowance.”
“I guess you’re right…”
After a few minutes of silence, Klaus broke it.
“So Diego and I will go out to sign you up tomorrow. You coming?”
“I probably should, or you’ll find a way to fuck it up.”
“Yeah yeah, go to bed, you’re getting grumpy.”
The next day wasn’t that bad. I got up at 9:00 and made myself coffee. It wasn’t the shit stuff, so I was in a pretty good mood.
Diego came down at 9:30 (he had slept the night here), and Klaus stumbled down at 10:05, reeking of something. Probably alcohol.
He plopped down on a chair and let his head hit the table hard.
“Take a shower, Klaus, or should I say Dad?” I said from my spot on the other side of the table.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waved me off but actually took a shower, so that’s a plus.
Once we rode to the school for our 11:00 appointment (I wrote out a script and had Diego say it into the phone the night before) we went in and waited in the secretary’s office before we were allowed to see the principal.
He was nice enough. Didn’t ask too many questions. He asked me a few things about my homeschooling and I showed him some stuff I’ve studied and he said he’d put me in some advanced classes. We also filled a lot of stuff out.
And then we left.
When we got back to the house we were bombarded with questions. I told them to shut the fuck up, teleported to my room, and flopped onto my bed.
Goddamn it my first day is in four days.