Chapter Twenty-Six: Superheros Are Idiots Sometimes (AKA What Happened While Jordie Was at School)
[jordans house–monday morning]
ALLISON WOKE up early. Luther wasn't sleeping next to her; he had slept on the other side of the room. Vanya had been given Ron's room once again, but the rest had stayed in the attic.
Allison was becoming strangely attached to this house.
Yawning, she sat up and pulled her curls into a ponytail. Blinking sleepily, she got to her feet and looked around, taking a mental inventory of her siblings.
Ben was asleep, but Klaus was gone; so where Five and Diego. Luther was cuddled up with a pillow, and Vanya was downstairs. So far, only three missing.
Allison shrugged and grabbed her blazer, wrapping it around her as she went to the second floor. Checking in on Vanya and Jordan (because he'd become part of her mental inventory sometime during the span of being here), she deemed them safe and continued on her way to the kitchen.
"What the hell?" She said. Klaus looked up, eyes wide.
"I had no part in this," Five muttered, sipping tea and grimacing. They still hadn't gotten any coffee; Jordan had told them he'd go shopping Tuesday instead.
"Uh–pfft–how?" Allison spluttered. Klaus shrugged.
The kitchen was destroyed. The walls had batter all over them, the counter looked like it had been melted, and the toaster held two pieces of black bagels.
"Klaus wanted to cook," Diego said, like that explained it. Allison gaped.
"What? Clean it up!"
"Yeah, Diego! Clean it up!" Klaus said, shoving Diego gently towards the bagels. Diego rolled his eyes, but he tossed the bagels in the trash.
"Done." He sat down next to Five and started drinking his own tea.
"Klaus. Clean up."
Klaus sighed but got a dishrag, scrubbing at the walls. Allison could feel her nerves jumping—Jordan would wake up soon, and he'd see the mess they'd made and he would be so much more fucking stressed. They'd already caused him so much trouble already; he couldn't be allowed to see this.
"I'm gonna make Jordan lunch," Allison said; all three of the boys gave her confused looks. "To keep him out of the kitchen."
"Hey, did you know that his bus is gonna show up in like thirty minutes?" Klaus said this with a grin. "I'll go wake him up!"
Before Allison could protest—Diego could wake him up, Five, anyone else—Klaus was gone, shouting "JORDIE" at the top of his lungs.
Allison, Five, and Diego stared at the ceiling; then, an ungodly scream arose, followed by a thumping.
"I'll hurry up and make him that lunch," Allison mumbles. Five scoffed and Diego laughed. She picked up the rag left behind and there it at them; it hit Diego square in the face. He yelled and fell off his chair.
Allison laughed.
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Klaus had skipped downstairs gleefully, informing them that, "Jordie is gonna take a shower!" and then, smirking right at Five, "also, he wears hot pink boxers to bed."
Five shoved his face into the mug of tea, but you could see his ears turning pink. Everyone else laughed.
"Now, keep cleaning." Allison tossed Klaus another dishrag. He groaned but started wiping down the counters. Vanya appeared, her uniform rumpled and face flushed.
Diego looked up. "What happened?"
"Uh–he–I–pink–" Vanya couldn't seem to form sentences.
"Oh my God! You saw Jordie in his boxers!" Klaus laughed. "Can you confirm that his underwear is hot pink?"
"Er–yes?" Vanya was hot red.
Klaus howled with laughter; not even Allison could hold in a few giggles. Vanya sat down at the table and started to nibble some dry cereal.
"See! I told you!" Klaus hit Five with the dirty dishrag; Five then chucked a piece of burnt toast at Klaus, who was unaffected.
"I'm gonna take this upstairs," Allison said, grabbing the brown lunch bag. She passed Luther, but she made it a point not to speak with him; she was still upset at what he'd said. What he wanted to tell everyone.
Allison frowned when she reached the second floor landing. How fucking weird this was. She was thirteen. Again. She was packing lunch for a boy the same age as her, skipping all the classes she'd had to take when thirteen, and basically fucking up whatever timeline there was.
But it was fun.
She shook off the feeling that had been slinking down her spine and opened Jordan's door. "I packed you lu—oh my God!" Allison screamed and slapped a hand over her eyes; Jordan shrieked too. Footsteps pounded up the steps and disappeared as Allison apologized, not opening her eyes or removing her hand.
" I am so, so sorry!" Allison said. She could vaguely hear Jordan scrambling around. Holy shit, she had seen his dick.
"It's fine!" Jordan snapped. Allison blushed harder, wishing she could just...float away.
"I am so fucking sorry, I should've knocked, I'm so, so sorry—"
"Allison! It's okay. My pants are on now."
