JORDAN POKED his head around the corner of the stairwell, making sure that Ron and his Mom where asleep. He looked like a small, skinny mouse.
Taking the steps two at a time, he carried the plate of chicken, rice, and seven water bottles as carefully as he could. Thankfully, only a few pieces of the microwaved rice fell onto the steps.
Peering around like an escaped prison convict, he quietly opened the attic door and went upstairs.
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"Thank fucking hell!" Klaus exclaimed upon seeing Jordan. He jumped down from the rafters, landing ungracefully next to Ben.
"How the fucking fuck did you get up there?" Jordan said, extending a plate to Klaus.
Klaus shrugged and grinned, his mouth full of chicken. Ben rolled his eyes.
"Thank you," Luther said, taking a water bottle. "How's the situation downstairs?"
"Good, I think. Ron didn't notice, and neither did my mom."
"Thank fuck," Klaus said, and then he moaned. "Fucking hell, this chicken is good. Who made it?"
Jordan shrugged. "Me."
Klaus choked, and then grinned. "Well, isn't that swell! We've got ourselves a little koch! Perfect for you, Five."
Five rolled his eyes and ignored his brother, instead eating some rice.
"Thank you for being quiet." Jordan said, sitting down. All six of the awake ones—Vanya had been wrapped in blankets and placed on the air mattress—nodded. Their mouths where full.
"I've got a question," Diego said. Jordan nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Where you watching some of our fights?"
Jordan flushed, his eyes darting to Five. "Uh, yeah. Ron's a pretty big fan."
"You aren't?" Five arched an eyebrow. Allison looked between them, her eyes sparkling with some insight no one else had.
"Well, I mean..." Jordan coughed. "Diego, did you know that you're Ron's favorite?"
"I am?" Diego looked surprised.
"Yeah. He makes me record every fight or interview of you guys, but he always makes me shut up when you come onscreen."
"Huh," Diego smiled down at his food, and Jordan relaxed. The topic seemed to have been veered away from his (totally previous) obsession with the Umbrella Academy.
Thank fuck.
Except, Five kept on eyeing him. Jordan sat and ignored this, listening to them make small talk. His face was hot, and he kept on seeing Five in his boxers. Then in his sweatshirt. That sweatshirt had been so big on him. How small was Five?
"So, when is she going to wake up?" Jordan asked, nodding his head towards Vanya. She turned over, muttering about her violin.
"We don't know," Luther said, his mouth a thin line of worry. He gazed over at her, and then turned to Allison. "When do you think?"
"Why would you ask me?" She said, bewildered and sounding a little angry. "How the hell would I know?"
Luther shrugged, his face pink. "I don't know, but I figured I'd ask."
Allison huffed and took a bite of rice.
In the bed, Vanya rolled over.
As Klaus went back for seconds (Diego had stopped him from stealing Allison's) Five jumped to his feet.
"Everyone shut up."
Klaus, who had frozen with his hand extended over the chicken, sighed. "No one was talking, bitchface,"
"I said, shut up." He hissed, and lightly went over to the window. "Someone's outside."
They all tensed; Luthers' hands clenched into fists, and Bens fingers started to toy with the hem of his shirt. Diego curled his fingers around the butter knife. Allison lifted herself into a crouching position, as did Klaus. Jordan sat there, eyeing the water bottles. Not enough for significant damage, but enough to scare them.
Or it.
Five sighed, tugging on his jacket. "They're gone, whoever they where."
Everyone relaxed; Jordan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"So, Jordan," Allison said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Last night, you had some questions. I know we sort of dismissed you, and I'm sorry. I realize that it was a lot of stress, to just have us randomly drop into your life, and—"
"It's fine," Jordan interrupted. "Really, it truly is. I only want some questions answered."
"Alright," Luther adjusted his seating.
"So, first off: what's the deal with Vanya? And the damn apocalypse? Like, seriously, what the actual fuck?"
Five chuckled grimly.
"That's a fun story," Klaus said, sighing fondly. "Loved the part where I died. Ooh, and when Dad died?" He laughed. "That was wonderful."
Jordan went wide-eyed, his jaw dropping.
Five reached over and pushed his mouth closed. "You'll catch flies," was all he said, but Jordan was distracted now.
Five's hands had been really fucking soft. His fingers had trailed along his jaw, a few callouses on his fingertips. Jordan wanted them back. His heart practically ached with the desire to grab Five's hands.
Fuck.
"Are you listening?" Ben asked, his eyes twinkling like Allison's had. Jordan felt his face grow warm.
"Uh, yeah!"
"It's a long ass story," Diego said gravely.
Then, Allison told them all to shut up. "I got the news when I was on the red carpet. That my dad was dead."
"I was already dead," Ben said.
"I was in the future. Well, the past technically." Five added.
"I was getting back into rehab!" Klaus grinned, running a hand through his hair.
"He'd just gotten back out of it," Ben mumbled.
"I was on the moon."
"I was saving some people."
"What. The. Fucking. Fuck." Jordan said calmly.
"Let me tell the damn story," Allison scowled. "Anyways, we all got the news, and..."
It was a very, very long story; Jordan listened to every word (especially when Five was talking).
A/N:
Oof I'm sorry this ones so short & trashy :/
Butttt thank you so much for 1k reads!!! Like honestly you guys are great and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying my writing
Anyways, I've finally decided on an updating schedule (woohoo, go me)
I'm gonna try and update every Monday between 4-6 pm, and Thursday's between 5-8 pm. So, yeah, that's happening
I hope you all enjoyed this and have a lovely day!!!
(oof i'm sorry i'm a dork and say 'oof' a lot i apologize)