five hargreeves

It was approximately 6:00 pm Diego, your father, had asked Cinco to take care of you for a couple of hours.

You: I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. You said, looking at him with your bright, innocent eyes.

Five: How old are you? Ten? Five asked you, looking at you in disbelief.

You: Twelve. You corrected him.

Five: I'm twenty-one, what will Diego say if he finds out that's how you talk to his brother?

You: "That's her"

Five: And what is your mom going to say?

You: "I don't blame her."

Five: And what is my girlfriend Delores going to say?

You: Not much.

Five: Linda, what do you think is going to happen between us? I have a girlfriend, I'm almost ten years older than you, and I don't like you.

You: Yet. Let me buy you dinner.

Five: You're coming for me on your tricycle. And no, thank you, I don't like Chuck E. Cheese.

You: I'm going by Uber.

Five: Do they even let you use Uber?

You remained silent for several seconds.

You: Nobody has to find out.

Beep, beep. Diego's car hooted, and a few seconds later he entered the house.

Five: There it is, your dad is here for you.

Diego: Hello, Cinco, how are you?

Five: Fine, and you? He spoke loudly from upstairs, then turned to look at you. Come on, don't keep him waiting.

You: See you in six years. You said and left with Diego.

Five: Why six? He asked himself, quickly understanding. Tss, that wee. He scoffed.

Exactly six years passed; you hadn't even turned eighteen yet. You plucked up your courage and went to where he lived. You knocked on the door and waited patiently. He opened the door. He looked almost the same, only his hair was a little longer.

You: Hello! You greeted him with a proud look.

Five: Hello? Can I help you with anything?

You: I never knew, what do you have against Chuck E. Cheese?

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