#fivesdogma

(Yes I love modern AUs!)

When Dogma tells Fives that that evening he’s going to a party, the latter raises an eyebrow at him.

“You? At a party? Is this some kind of sick joke?” he asks. Ok, maybe he’s being more dramatic than he should be, but hey as long as he and Dogma have known each other he’s never gone to a party, and actually, he has made his distaste for that kind of stuff very much clear, so much that he used to send Fives very disapproving looks each time he’d say he’d go to some party with Echo or alone. It’s more than fair for him to act surprised about this revelation.

Dogma doesn’t seem to take his behavior well, though, judging by the way he rolls his eyes.

“All my college peers are going,” he says, like that explains everything.

“Omitting the fact that you called them ‘peers’ and not ‘friends’,” Fives begins, “when has that ever mattered to you?”

“I know,” Dogma replies, aware of his own aversion. “But I’ve always told them no and… I wanna try it.”

“Mmmh, makes sense, if you ask me,” Fives concludes then, patting on Dogma’s shoulder. “Just be careful or they might steal you away…”

That brings a small smile to Dogma’s face.

“Yeah, right…”

At first, Dogma thought the party was going great. Now… he’s not so sure.

Don’t get him wrong, nothing has actually changed, it’s just that… He doesn’t even know himself… It’s just overwhelming, he guesses.

He could handle things just fine before, but now as the people present have multiplied and his social battery is running out… He wants to leave.

There’s a problem though: he went to the party with his peers, since he doesn’t have a license thus he doesn’t own a car, meaning that he can’t go home on his own, and as much as he wants to leave, he knows better than to ask the person who’s brought him to take him home.

What should he do?

His first thought is to call Fives, but he’s not sure that’s the best course of action: first of all, Fives would make fun of him - Dogma knows it - and second of all… he doesn’t want to disappoint him.

It’s probably dumb, just him making stuff up in his head, but he wants to show him that he can handle himself in social situations, that he’s not a “recluse”.

For some reason he’s convinced himself that Fives must be ashamed of being with someone like him, and this is the perfect occasion for Dogma to exceed his expectations, to surprise him, but in order to do that, he can’t call him.

Is it worth it, though? Dogma can’t help but to ask himself that.

The more he stays here, the more he feels sick.

If he doesn’t leave soon, then…

Fuck it.

He calls Fives.

“Dogma?”

The first thing Dogma notices when Fives picks up, is that he sounds worried. Of course: he must be wondering what’s happening if he’s calling him while he’s supposed to “party”.

“H-Hey…” Dogma stutters, trying to find the right words to say without implicating himself too much. “Hey, so… Could you come pick me up?”

There’s silence coming from Fives’ end, but eventually he speaks again. “Too much?”

“… Yes,” Dogma sighs. At this point, there’s no reason why he should lie, not when Fives has understood immediately what’s wrong.

“Alright, Dogma, I’ll be there in a few. Wait for me!”

True to his word, Fives texts Dogma that he’s outside in such a short amount of time that Dogma begins to worry about how many speeding tickets he’s going to get. If he does, he’ll truly feel guilty about it.

He shakes his head, trying not to think about that as he makes his way outside. He’s so anxious to leave that he doesn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone, let alone the people he came to the party with, which he’ll later realize is very rude of him.

Oh well, he’ll send them a text once he gets home. For now, all he wants to do is to leave this place.

Indeed, Fives is outside, waiting for him. He smiles from inside the car once he notices Dogma, and waves his hand at him as the other approaches.

When Dogma gets inside, he can’t help but to let out a relieved sigh. Peace, finally.

“Hey.”

Dogma turns to Fives. “… Hey.”

“You’re okay?” Fives asks.

“I am now,” Dogma replies, sending Fives an apologetic smile. “Sorry for calling you…” he mutters.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” Fives replies. “You stayed in here for a long time. I’m actually quite impressed.”

He turns the car on and he looks at Dogma. “Ready to go home?”

Dogma turns his head to look at the house he just came out of from behind the car’s windows; the party seems to be going on even without him, not that he really thought that it would stop once he got out. After a moment, he turns back to Fives.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

He’s not going to lie: he’s had some fun at the party. It wasn’t entirely wasted time, but in the end, he’d rather spend some quality time alone with Fives.