PAUSE! ? FIVE HARGREEVES ?

"Well, we can't go back to the house." Luther said.

At the moment, we were walking down the alleyway to Diego's house. We were planning on back to the Academy, but Diego remembered that Hazel and Cha-Cha attacked them, so we were to his house instead. 

Having drunk Five in your hand may sound easy, but in reality, it is more annoying than you think. 

Some people, when they get drunken, they don't know what is right or wrong, but for Five, he completely forgets who you are. Though, It may have been because the alcohol was strong to Five's 13 year old body. 

That's my other issue. He is mentally 30 years old, but is physically 13. I was afraid something might happen to him. But, that wasn't on my mind, at the moment.

Five, scooped in my arms, kept playing with my chin, squeezing my cheeks, and occasionally drooling on me. It was very annoying. 

Drunk Five had also forgotten my name. He would say "Who's this pretty girl?" or "Lean down, sweetheart". For the love of god, why is he so annoying?

"It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment." Luther continued. "My place is closer." Diego said. "No one will look for them there."

As we continued to walk, Five kept burping and I kept hearing churns in this stomach. "I swear, if you vomit on me. . ." I threatened. 

He completely ignored me. "You know what's funny?" Five slurred in his words while stretching his head back. "Aah!" He said in a weird odd tone. "I'm going through puberty." He said, making me roll my eyes. "Twice."

After a moment of silence, Five retorted to going back to squeezing my cheeks. "Can someone tell me who's this pretty girl? I need to date her now" He yet again slurred. 

This time, my cheeks filled with red blush. Five, his drunk self realizing, started laughing. "Do I make yo nervous?"

Instead of answering, I looked away and coughed, trying to make my red filled cheeks go away.

"And I...I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked. "That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye." He said childishly. "Poof, it's gone."

I looked down at the boy in my arms. I felt bad. Really bad. Maybe, if I never came into his life in the first place, maybe, just maybe, he could have saved the world. Five would have never dranken. And I sure would have been happier being on my own.

"What are you guys talkin' about?" Five asked out of the blue. "Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night." Diego said. "They came looking for you and Y/N."

"Who's Y/N?" Five asked while trying to "boop" my nose. "Your girlfriend." 

"Diego!" I yelled angrily. Five started smiling wildly while stroking Delores's waist. 

Diego, seeing that I was flustered and couldn't talk, decided to continue. "So I need you to focus." Diego stated strictly. "Diego, he's drunk, we can talk to him lat-" I started, but was soon cut off by Diego. "What do they want?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Hazel and Cha-Cha" Five said. His eyes showed that he would doze off soon. "Who?" Diego asked. "You know, I hate code names." Luther retorted. "Ah, the best of the best."

"Except for me, of course." Five said. I looked down at the boy in my hands, was he self conscious too? I thought it was just me. But, of course, he is drunk, and I can't determine anything. "The best of what?" Diego asked. "You know, Delores always said she hated when I drink."

"You should've made me a Shirley..." He mimicked Delores. "Hey!" Diego yelled, seeing that Five often went off track. "Hm? Yeah?" Five slurred. "What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want? We just wanna protect you."