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@gabegoodmcn
I am flame and I am fire; I am destruction, decay, and desire I'll hurt you... I'll heal you. I'm your wish, your dream come true And I am your darkest nightmare too...
#gabegoodmcn — an independent and canon divergent interpretation of GABE GOODMAN from NEXT TO NORMAL — established March 2024 — adored by STARRY — 25+, she/her — mutuals only — beta editor
RULES. ABOUT. VERSES. MEMES. STARTERS.
continued from here - @ausglas
"You sound like such a martyr, Nat. Don't you ever get tired of lashing out at everyone? Really, nobody can even talk to you without you jumping down their throats." It was why he jabbed at her, made these little remarks to set her on edge; it was so easy. The two of them were like water and oil —Natalie, the boring, unchanging water that tried to flow a certain way without thinking about where it was going, and Gabe, the oil, dark and tainted in ways he couldn’t possibly decipher. He hadn't always been like this, mind you. He had once been someone better, nicer— or so he thought. Maybe he was delusional (hah, that was a word that may as well be synonymous with Goodman at this point), and he’d actually always been this way?
...Who could really tell?
“What have I taken from you, hm? Lay out every single piece of unfair treatment you think you’re going through.” He leaned in. “Use your words instead of getting pissy at me for everything that goes wrong in your life.” Brown hair fell into his eyes, an angelic face turning her way. On the surface, he was befitting of his name, but there was a darkness there that had started to brew, just bubbling and waiting to erupt in a way that might just destroy him.
“How do we solve this little problem that we call our lives?”
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"urgh, don't - you say it like anybody in hollywood's got, like- like any creativity anymore." there's a grin that flutters into place, looking in his direction. somehow she's got a feeling that he's sort of on the same wave with shit like that, even if she thinks their tastes probably sit an ocean apart. who cared? it's not about the substance but about the way you LOVE A THING. "they're probably cooking up a like... toy story 6 or something. wait. did we get a 5? i can't even... fuck. i can't even keep track anymore."
there's a laugh that bubbles up within her chest, looking at him with a rolling rock of her shoulders. "ooooh i mean out here, you will for sure. it gets like... fucking hot in the summers. and the fall, and, like, all year around. it's awesome, i guess. but. i mean, i would have never seen SNOW if it hadn't been for family vacations to visit like, my dad's side out east." blink. oh. outdoors? "you should see the orange orchards out here. they stretch for fucking miiiiles... if you ever wanna get lost, that's the place to do it."
outdoors, flying away. she loved when she could just DISAPPEAR sometimes.
slotting her hands within the warmth of her pockets, she swings within her step, a stumbling one and a half ahead of him. "surfing? like. maybe a couple times as a kid, but like..." eyes bug out wide. that sucking of her lower lip that melts into a grin, she laughed, making it clear just how DISASTROUS an affair that had been. "kinda wish i was good at it though. yanno? seems kinda freeing, being out there on the waves. like. i imagine that shit must be so... calming." and she kinda loves the idea of that. "wh... well, anyways. gotta find good things in a move, right? fuck. i like, have never been new like that before. kinda wonder, like, would you not wanna start things like a clean slate sort of deal?"
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With images of orange orchards and hot days spent learning to surf now filling his head, Gabe was open to seeing it all. He'd already made friends here, but that was easy enough for him — sociable, friendly, had fantastic taste in music, and a sense of humor that bordered on wacky just enough to keep it fresh.
Maybe that was why he'd naturally gravitated towards Rue.
It didn't matter that they'd met under weird circumstances with him throwing up his entire stomach and her chasing a cocaine high. Gabe just felt they were kindred spirits. The conversation flowed well; they both yapped bullshit, but in a way that kept things interesting and made him want to discover more about her.
"Well, who says you have to wait for a big move before you can start over? What's stopping us from becoming a new person every day?" It wasn't like somebody held a rule book over their heads, ready to slam it down on their skulls for daring to want a change in their lives.
"I swear I re-invent my personality every three to five working days." But he also forgot things, too. A lot, actually. It was kinda weird. Kinda fucking him up. He had these random lapses in memory. Obvious things that he knew he shouldn't forget. Like his mom's birthday. His dad's job title. His sister's favorite band that he always made fun of.
