[forgive the lack of accuracy, I forgot half of what happened when I started writing.]

Over the past few months, you had gone emo and alcoholic. Also, ten thousand other things, like reconciling with your sister and trying to save your found-father- whom you thought dead- because he had been turned into some kind of werewolf.

All of that aside, your sister broke out of her prison cell and locked you into it. Well, she didn't break out... You let her out. Because you thought that she could change. But now, you've got no clue where she is, or what she's doing.

But Five found you, thank god. Him and all of his enforcer-general glory. Well, you became some emo wrestler and dyed your hair, so ha-ha.

There are, in truth, too many things going on for either of you to count. And maybe that's alright. Shit, it's definitely alright- only because you're making out with him. Otherwise, it would suck ass.

He's got his hand on your shoulder, and the other on your face, and he loves your stupid, boyish charm and your idiotic jokes. But still, he did kind of hook up with that other enforcer, so there's that.

You feel him pull away from your mouth, and you look at him for a second.

"I saw someone else, while you were gone-" He starts, but you shake your head, because it doesn't matter.

"Five, I don't fucking care." You say, shaking your head.