NEXT TIME, ITâLL BE YOUR FACE.. GABRIEL. Now, fuck off. Go eat some of your beloved potato chips or something.. promise another girl you could show her the world. Are they still falling for that? â Wouldnât surprise me, you always did know how to turn the charm on.. how to hide the greeseball you really are. Whatever. Iâve got things to do. Goodbye.
Thereâs a fucking gaggle of spiders in my bathtub and I refuse to go anywhere in there until theyâve all been savagely murdered. If you see a towel clad blonde wandering around Brooklyn, no worries Iâm not crazyâŚwell not too crazy
      âITâS CALLED HAVING A LIFE FITZ. You might want to try it out sometime, who knows maybe youâll like living out here in the real world more than wherever it is The Flashlight comes from. ââ ââ Oh stop, youâll make me blush but now that we are on the subject, have engraved on your headstone will you? After all your death should revolve around me just like everything else should.â
The Flash, is a comic book. And Iâm usually reading it, you guessed it, outside. My gravestone will read, Gabriel Fitz, in memory of Caitlin Moore, the greatest person in the world.Â
     ONE OF THE FEW THINGS THAT REMAINED the same about Sam is her sassy attitude. Sarcasm was like a second language to her. That wouldnât change. âShe could use a soul to feed on, Iâd offer her yours but that wouldnât fill her upâ joked the dirty blonde. âOn a serious note sheâs doing well.â Quite a few people were afraid of Samanthaâs grandmother but honestly while the old woman could be quite stubborn she had the biggest heart. âI have my ways, and besides itâs the upper east side, secrets donât stay secrets for long. Especially if youâre the one spreading them. Not indicating that you spread your own secrets or anything⌠Especially if youâre gossip girl but than that wouldnât be such a shocker spreading your secrets to keep everyone off your track.â That last part was a joke, Sam didnât think Gabe was actually Gossip Girl.  She knew better. âI have this feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me that since my leaving you lost your way. You poor little lost puppy!  Itâs a miracle that youâre still standing â
Rolling his eyes lazily at her humor, he leaned back against the chair, looking at her. He didnât say a single word or even change is expression, except for the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âWho told you that?â His curiosity was always his downfall. But he knew she had just moved back so who could have possibly told her that? âI mean it would make sense, I have no secrets so I very well could be Gossip Girl. What a twist, imagine?â Gabriel sighed, remembering how hard it was not to follow her when she left the city. He could have, if he asked his parents, they would have and still would, give him anything he asked for. But he hadnât been ready to leave the city, not yet anyways. âThings havenât been the same without you, Iâll give you that. But lost my way? Never. Iâm doing just fine on my own.â
 THAT VOICE SOUNDED EERILY FAMILIAR to Samantha. No that canât be him. Looking up it was indeed Gabe Fitz. Her dear old friend whom she hadnât spoken to since leaving the upper east side . âI would have thought you  were my grandmotherâ the dirty blonde smirked. âSeeing as sheâs pretty much the only other person that calls me Samantha.â Honestly her grandmother called EVERYONE by their proper name. âPeachy fucking keen. Been awhile, Iâd ask how you are but I already know the answer to that questionâŚ.â
Smirking as their eyes made contact, he shook his head lightly. âThere she is,â he replied, in response to her words. He was glad that her attitude still held that same amount of sass he remembered. âHow is she by the way? Doing well, I hope.â Their families had often gathered together when they were younger, Gabe could distinctly remember the two of them spending their days roaming the streets of the Upper East Side without a care in the world. But that was then and now, well, now everything was different. He was different. âHow would you know I was deathly ill or in the middle of a gruesome legal battle with some asshole who wants money from Fritos? Hmm?â He was curious to know how she thought he was doing after all these years.
How many times must we go over this. Youâre not going to do anything so just stop trying to threaten me because at this point it doesnât do a thing.
      SALTY ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY? Your only friend being your limo? ââ Oh yeah totally, I mean just look at the tears in my eyes. I too dream about being an asshole, with no friends⌠please oh please Gabriel teach me your ways.