"When's your birthday?" He asked suddenly, his easy-going smile and his bright eyes a perfect mask to conceal the thoughts going on inside his noggin. If he asked her birthday, would he even remember it in a few days? Maybe he'd write it down. Yeah, good plan. "Because I've just now decided to take you surfing for it." A bold thing to say to someone he'd literally met an hour ago, but what was the point in lingering in the early stages of friendship when they could just avoid all that weird awkwardness that came with it? "Your friends can come, too."
im the perfect stranger who knows you too well...
gabe goodman and his family
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gabe being on stage for this scene was genuinely so gut wrenching i had to take a break
"i meannnn -" the grin is there again - and it's all too clear, rue's PRETTY HAPPY with the arrangement. sometimes? life just kinda... works out. and it's nice like that, like, how it was with fez, who still let her buy and buy even when she didn't have the cash for it. it's like, making friends with the right people can make all the difference, doesn't it? which is why she's trying to figure it out ; what's gabe's angle? though...
he just seems like a NICE GUY. which is a nice change of pace in east highland.
"shit, if you're a vampire, shit might track, you're pale as milk. i think cali might change that though." the hot summer sun never seems to leave here, save the chill nights, the empty space there where SEASONS ought to exist. she kind of liked it ; the only time she'd ever really seen snow was with a friend on a train, whisking themselves off across the country, believing that they could run away from it all. "i mean do all cannibals look like hannibal lector? personally i think cannibals got it wrong. people seem like poison. why eat that?" in more ways than one, she supposes.
"oh... what? did a like, steak kill your family or something?" it's a bad joke ; rue grows quiet, then shrugged slightly, a chagrined smile. "sorry... i mean, cool? so then like, in terms of BREAKFAST FOODS, definitely more of a chicken and waffles kinda guy. i got it." rue tucks that knowledge away, along with everything else. "ok. so that's foods, and like... a bunch of shit. how about like, what's your favourite thing to do on your own? like, hobbies and shit? what are you into?"
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"A rampaging, murderous steak... don’t say that too loud, or Hollywood might hear and turn it into a five-part movie series." Man, why did movies suck these days? It was all just remakes nobody asked for with the saturation turned way down. Come on, inject a little color into things!
"I'm into sports, like soccer, so I guess my vampire skin will tan soon enough." The California heat was no joke, but he didn’t mind it. The warmth made him feel more alive... which was a weird thing to think, so he kept it to himself. "I like outdoorsy stuff, which is probably why I dragged you out here like this." It was typical of him to want to go to a party and then instantly feel like leaving, as if to escape it. He always felt torn between two moods—it made his head throb.
"You know what I've been wanting to try? Surfing. Never done it before, but I may as well give it a shot now that I'm here. Ever been surfing, Rue?" There were sharks in the ocean here, right? When he did go surfing, he'd stick near the shore so that he wouldn’t end up on the news as the bloodied, wrecked-up victim of some extreme shark attack.
"ummmmm - what?" it's like her brain stutters, she feels temporarily unmoored. laughing awkwardly until she got it, her head tilting with her expression curious, maybe, after the night they'd had. what was he into, anyways? strangers, sure, but whatever. they're sharing drugs, they're going on random walks, she might as well, like, get to know him so that if they're on the way to some random spot, that she doesn't just end up some kind of LOCAL NEWS CHANNEL TRAGEDY by the end of the weekend. "do you play a lot or something?"
he seems sort of like the glass half full kind of person. talking about the positives, the silver linings, but like, rue already knows. people fucking hate leaving shit hanging, awkward, while she knew how to work within it, stretch it... few people realized how you could get out of so many situations, by allowing things to slide, slippery, into awkward grounds, most people simply couldn't STAND IT. "yeah. it's nice until like... everyone knows your business. and never fuckin' like... lets you forget it. until you never really escape your mistakes. i dunno. it'd be nice to do that whole... fresh start bullshit... you know?"
well, yeah, not EVERYONE gets that. shitty. whatever. that's fucking life.
the night's punctured by her laughter, her squinting expression, puzzled but amused. he's funny, this guy. "like yanno, in the simpsons or something? yeah sure. but no, seriously it's not seriously like that. people here just like... i dunno. it's a place that's kinda big but small enough, you know? everyone goes to the same stores and shows off what LITTLE MORE they got then anybody else and feels like big shit in a small town or whatever. like... but it's... it's got nice parts to it. like. places to bike around and lots of like, cool places to just... you know. hang out. i go to the convenience store a lot, one of my friends, like, works the counter. he's pretty cool, plus he always gives me a discount on drinks, yanno? uhhh... but yeah, guess it depends what you're into. which. what are you into??? you're not some like, cannibal or whatever, right?" that nervous laugh - it escapes her.
