THE OTHER ━ DIEGO HARGREEVES

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO ━ THE WORDS THAT CAME OUT

She nodded and smiled a bit. "Yes, I am. There's a hotel nearby that you can take me to."

Paris nodded, knowing what she was talking about as he was criticizing the rich people that were entering the hotel. "Hang on again."

In a matter of seconds, they reached their destination and Grace was dropped off at the hotel, where she said she had money enough to get her a room. Now, the Capulets were ready to go to the bowling alley where the Hargreeves' were at.

At stopping in front of the building, they saw a body running out of it.

"Poet!" Poet was engulfed in a hug, a tight one. She gasped at feeling the tightness around her waist and was lifted off the ground. "I thought you were dead."

She wrapped her arms around Diego's neck as she recognized his voice and hugged him just as tightly. She heard Paris scoff from beside her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't worry about me."

At hearing his words, Diego stepped away from Poet and turned to look at Paris. He hugged the boy and lifted him off the ground, hugging him really tight because of the look that Paris gave to his aunt.

"Okay, Diego," the man didn't budge as she placed a hand on his arm. "Diego, babe, you gotta let Paris go. He can't breathe."

"Oh," Diego let go of him quickly before turning to look at Poet. He breathed out a sigh of relief and placed a hand behind her neck. He brought their foreheads together, kissing her. She was taken back and ignored the sound of disgust coming from Paris, who immediately looked away. "I thought I lost you."

"Believe me," she chuckled. "You won't get rid of me that easily. I thought you would know that considering that you forgot you almost killed me when we were teenagers and almost killed me when I first met you."

"I never tried to kill you when we were teenagers," he furrowed his brows as they walked inside the building. Paris walked ahead, clearly not wanting to be around his aunt and Diego kissing and showing a lot of PDA.

"November 15, 2005," she snickered at thinking about the time as he opened the door for her. "You stabbed me in the leg and I punched you in the nose. You tried to stab me in my chest and told me that your "father" will get mad at you and will never be proud of you unless you killed a Capulet."

Diego's mouth dropped as he remembered that incident. He hadn't thought of that memory when he saw the girl. He knew they were all supposed to hate the Capulets since their dad spoke badly of them, but he didn't think his hate was that bad. "What the hell? I don't remember."

"Of course you don't," she said. "Because I got rid of that memory. You lost the fight and I didn't want you to, uh, how do I say this? Didn't want you to be embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" He scoffed. "Sweets, I'm never embarrassed."

"Okay," she chuckled, watching as Allison and Klaus stood up to greet her. They all hugged her just as tightly as Diego did and watched over Klaus's shoulder Five and Paris hug.

"How-how are you still alive?" Luther questioned.

"Oh, don't cry, Luther," Poet sarcastically said. He rolled his eyes and looked away, clearly his distaste for the Capulets still lingering.

"How did you survive?" Allison asked. "We watched the building collapsed."

"Did you ever find bodies?" They shook their heads. "Should've known we weren't dead then. But, Paris took Grace and I to New Orleans."

"Mom is alive?" Diego breathed out. Poet nodded, grabbing some food by a kid passing by. "You saved her?"

"Yep," she nodded, grabbing his hand as he was in a state of shock. "We weren't going to let her die."

"God, I love you." Poet froze midway from eating something and looked at Diego, who processed his words. The others looked away, clearing their throats and hiding their growing smiles. "I mean... I mean, I- yeah, I can't come up with an excuse."

He scratched the back of his head and Luther huffed in annoyance. "Can you guys just admit you love each other and get on with it so we can come up with a plan to stop Vanya?"

"Shut up, Luther," both Poet and Diego glared before staring at each other.

"So, you said it first?" Poet raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes, pushing her away softly.

"Shut up. So, are you going to say it or not?"

"Should I say it so early on in our relationship?" She teased and he sighed.

"The person that I love," he shook his head.

"But I love you, too," she laughed out. "Even though you never asked me out properly and we've only known each other for a couple of weeks."

"Sh," Diego shushed her. "Let me love you while I can. Love doesn't have a time limit so..." Poet gave him a look. "Let me love you, the apocalypse is almost here."

"Talking about the apocalypse," the two turned to look at Five, "Diego shut up and let's listen to Luther. Sorry, Poet."

"It's okay. We have to save the world."

"Yeah, like we always have to."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!

ughhhhhhhhhh this
chapter is so rushed and
i hate ittttttttttttt