       IS THIS THE PART WHERE, Iâm supposed to know who The Flash is? 30 minutes? Oh very well, have your lousy thirty minutes. ââ But the next time someone asks if Iâve ever been nice to you, remember this moment.
K-pop is Korean pop. Like, pop songs from groups in Korea that for whatever reason Americans like to listen to even though Iâm 99% sure none of them speak Korean. Is he really? That makes him about three thousand times cooler and Iâm definitely sitting up front with him. And that may be the post pretentious thing Iâve ever heard in my entire life. Have you ever even taken it? Have you ever experienced what itâs like to get somewhere in 5 minutes? Or has your highness always lived a miserable life of New York limo traffic?
First of all, why would I be listening to Korean music. Second of all. Thereâs no way in hell youâre playing it while Iâm the car. Leave Esteban alone. I pay him good money to not fuck around while heâs on the clock. Itâs true. But you wouldnât know anything about that would you? No, you wouldnât. I donât take the limo everyday, Iâm not stupid. I also have a helicopter.
Full Name:Â Gabriel Fitzgerald. But I hate both of those.
Nicknames: Just Gabe or just Fitz.Â
Date of birth:Â October 31st, no Iâm just kidding. June 14th.
Hometown:Â Manhattan, born and raised. Unless you count the summers I spent in Ireland.
Sexuality:Â Straight, but I can appreciate a good looking guy when I see one.Â
Occupation:Â Spending money on shit I donât need.
RELATIONSHIPS
What is your relationship with your parents like? Good I guess? Dad works a lot, mom is always at some expensive retreat or spa.
Do you have any siblings? If so, what is your relationship with them? If not, what member of your family are you closest to? Only child, thank god. I donât think I can share what I have with a sibling. That would have been super annoying. My grandpa is pretty cool. Heâs retired in Ireland with my grandma. Theyâre both great.
What is your relationship status? Single, but Iâm looking to change that. Thereâs this girl, I donât want to jinx it or anything but, thereâs someone.
Have you ever been in love? I thought I was once, but, I was wrong.Â
Do you miss anyone? Yeah, this pet hamster I had, his name was Bob.Â
Top 3 best friends: Me, myself and I. I have friends, people I associate with, but thatâs it.
Do you have any enemies: If you ask anyone in the UES who they hate the most, theyâd probably say me.Â
PERSONALITY
Positive traits: I guess Iâm funny, attentive and Iâm a great listener.
Negative traits: Iâm dishonest, I canât keep my mouth shut and Iâm a spoiled brat honestly.
Biggest fear? Um, hmm, I donât think I have one. I know itâs weird but now that youâre asking me I donât think I really have something to fear you know? What like spiders or fear or heights or something like that? I use to have a pet tarantula and I go sky diving all the time.
Do you have any regrets? No. Because at the time it was what I wanted. So, no.
What are your hobbies? Sky diving, rock climbing, flying around in my helicopter, people watching, a lot of stuff really, I do a little bit of everything.
Likes/dislikes? I like eating, kissing cute girls, I like watching people fight or argue, I like spending money. There isnât really anything in particular that I donât like.
What are your hopes, dreams and plans for the future? I want to turn 25 to inherit whatâs mine and I want to get the hell out of NYC, pardon my french, thereâs a nice house in Ireland waiting for me.
âIâM NOT SLEEPING. Iâm just resting my eyesâ Â Why didnât I just go to bed at a decent hour? The dirty blonde asked herself. Oh right because she had a pretty important finale that she could not afford to fail. The struggles of a college student. Just wait until youâre out of school Sam, adulthood doesnât get any easier. She had to fight back the urge to whine. Canât wait. I really need a drink.
âAs I live and breathe Iâve never seen anything more beautiful.â Gabriel smiled at the familiar face sitting alone at a table in the massive library. Inviting himself to her study session, he pulled a chair out and sat across from her. âHello Samantha Caldwell.â Leaning back, he grinned, folding his hands on top of his stomach. âHow are we on this fine, lovely day.âÂ
