[griddys donut shop–thursday afternoon]
JORDAN WOKE up and immediately regretted it. His face was warm from the sun streaming through the windows, his legs had pins and needles from the weight of Five's head on them, his neck had a crick in it, and he had a sandwich in front of him.
He knew it couldn't last.
"Glad to see you've finally woken up," Agnes said from behind the counter. "I was getting worried you'd sleep all day."
Jordan nodded, looking down at the sleeping boy in his lap. Agnes watched for a moment before speaking.
"I think he's going to be okay. I took some nurse classes back when I was in college, and although I haven't got a degree or anything, it looks like he's just stressed and overexerting himself. In fact, both of you look like that."
"Okay," Jordan said quietly. Agnes frowned and continued wiping down the counter.
"I've got a question," she said. Jordan looked back up at her and arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak.
"Are you two dating?"
Jordan's heart froze. Where he and Five dating? I mean, sure, they've made out a lot, and they've very clearly got a thing for one another, but like....dating? Boyfriends? Were they doing that? Jordan certainly didn't know. They did have lots of things happening at the moment besides deciding whether or not they where boyfriends.
"Sorry, Jake. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to," Agnes said with a small smile, picking up a broom and starting to sweep the spotless floors.
"My name isn't Jake." Jordan blurted suddenly, his face hot red and his stomach twisting. Why the hell was he telling her this? He didn't know her! He—He was on the run, he was trying to get back home!
"Oh, that much was obvious, sweetheart," Agnes laughed.
"It's Jordan. That's my name."
"That's a very nice name, Jordan. Is your friends name actually Fred?" she gestured to Five.
"No, it's not. But I won't tell you his name without his permission," Jordan said, lightly running his fingers through Five's hair. Besides, his name was much more recognizable than Jordan.
"That's fine, honey. Why don't you eat that sandwich, and I'll find you some new clothes." She eyes their torn, dirty, and bloody shirts. "I'll be back in a jiffy."
Jordan nodded and picked up the sandwich, watching as Agnes locked the doors and reiterated her promise of returning soon.
~
The second the door had swung shut, Jordan dropped the sandwich. Carefully as he could, he moved Five's head off his lap and onto the vinyl seat of the booth.
As he went around the counter and searched the open shelves underneath it, he felt a small worm of guilt invade his mind. Sure, Agnes had been nothing but kind, but...he needed this money. He'd accept the clothes, take Five with him, and leave with a pocketful of cash. It was fine, right?
No, it was not.
Jordan huffed angrily at himself before his fingers slid over a key. He grinned triumphantly and held it up. It was small and silver, an intricate design on it. He shrugged and pressed it into the keyhole on the cash register.
The drawer slid open with a soft ding! and Jordan smiled guiltily at the money. As quickly as he could, he flipped open the small holders and grabbed a twenty, two tens, three fives, and a stack of paper-clipped ones.
"Jordie?"
His head whirled up from the register and his guilty smile turned into a golden one. Five was sitting up, holding his head with his eyes squeezed shut. "What the fuck's happening?"
"Five!" Jordan practically pissed himself with excitement, like a chihuahua; quick as a wink, he jumped over the counter and fell into the booth, his hands grabbing the other boys face gently. "You're alive!"
"Sadly, yes," Five mumbled. "Are we in Griddys?"
Jordan nodded, his hands still cupping Five's cheeks. "How're you feeling?"
"Dead."
Jordan laughed quietly. Five's face was scraped up, but most of the band-aids had fallen off somewhere between his house and Griddys. His grass-green eyes where mostly closed, only a sliver of the intoxicating emerald showing. His cheeks where warm from the sun, a few freckles dotted here and there.
"Can I kiss you?" Jordan asked, his voice a whisper. Five gave him a soft smile. Instead of answering, he leaned forwards and lightly pressed his mouth on Jordan's.
"I mean, I guess so," Five mumbled against his lips. Jordan laughed. The sun was heating up his hair, and the light filtering through the window made patterns on the tiled floor. It felt so perfect, it made their hearts ache.
"How are you feeling?" Jordan asked, his forehead pressed against the other boys.
"I just told you," Five said. "Dead."
"Right. I got distracted by...you know..." Jordan smiled sheepishly. Five smirked and put his hands in Jordan's hair.
"My...sexiness?"
"Nah. More like your cuteness. Adorableness. Smallness."
"Fuck off," said Five, and then nestled his face in the crook of Jordan's neck. They sat there, sun warming their backs, hugging. They didn't move for a long time.
~
"Jordan? I'm back," Agnes stepped in the donut store, a smile on her face when she saw the two boys sitting up and nibbling sandwiches. "Oh! Fred, you're awake!"
"Who's Fred?" Five asked, making a face; Jordan nudged him. "Oh, right. I-I'm Fred." Five said, his voice hinted with confusion and amusement as he glanced at Jordan, who was turning red.
"Yes, you are." Agnes smiled. She dropped a bag filled with thrift store clothes on the table. "I found you boys some clothes that I think will fit you."
"Thanks, Agnes." Jordan said, grabbing a grey tee-shirt with a rose design and a pair of black jeans. Five snatched up a blue shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.
"You're gonna look like a dork, Fred." Jordan said with a smile.
"You already look like a dork." Five replied.
Agnes smiled at them. "Bathrooms are over there, boys. You can go try them on, if you like."
Five and Jordan both headed to the bathrooms. Agnes sighed and went to the backroom to grab her crossword.
~
Jordan made sure that the door was closed. When he turned around, Five was staring at him.
"What? Something on my face?" Jordan asked with a small smile. Five smiled back.
