[jordans house–sunday evening]
OPERATION SAVE Diego's Helpless Ass had been revised to fit Jordan and his powers. Five had determined that their chances of succeeding had improved a lot, although whether or not he meant that it was just saying it to try and make Jordan feel better was yet to he seen.
Ron still hadn't come inside, not even when Allison went out to try and convince him to go eat dinner. He simply sat in the backyard on a swing, drifting over a mound of fresh dirt that Jordan was unsure of the origins. He'd have to ask someone–everyone but him and Five seemed to know, although when he asked Klaus the boy just smiled and offered him peanut butter instead.
A third thing was that the rest of them had all accepted his powers with little question, which was great, because Jordan really didn't want to talk about them anymore. After the more in-depth description to them, he'd been put into the plan (although Allison and Five didn't look all that happy about it).
"Hey," Five looked at him. They where sitting at the kitchen table, nibbling on cookies they had bought earlier that day. "You good?"
Jordan glanced out towards the backyard, where Ron sat in the fading light. "I guess."
"We should go to bed," Five said. "We're going to go The Commission tomorrow and save Diego. You should get some rest."
"Yeah," Jordan rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, you–you're right. I'm just gonna go to sleep."
"Okay. Yeah. Go get some sleep." Five nodded, taking a sip of milk.
"Goodnight," Jordan said, and then he got up, handed Five his remaining cookies, and went upstairs.
The moment Jordans door could be heard closing, Five got up and grabbed some of the cookies as a peace offering.
"Where're you going?" Vanya asked as she walked into the kitchen. Five paused.
"I'm going to try and get Ron to forgive Jordan," Five said. Vanya nodded.
"Well, have fun." She said to him, grabbing a piece of bread.
"Uh, what's the bread for?" Five questioned. Vanya arched an eyebrow.
"None of your business." She said.
"Uh, well, okay," Five mutters. Vanya chuckled and then bounced away, already chattering to who he assumed was Allison or Klaus—something about Luther and ducks.
With that confusing interaction done with, Five swung open the back door. "Shit, it's cold." He muttered.
It was true; the air had a brisk, ominous chilliness to it. How Ron had lasted this long outside without a jacket was a mystery.
"Hey," Five said, stopping in front of Ron. The brown-eyed boy stretched his toes onto the ground, stalling the swing. "I brought you something to eat."
Ron glanced st the cookies. "Did Jordan eat some?"
Five nodded. "I had him eat six."
"Thanks," Ron mumbled, and then he took the treats. "I'm glad you got him to eat."
"Does Jordan have an eating disorder?" Five blurted. "I just want to know."
Ron looked at him from the corner of his eye. "He won't ever admit it, but he does. He knows it, too. He's aware that he's got one, but he's so determined to lose weight. He's gotten a lot better lately, trying to make sure that he can still do stuff without passing out. But he doesn't listen to me when I try to get him to eat. Doesn't listen to Tate either."
"So...he does have one?" Five asked, glancing at the sunset; Ron seemed incredibly focused on it now.
"Yeah. Pretty sure it's 'cause of our mom."
"How'd that happen?"
"She calls him a pig. Fatty. Pinches his mouth or his stomach to tell him to stop eating. Stuff like that." Ron wrapped his arms around himself now, hugging tight.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Silence descends. Five isn't sure how to continue this conversation; how does one tell a little brother that, yes, his older brother kept a monumental secret—twice—from him, one of which could have significantly improved their lives, and tries to get him to go make-up?
Five hates emotions. Stupid Jordan. Getting him involved with emotions.
"Do you want me to go and make-up with Jordan?" Ron asked, turning his face to Five. For a moment, in the sunset, Five was struck by how different and similar the Reel brothers looked. They both had brown eyes of nearly indentuxal shades, freckles, and yet you could tell they where individuals. It was strange.
"I do," Five nodded, "but I won't make you."
Ron suddenly gave him a suspicious look, arching an eyebrow.
"What? I won't." Five moved onto the ground, placing his legs out in front of him and facing the sun. He leaned back on his palms, looking at the mound of fresh dirt he assumed was where all the bodies went, and smiled at Ron. "Maybe I just wanna watch the sunset."
Ron sighed. "Yeah, okay. Sure."
But he curled his fingers back around the role of the swing and pushed himself back on the swing a little.
The two sat in silence, comfortable and, honestly? Content.
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When the sun went down, Five finally got to his feet and stretched, cracking his back and yawning. "Well," He said to Ron, who glanced at him sleepily. "I do hope you consider talking things out with Jordan. He is really upset over the fact that you're upset. If you don't, I can't make you."
"You really aren't even gonna try to guilt me into it?" Ron questioned. "You actually sat out on the ground watching the sunset for no reason?"
"Well, I had a reason," Five said, tucking his hands into his pockets. "It's been a long time since I've sat down with someone and just...watched a sunset. I experienced lots of hem alone. I wondered if I'd still like them with company."
"And?" Ron arches an eyebrow. "Do you?"
Five smiled. "I suppose so."
Ron smiles back. The crickets chirp.
"Well, I guess this is goodnight." Five says, walking away. "Try to get some sleep, Ron. We've got a big, big day tomorrow! I know Diego's you're favorite, so you must be excited."
"Whatever," Ron rolled his eyes. The door swung open and shut. Five disappeared.
Ron tilts his head back and looks at the stars while he thinks.
He hadn't expected Five to come outside to talk to him—the guy really only seemed interested in Jordan, stopping the end of the world, and coffee. So, why exactly had he sat with Ron for nearly two hours, spoken once or twice, seemingly sensed he didn't wanna talk, and sat quietly on the cold ground watching the sunset?
He hadn't even pushed him to go and talk things out with Jordan. He'd suggested it, said it'd be a good thing to do, and left it alone. Told him to sleep. God. Ron didn't like Jordan having a boyfriend, even if this one seemed like a good one.
With a long, heavy sigh, Ron acknowledged that he was being a little silly. He should go and talk it out rationally with his brother.
Ron got out of the swing, rubbing his chilly arms as he entered the house. He chugged a glass of water and flicked off the kitchen lights. Vanya, Allison, and Luther where in the living room talking quietly about the plan, all three saying goodnight to him (it seemed a bit unreal, three of his idols wishing him goodnight in his living room, but, y'know, is what it is). Ben wasn't anywhere on the way, and neither was Five. Klaus was in the bathroom, Ron realized as he heard someone singing.
Frowning, Ron looked towards Jordans room, listening for any noise. Klaus's singing was mildly distracting.
Finally, Ron decided to just go and do it. So, he went to his brothers door, which was mostly shut, grabbed the doorknob and—
He froze.
"I don't know," Jordan was saying. "Maybe I've finally pissed him off enough."
"I doubt it. He didn't seem all that angry when I was with him," Five replied. "Just, I don't know...sad? How close are you two, anyways?"
No reply; Ron could practically see Jordan shrugging his shoulders.
"Huh. Does he look up to you?"
"I don't know why he would. I'm not anything special."
Ron turned on his heel and left. If Jordan couldn't reply about how close they were, if he didn't want to talk about Ron, then he didn't need to talk to him. He didn't need to apologize for storming out.
God, Ron thought as he slammed his door shut, Fuck this.
A/N:
NOT ALL IMPRESSED WITH DIS BUT O WELL