I Was Five And He Was Six Novels & Stories

"It wasn't funny." "It was kind of funny," I rebutted. "Not at all." "So?" I asked him after my giggles had died down. "Are you going to tell me about him?" "I'm leaving." "Sol!" I laughed and pulled him back. "I'm seriously curious about both of you. Is he as old as you are?" Huffing, Sol nodded his head. "I'm only about six years older than him, I think. We grew up together." A gasp left my throat as I sat up and stared at him with wide eyes. "But you're 365 or 366 years old!"

Of course she did. I straightened and walked toward the desk, gesturing to the chair across from it. “You can sit if you want.” He hesitated, then walked over and climbed onto the chair carefully. His movements were thoughtful and controlled. Too controlled for a child his age. “How old are you?” I asked. “Six,” he replied. Then added, “Almost seven.” My chest tightened again. The timing was too close and too exact. I turned away slightly, pretending to adjust some papers while my mind raced.

He stated as if it was obvious, which it fucking was. "That’s my mate, kid." "Dad said people can have two mates." I froze, staring down at him, did he fucking just say that? My eyes flashed green, and he simply looked at me like I was a cockroach on the damn wall. "Yeah… rarely, and I assure you, a twenty-two-year-old woman is not going to be mated to a six-year-old pup." He smirked, "There’s sixteen years difference between Mama and Dad... Twenty-two take away six is?"

“Six years difference. He’s 26, I’m 20” I nod. “ Jer and I are the same age, literally. We were born on the same day in the same hospital. That’s how close our mom’s were. My mom was visiting and they both went into labor at the same time. We are more like twins, basically raised that way.” She nods. “That explains a few things then. Not why he sleeps in your room, but we’ll get to that. What about the other guys?” “What about them?” I am trying to get my breathing under control now that she isn’t growling at me. I have a headache from all the crying too.

In the pool of his blood. He remained quiet for a while before speaking again. "I was five," I turned to look at him then but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were closed and his face expressionless as he leaned his head on the headrest. "When my parents were killed, I was five. I watched it happen." Fuck! That was young. Too young. I had been fifteen when I lost my dad and I swear nothing had hurt more. But at five years old? He was just a baby! Still a baby.

“I didn’t even know this island existed, did you?” I shook my head and squeezed Mars’ hand. Just like my sister, I had not heard of this island before. It might’ve been the biggest surprise in my twenty-six years on earth, and from what I could tell, the island was way too big for me to find Mars if he would get lost. Mars was an energetic five-year-old, and I didn’t even want to take him on this cruise in the first place.

I question in a docile tone, but already sensing his next words. He nods, pulling away from my touch. "He's older, son." "He is six years old."says invoice down the, gaze falling to his feet. "Hey, look at me. What happened?" Lift your head by the chin. "I'm not a crybaby." Speak and my heart squeezes. "Did David say that?" He confirms with a nod. I suck air into my lungs slowly. "Well, it turns out that we all have our different growth process, do you understand?"

And if we had missed them, who else hadn't? The room blurred slightly. I pressed my palms against the desk, trying to steady myself. "Kane is six. He's six, Cassius." Silence stretched between us. "He's a child." My throat tightened painfully. "He still sleeps with his stuffed wolf. He still asks me to cut his pancakes into shapes. He still cries when Selena steals his blanket."

he said. “And you’ll tell me your actual name then?” I asked. “I promise,” he nodded. “Let's go.” Six turned to me. “I’m hungry,” I whined. “We’re getting food before we leave blossom. I’m not mean,” he replied. “Never said you were,” I smirked, making Five chuckle while Six rolled his eyes. “Can I get your number?” Five asked, Six sent him an icy glare. “Sure,” I said, taking his phone. “What are you going to save my name as?” Five chuckled. “Why, it only makes sense that you become Six,” I giggled.

Axle, however, does not seem to notice anything as we reach his parents. “Mom, Dad, this is Six and Theo. Six, these are my parents. My mom, Irene who you’ve already met and my Dad, Jack.” “It’s nice to see you again,” Irene says and then Jack says, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I see where Axle inherited his looks from. I would never guess that he’s got a 19 year old son. I shake both of their hands and Jack says, “Have we met before?” while tilting his head to the