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She was an interesting girl—kinda weird, but not in a bad way. The only kind of weird that was truly off-putting was when people lacked social awareness and made everyone around them uncomfortable. Like incels, predators, and all the weirdos in between.
"You've got a good thing going then. Free drinks whenever you want? A massive win." An easy grin spread across his face—that was Gabe Goodman's style. Always the happy-go-lucky type, with the uncanny ability to treat his problems like they were nothing more than minor inconveniences. Just annoying little blips in his life that he'd always be able to work through, no questions asked.
When she asked if he was a potential cannibal, he bared his teeth, playful and ready to tease. They'd known each other long enough, so why not? Life was too short to stay in that awkward pre-friendship phase of wondering whether or not to let your real personality show.
"Although," he said after a moment of realisation, "I don't know why I'm baring my teeth. You said cannibal, not vampire." Not quite the same thing, was it? A laugh echoed in the evening air as Gabe shook his head, hands shoved deeper into his pockets. "I guess anyone could be a cannibal, but I don’t think I pull off the look." What did a stereotypical cannibal even look like? Shifty eyes and sickly skin? Gabe hoped he didn’t look like that, though he probably wasn’t at his best after all the drinking he’d done tonight.
"I don't even eat a lot of meat. Well, red meat. I’m more of a chicken kind of guy."
"i mean like, everyone thinks they're weird in some kinda way. one of my friends said once, it's just about how much you fake it... or... wait. i think that's what she said." that's maddy for you, the confidence shining through her, REGARDLESS of what life threw at her. bad boyfriends, a strained family situation, maddy seemed immovable, a force that simply could only be reckoned with. once upon a time, she thinks she might have been jealous of that, but honestly, the shine of that, she thinks, would have been unfuckingbearable. how does she do it? well - it's not like she'd know if it wasn't perfect regardless, maddy wasn't one to let all that many into where there were softer parts of her now.
BETRAYAL makes them all a little bit harder, she supposes.
outside feels sobering. cool against hot skin, where she realizes that sweat slicks to her forehead, her neck. is it the drugs, or something else? rue, doesn't want to really think about that too deeply... that's a problem for later, in different moments when she comes face to face with some inevitable hurdle. mom, maybe awake later then she expected, or gia wanting to just TALK about something. these things, all these things, coming to a terrible halt on the ride she's on. she kind of wonders if he gets it, he seems to, this like, wayward and lost boy amongst east highland's streets...
"oh, uhhhh... yeah? yeah, sure." right, that's a snap, too, a remembrance that they got nowhere to go, but everything to gain. what's to lose, right? unless he's really some kind of PSYCHO KILLER TYPE, but uh, she kind of doubts it. rue likes to think that she gets it, like, how could that happen to her? and she's like, totally fast. so... yeah. what the hell. "i've lived in east highland like... all my life. i kinda feel jealous of you, it's kinda like really getting a fresh start when you move, right?"
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"Yeah, feels like you're starting a new save or something." Typical teenage boy talk, relating pretty big huge life situations with something like video games. But finding stuff like that, even if was dumb, to draw comparisons to was how he tried to make sense of the world. That was how Gabe worked best — downplay big decisions, use humor as a way of avoidance, generally strive towards being as laidback as possible.
"I mean, I get feeling jealous but isn't it sorta nice to live somewhere all your life? You have all your friends here." But he supposed the opposite could be said, too. What if she grew up with someone, known them since they were babies, and then it all went wrong? A friendship severed and bad blood forming between them. Then there was no real way of escaping the awkward encounters that followed unless one of them moved away. Gabe wasn't one for the drama of growing up, but that didn't mean he was fortunate enough to get out of the line of fire sometimes. It was a normal part of life and all that, but, man, he just didn't have the energy for the bullshit.