"We need to talk." He stepped forwards.
"About?"
"The fact that you apparently have powers."
"Oh. That." Jordan nodded, his eyes wide. "Do we...have to talk about that?"
"Yes, Jordan. We absolutely have to talk about this." Five tossed the new clothes on the counter and crossed his arms.
"But like...now?"
"Yes, Jordan. Now."
"Okay? Okay. We can talk. Now. I guess. If we have too." Jordan bit his lip and started to fidget.
"Good." Five sat down on a bench that was pretty convenient. Why was there a bench in a bathroom? Because it's convenient. That's why.
"Good. Great. Fucking peachy."
"Jordan." Five gave him a Look and he sighed.
"Fine." Jordan stalked over to the boy and sat down, crossing his arms and looking anywhere but him.
"When's your birthday?" Five asked, bringing his legs up under him so he was sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce.
"October first, 1989." Jordan said, his stomach recoiling. God, he was doing this. He was telling Five about this. He was fine. Five was trustworthy.
"Same." Five said with a soft giggle. "What can you do?"
"I can use chopsticks and yodel." Jordan said. Five gave him an incredulous look.
"What? It's true!" said Jordan indignantly.
"You can't yodel."
"Oh yeah? Do you want me to demonstrate?" Jordan replied, a grin on his face and laughter tinging his words. He took a deep breath before Five slammed his hands over his mouth.
"If you yodel in Griddys bathroom and not in fucking Walmart, I won't kiss you for a month." Five threatened, laughing. Jordan grinned and then licked his hand. "Ew!" Five gasped, wiping the spit off on his shirt.
"In all seriousness, Jordie: what can you do?" Five repeated his question.
"Do I have to answer this? I told you, I can use chopsticks and yodel, even if you don't believe me."
"Jordie. Come on."
"Fine! I can control water—"
"Is that why your toilets explode?!" Five shouted. Jordan laughed at the others shocked and intrigued look.
"They don't explode, silly, they overflow. And yes." Jordan said, smiling. "I, uh, also have some sort of effect on the weather."
"Holy fuck, is that why you've got such spotty weather?" Five's mouth dropped completely open. Jordan reached up and closed his jaw, smirking as he said:
"You'll catch flies. And yes."
"You're serious? You can control water, and the weather?" Five asked, placing his hands on Jordan's knees.
"I can't really control the weather. It, like, is linked to my...emotions? The more upset I am, the worse it gets. It's erratic, too. Just happens whenever it feels like it."
"That's...fucking amazing." Five was grinning, and Jordan could feel the anxiety dripping away. Five was excited. He thought this was cool. This was going great.
"Thanks," Jordan whispered.
"Why didn't you tell us right from the beginning?" Five questioned.
"I don't know, I just...didn't know how?" Jordan huffed, exasperated with his lack of logic. "I'm not incredibly intelligent, Five."
"No shit."
Jordan glared. Five smiled and moved his hand up to the others cheek, gently running a finger over his lips. "In all seriousness, Jordie, you should've told us. It's fine that you didn't, though; we know now. Have you told anyone else?"
"No, never." Jordan shook his head. "I didn't ever plan to tell anyone."
Five nodded. "Well, I figure we should probably change and get out of here before Agnes thinks we're having sex or something."
Jordan turned bright red. "Ah-what-Five!" he spluttered. Five laughed.
"You're a dork," he said, leaning forwards and kissing Jordan's nose. That only made him turn an even brighter red.
Without another word, Five stood up and took off his shirt, neatly folding it and grabbing the blue tee. He tugged it on and frowned at his reflection, adjusting his hair.
"Are you just gonna watch me do my hair, or what?" Five asked, not taking his eyes off the mirror. Jordan flushed and rolled his eyes, taking off his own shirt and picking up his rose tee-shirt. He slipped it on; when he shook the curls out of his eyes, Five was standing right in front of him with a shit-eating grin.
"Are you just gonna stand there, or what?" Jordan said. Five reached up and brushed a few curls behind his ears, fingers trailing down Jordan's neck. He shivered involuntarily.
"Can I kiss you?" Five whispered huskily.
"Yeah," Jordan replied breathily. He wasn't sure who closed the gap, but they where kissing now.
This kiss reminded him a lot of the kiss in the kitchen way back when. Five's tongue pressed against his mouth, and he opened it. Five moved his tongue over the chipped tooth and then they where making out. Again.
Jordan stumbled backwards, arms wrapped around Five's waist, until they hit the wall. Five's fingers darted under the black shirt, pressing against Jordan's stomach. Jordan shivered again, acutely aware of the heat pooling in his stomach.
"Boys? Everything alright in there?" Agnes rapped at the door, her question soft and polite.
They broke apart, breathing heavily.
"Just fine, ma'am!" Five shouted in return. The two listened carefully; Agnes giggled and then her heels clicked away.
"She totally knows we where just making out," Five whispered. Jordan laughed, smiling ear-to-ear, still breathless.
"Go away and let me get changed," Jordan mumbled, stepping out of the corner and grabbing his clean jeans. He entered a bathroom stall and locked it, unbuttoning his jeans.
"You know, I could totally just peek under there and see you," Five said from outside the stall.
"Do that and I'll hit you with toilet water."
"Fair enough."
They both laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.
A/N:
2012 words?? that's my longest chapter yet, sorry lol
anyways, more of sweet agnes and lovely jordan/five interactions!! they finally got all that jazz about the secret powers out in the open!! it's advancing so much now soon it'll be overrrr (that's a lie, there's still so much left lol sorry)
anywho, i hope you liked this chapter and that you have a lovely day!