His family didn’t know, but every night, Five would sneak out to hang out with you. Sometimes you’d vape in alleyways, even though you were only 13, sometimes you’d go to the donut shop/cafe, where you’d get a chocolate donut and he’d always get a black coffee.

You even managed to get your hands on alcohol, drinking sometimes. Of course, he had stopped seeing you for a while because he had gotten caught. But one time, he brought you into his room, in the house, just so you guys could make out in his bed.

As you kissed, your tongues dancing with each other, young Luther opened the door. Five immediately tried to hide you, assuming it was his dad. But it was just his brother.

“Jesus, Luther, can you knock?”