Allison hesitantly peeked out from between her fingers, and then handed him a brown paper bag. "We packed you a lunch."
"Uh...thanks?" He shoved it in his bag.
"Of course," Allison said, leaving his room. "Er, make sure you say bye to Five!" She added. It was so obvious something happened between them to make it so awkward, and she couldn't lie; she wanted them to at least try being together because, like, damn would they be a good couple.
Jordan ran down the stairs; Allison followed awkwardly, trying to get the image of his dick out of her head; she did not want it there.
Klaus whispered something to Five when Allison walked down, but they didn't say anything to her so she left it alone.
"Start cleaning, Klaus!" Allison said. He groaned but started doing it.
She sat down, embarrassed, and started telling Vanya more about what she had forgotten.
Like her powers.
[monday afternoon , while jordan is gone]
"Is this a good idea?" Diego asked.
"No!" Luther scowled from his seat on the stairs.
"Oh, shut up, both of you." Allison said. "She needs to use her powers."
"Why don't we do it, I don't know, outside?" said Klaus, fiddling with the CD player.
"Because we need the music. Until we can find her a violin," Allison frowned as if remembering something. "Did we ever ask Jordan for those butterfly books?"
"He has been rather busy," Ben said sleepily. He'd just woken up about twenty minutes ago, and was wrapped up in a blanket.
"I'll talk to him about it when he gets home," Allison decides.
"Or! Or," Klaus stood up and glanced at Five, who had been leaning against the wall looking angry (like usual). "We could have Five do it?"
Fives eyes widened and his head popped up.
"Why not Allison?" Diego said. "Why does Five have too?"
"I don't have to," Five glared at Klaus, speaking through gritted teeth. "Allison can do it."
The room was uncomfortably quiet.
"Is everything alright?" Vanya asked, stepping into the hallway looking small and timid. She appeared to have shrunk into herself, playing with her brown hair and nervously chewing her lip.
"Everything's fine, Vanya." Allison nudged Klaus, who smiled and hit Five (who made a small noise of surprise and then glared). "Ready?"
"I still think this is stupid," Vanya said. Klaus laughed and flicked the CD player on; Green Day started playing, and Allison subconsciously glanced to Five's (admittedly desperate for a wash) shirt of the band.
Vaguely she wondered where he'd gotten it. God, what she'd do for some fresh clothes.
"It's not stupid," Luther snapped. "You almost killed us with your powers. And you destroyed the world!"
"I don't remember any of that!" Vanya said, her voice reedy. "And I'm sorry!"
Luther huffed and got up, stomping away. They listened to the atti door slam shut.
"He better not break anything," Diego murmured. "We've done enough damage as it is." At that, he sent a glance towards Klaus, who shrugged.
"Not my fault I can't cook," Klaus grumbled.
"It's your fault you tried," Ben spoke up; for a while, Allison thought he'd fallen back asleep. He'd been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and the blanket pulled tight around his body. His face was the one thing visible; it was endearing, and Allison felt her heart ache with how much she'd missed her brother.
"I'm not gonna be able to do it," Vanya said. "You're all just playing a trick or something."
"No, we're not." said Five. "Why would we go through all the trouble just to play a trick?"
Vanya didn't have an answer.
"Just try, okay?" Allison said, setting the glass down next to the row of them. Twelve wine cups, in a neat little row.
"Fine," Vanya muttered. The guitar was loud, Billie Joe Armstrong's vocals rough through the speaker. Vanya closed her eyes, and the sound started to distort.
Diego sat up straight.
Vanya scrunched up her nose in concentration. Ben leaned forwards, his sleepy eyes waking up.
Six wine glasses exploded, sending shards everywhere.
"Ah!" Allison screamed, jumping for the couch. She felt one slice her calf.
"Shit!" Five said, covering his face; three or four cut his arms and legs. One narrowly missed his bandaid, but cut a new wound above his eye.
Klaus let out a high pitched shriek and dove behind Five, only getting a cut on his face. Diego leapt in front of Ben, allowing himself to be cut on the face, arms, and legs.
Vanya screamed and then stared in shock at the shard that had sliced her hand.
"I...I did something," Vanya whispered. Allison looked around at the damage done to the front hall and smiled weakly.
"You sure did." She got off the couch. "But we've gotta clean up before Jordan gets ho—"
The door swung open; Diego snatched a shard of glass and held it like a knife.
"What the fuck." Tate said. Jordan stood there too, face gaping; Allison was sure they all looked incredibly guilty.
"Oh my shitting Jesus," he whispered.
"Uh...whoops?" Klaus winced.
Five hit Klaus's arm.
A/N:
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