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Five usually hated road trips, he won’t lie, but there’s something about this road trip with his chaotic-ass brother that makes this one fun.
Even if they have been in the car for three days driving out of Pennsylvania. No motel, hotel or hostel anywhere in sight for miles.
Of course we had to drive through the literal middle of nowhere.
Even though Five put up a front, acting if he was pissed that they were in the middle of nowhere, he actually quite enjoyed it. Plus they had radio access so it was better than silence. Even though Klaus could talk so much his lips would fall off.
Five scoffs to himself, remembering the time Klaus had his jaw wired shut after he and Diego were being absolute dumbasses as children. Yeah he felt bad for his brother, but peace and quiet .
Klaus was singing to the song on the radio as he drove. Five didn’t know the song title, but whoever was singing it was very talented.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my old blue jeans
My father was a foolish man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing the foolish needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Now the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on the run
Whoever the man was who was singing (Klaus later explained that it was some actor named Jeremy Renner) had a very nice voice, and he does like this song.
“You look like you’re gonna fall asleep on me, Fivey,”
Five groans, realizing that he was only a few moments away from falling asleep. “Guess so…sorry, Klaus.”
“It’s fine. It’s late, anyway. Hell, I’d sleep if I could.”
“How long until we reach anywhere to sleep that isn’t the car?”
Klaus looks at the map that was sitting on the dashboard, which wasn’t the best place to put it but Klaus could see, so it’s fine.
“An hour or two.”
“Shit.”
“Go to sleep, Five. You’re tired as hell.”
“I can stay awake. I’ve managed to stay awake for weeks at a time, I can stay awake for two more hours.”
“Sleep or I’m making the ghosts haunt you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I’ll knock you out then,” Klaus jokes. “Seriously, staying up for weeks on end isn’t healthy. Go to sleep, and I’ll pick something up on the way to the motel, okay?”
“Mmph…whatever you say big brother…” Five mumbles, resting his head on the passenger-side door of the car, closing his eyes.
“Sleep well, tiny dancer. I’ll wake you up when I get some food, sounds good?”
Five nods, practically asleep already. “Sounds good.”