"Show me some of your spots around here," He said suddenly, like a switch had flipped in his brain and now he was already moving onto the next subject, not someone to really stay on one topic without getting distracted by another popping into his mind. "Unless it's top-secret spots that I'm not allowed in." He turned to face her as he walked backwards, an easy grin on his features. "You know how characters have cool treehouse hideouts in those coming-of-age movies from, like, the 80s? You got any place like that?"
Jack Wolfe as Gabe Next to Normal, London (Donmar Warehouse)
how have I never seen this rehearsal photo before I feel sick why would they do this to me
"until you name me you can't tame me this is one old game that I can play so well"
NEXT TO NORMAL at Wyndham's Theatre (2024) 📹: @mttztrading
it makes her feel like a librarian herself. could this be her in a few years? away somewhere handing out books to people like sticky pieces of candy? comedies, comedies, comedies. ❝ did you ever read romana and beezus? i liked those when i was younger. i know they're children's books, but if children can read adult books, then older people can read their books too. ❞ she scans over the library, beginning in a direction. ❝ beverley cleary also wrote a series about a boy and his dog. ❞
❝ agatha christie wrote a lot with twists. ❞ the mysteries she's read are few and far between. ❝ hers are scary, though, ❞ she says in a softer tone than normal. why would she choose to scare herself further when she is already constantly afraid? is gabe that type? johanna glances behind her. perhaps it is his smile or his willingness to let his head go spinning while reading that yes, he does seem like the type who would like it.
❝ we call soccer "football," ❞ she admits. johanna pauses to hold her breath as they past the librarian's desk. she shrugs. ❝ did they have stories in them? articles about the players or anything like that? i think they count. people read non-fiction, too. ❞ only heaven knows how many books on the topic of birds she's torn through. she's always craved the world. words on a page feel like an invitation.
"I don't think I've heard of that one." He immediately thought of Beelzebub the demonic figure, which probably wasn't worth mentioning, especially when Johanna went on to say that Agatha Christie books were scary. He knew those books; hadn't read any of them but he'd seen episodes of some tv show they did on them when he was a kid. His grandmother was a huge fan.
"Yeah, they do profiles on players and go into their background. Like, how they were inspired to play and all that. I could tell you a hundred facts about soc— football." He winked, amused by the difference, even if it wasn't a big deal. He wondered what it would be like to get into American football but that wasn't anything he was into. And his soccer coach would flip if he heard Gabe was even considering it.
"I always liked those Choose Your Own Adventure books. I know they're mainly for kids, but who cares, right? Like you said, if kids can read adult books, why can't it be the other way around?" They had a ton of video games that followed that format, too. Each choice was supposed to lead the player down different paths until they got one of multiple endings. Depending on the game, the choices didn't really seem to make much of a difference, though, so there was still room for the medium to develop.
"Do you ever play video games? There are ones that are visual novels that you might like. They're like books that you can interact with, in a way."
"do you feel it then?" she wonders. something. anything. that's how it was for her, a perpetual chase for something that seemed to settle ill within her veins. it wasn't easy, the way she hopes it would be, but things rarely ever were for anybody - why would it be different? rue finds that she really, like, enjoys watching other people in a way. observing them, the ways that they reacted to one another. like she was learning herself, half the time, what normal looked like - so that she could mime those very SAME ACTIONS when it counted. when she was too high to know how to sound or what to do, she could hard reset into herself to function, more or less, for hours...
and this guy seemed like someone who had the same GRAB BAG of problems in a way, but drugs like. fixed it for him. it's almost an enviable position to be in, and she can't help but wonder how he managed to get so lucky for it. but what does she know about him? just that he's like, a guy. who does drugs. which is sort of nice because she doesn't really have people to do that with anymore since fez got all annoying about her relapsing, like, as if rehab keeps you clean... that's the lie your loved ones tell themselves, as you grind yourself into dust for the thing you cannot help but love... what an affair that was, to be submerged within.
if only she was poetic enough for that, but frankly, she's stuck in the hurt, the ache, the things that consume her because time was relevant and to her, the small things were so large in magnitude, in comparison. what had she really lived? but perhaps what mattered more was WHAT HAVE YOU LOST? that stood at the core of all of them. though he seems, like, kinda too fun to really get all mucked up in that bullshit, didn't he? he's already stumbling with his ability to get up, but when he does ( hanging on, barely, to the handle of the door ), rue's applauding, a grin spreading wider across her features. "don't be weird. that's all i ask." it's a mild ask, she doesn't expect it to be respected. it rarely is, as the door opens to the bathroom and rue lights up another joint, letting that be what permeates across the space, as if to dispel any gossip along with the way the smoke faded away in the air. "um. you're not so bad. we should hang out again if you're ever... uh... free."
