Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Know...
"You're my number Five."// "Damn, I thought I was your number One."" . . Highest ranking: - #1 in Aidan Gallagher - #1 in Wattpad - #1 in umbrellaacademy (Not a fan anymore, but I'm still proud of this story, and I'm keeping it up for all you AG fans out there :)Completed