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"What's wrong with being weird? Well, I guess it depends on what type of weird." Because there was the good type of weird that made it funny to be with your buddies, doing stupid shit that didn't really matter. "I'm not a bad kind of weird, so you're good." What was the definition of that anyway? He wasn't a creepy weirdo, if that's what she meant.
"Yeah? I mean, I'm down for that. Would be good to have someone to look out for me the next time I'm at one of these parties." Although, Gabe felt like he'd sobered up a bit since he first flung himself into the bathroom. "We can look out for each other." Even if neither of them were particularly qualified for that when they currently both looked like they'd been hit with trucks, but it was the thought that counted.
"I thought we were going out for fresh air," He laughed, nodding to the blunt. Whatever, it wasn't like the actual air outside was probably much better what with the amount of people hanging around. As they headed downstairs with nobody paying attention to them (good) Gabe was suddenly overcome with a desire to go and do something. It was like a lift in his mood that energized his spirit and made him want to run out the door and do cartwheels on the lawn. Maybe it was the result of having made a new friend on this random night. Either way, he was itching to just go, go, go.
"I'm thinking of ditching and seeing where I can go. You wanna come?" He didn't have a destination in mind but the best nights always started with no plans and spontaneous bursts of pure energy.
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@gabegoodmcn cont.
❝ i don't. ❞
getting in trouble means being sent to the principal's office which could mean getting sent to the safety officer for their school which could mean getting arrested which means juvenile detention which means... no leaving with diploma in hand on the last day of school. johanna can already see the disappointed look on her guardian's face. oh, goodness, she could be tried as an adult! her guardian could visit her in prison and---
library? oh, right! ❝ yes... i like to read. ❞ said with a sharp inhale. ( why does she have to remind herself that she isn't in trouble, that there aren't any shackles around her wrists? ) ❝ i know it's not everyone's favorite though. ❞ a small smile, despite the fact that she doesn't really understand some people's aversion to the hobby. why rot in this reality when a new one is just a page turn away? ❝ if you ever want to get back into it, i have a few i could recommend. ❞
he looks like he plays sports. not that it's a bad thing---just an observation! johanna doesn't know much about athletes and the only sports she knows anything about are because of gym ( usually participating through tears ). gabe is the kind of athlete to participate in clubs centered around keys. that fact lets her relax slightly around him. ❝ oh? what do you play? ❞
but she keeps her voice to a whisper as they step into the library and she wishes they could turn the scent of smelling books for the first time into a candle. ❝ wig out? ❞ brows furrow. ❝ i don't know what that means. ❞
"Yeah, you could give me some recommendations! You know, I like funny books or ones with good plot twists. Sci-fi is pretty cool, too." Gabe knew it wasn't really his responsibility to make sure she settled in but he wanted to help her. If talking books would help her feel more at ease in this new environment, then he was all for it.
"I play center midfielder for the soccer team." Oh, uh, Johanna probably didn't know what that was, right? Eh, it wasn't anything he'd talk her through unless she wanted to hear more. "It takes up a lot of my time, so it's hard to sit down and read books. I used to collect soccer magazines but does that really count?" He supposed reading anything was still counted as reading. Didn't the teachers say that even reading on your iPad or phone was a good first step for anyone who struggled? But somehow Gabe didn't think reading TikTok captions would help any of them improve their reading comprehension...
"Eh? Oh, wig out means to, like, act out in a crazy way," Gabe replied, also lowering his voice. More so Mrs. Wiggins didn't actually hear him explain the definition, otherwise she'd probably call him out on it. "A sort of irrational way of acting, I guess." He gestured for Johanna to wander on ahead if she wanted — he wouldn't be too far behind. If this was her domain, he'd happily let her take the lead.
