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[mattymonroeisms]

[aainsworth]

+ @gabeandrei

Arthur had to take a deep breath after reading that headline that had popped on his phone screen on his way to work. His free hand moved up to his face, rubbing it, trying to remove the stress that came along with those news before turning around and heading back to the subway station he had left about five minutes ago. Placing a quick call to his boss, claiming that he had a family emergency, which wasn’t a lie, Arthur made his was to the hospital where Gabe was. He didn’t have flowers or ‘get well soon’ cards, but at least he was meaning to pay visit to his cousin. Gabe and his family had been there for him and his mother when his father had left, so he felt compelled to pay it back somehow. Besides, despite their differences, he quite enjoyed Gavril’s company now that they were fully grown men with less time in their hands to waste scraping their knees.

From inside the train, he was able to hack into the Hospital poorly built system through his phone and download the patient’s list in order to obtain the number of the room Gabe was staying in. Obviously, the hospital’s entrance was filled with photographers and reporters, but once he had made it through the horde of zombies and was finally inside, Arthur introduced himself and asked to see the patient of the room 304, which, according to the list on his phone, was taken. Although he hated lying, Arthur also figured that lying about who he was visiting would be easier than trying his luck with saying that he was there for Gavril. Once he had taken his visitor’s tag, he made his way to his cousin’s room and knocked a couple of times, before letting himself in.

          “Hey...” Arthur awkwardly raised one hand upon seeing Gabe fluttering his eyes open. “Sorry I didn’t bring anything... How are you feeling, man? You know--all things considered.”

[whitsgigi-blog]

chance encounters / gabe

This was not the most pleasant of mornings, and she’d realized that the moment her mother insisted that they started going to church again. Gigi assumed it was purely for her mother’s guilty concise, something that she didn’t care much to ease and never had. Besides, it was never anything she’d done to make herself uncomfortable, only her mother. While her mother was begging for forgiveness for her or whatever the hell she wanted to think she was doing, Gigi was going to do church her way.

She had never cared much for organized clubs, gatherings, religions or anything of that matter, but there was something so infuriating being in such a small and suffocating place that didn’t let her express herself freely, instead it was a pretty clear divide on the people that attended church regularly and then there was the kids like her, a group of outsiders that didn’t relate to the small percent of kids that actually believed in things that she didn’t think actually existed (though she let them believe what they wanted. Who was she to tell them it was pretty fucking stupid to their face?)

Pulling the pack of cigarettes from the small purse strapped over her shoulder, she retrieved the lighter next, flicking it several times before she realized it was actually dead. Letting out a huff, knowing she needed the cigarette more than ever, knowing being trapped with her own thoughts was never a good idea, she looked to her side, slightly startled at the new presence beside her. Well, she thought to herself, it’s worth a shot.

“You got a light?”

[samuel--rivera-blog]

I Shot The Sheriff, But I Did Not Shoot The Deputy | Gabe and Samuel

Samuel was wondering the streets in a half daze. He was higher than any kite could go, and just as equally inebriated. He'd been making a bit of a ruckus and finally the neighborhood watch people could no longer take the obnoxious disruption. Someone called the police, Samuel could hear the obnoxious sirens.

[terrance-cane-blog]

Terrance and Gabriel | Promotions

For the next week, Terrance's life as mayor was about to become exceedingly more busy. There was a town ball to plan, a retiring sheriff to honor, and a new sheriff and deputy to promote. 

Having spoken to the soon-to-be-retired sheriff, Terrance learned from him who would best fill his boots, and that of the deputy's. He had his secretary call both the current deputy, and the police officer who would be promoted, and asked them both to come to City Hall.

[kelley-mills]

Highway to Hell | Kelley and Gabe

It had been a long time since Kelley Mills had been in Rockhall. Her family had moved years ago, but now she was an adult, making her own life decisions, and of course, everything was bringing her back to the place she called home.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she grinned. This was it. This was home. And being back home felt better than the blonde could've ever previously imagined.

Of course, with all the excitement came adrenaline, and with adrenaline, she may have gone an eensy teensy bit over the speed limit. But this was Rockhall! Who cared, right?

...Wrong. Very wrong. Cursing silently under her breath, she bowed her head and waited for the police officer to to make their way over, her window already rolled down.

[yourprincess-wendy]

We can make the stars dance || Wendy and Gabe

Wendy estava sentada tipicamente na primeira carteira do laboratório de biologia, com suas pernas cruzadas, enquanto as mãos ficavam sobre a carteira, com o dedo tamborilando sem parar esperando pelo professor entrar na sala. Talvez agora ela devesse começar a sentar no fundo da sala e conversar com pessoas diferentes, para tentar mudar seu jeito típico, chato e comportado. Mas aquilo era mas do que tudo um hábito, e esse não seria mudado tão cedo, certo? Infelizmente. Logo o professor entrou na sala. Ele dizia que teriam de fazer duplas e fazer um projeto que pudesse ver se a mudança de algum fator na rotina, hábito ou até mesmo local poderia causar alguma mudança no corpo. No momento que a proposta foi colocada, uma ideia já estava na mente de Wendy: peixes. Ela deu um sorriso consigo mesmo, ajeitando sua tiara nos cabelos e logo colocando uma mecha do mesmo atrás da orelha. Sabia que tiraria dez não importava qual fosse sua dupla. Ela pensou em fazer com sua melhor amiga, Natalie, até o momento que o professor disse que iria sortear as duplas. O homem baixinho e gorducho, com a roupa toda suja de fiz branco, abriu um saquinho com vários papéis brancos e tirou dois. Leu os nomes em voz alta, e assim, as duplas começaram a se formar, indo uma sentar com a outra. De repente, Wendy ouviu seu nome ser chamado e ela levantou o rosto para o professor, ouvindo então o nome de seu parceiro de laboratório. Gabreel. Fantástico. Talvez uma das pessoas que ela mais a irritava pelo simples fato de existir e de ser grosso e despreocupado com tudo, mesmo que a maioria das vezes ela escondesse a pequena admiração que tinha por ele, afinal, não se importar realmente com ninguém não era para muitos. A morena pode olhar pra trás e encontrar os olhos do outro rapaz e revirar os olhos. Seria um dia longo. Ela se levantou da primeira carteira e foi até uma das ultimas, já que sabia que ele não iria se levantar de qualquer modo. Foi até o mesmo e sorri de modo falso “Okay, eu te encontro na minha casa depois para fazermos o projeto. Eu já tenho uma ideia. Mas eu já aviso que não vou colocar seu nome no projeto se não fizer nada e também não vou tirar zero porque você não colabora” disse escrevendo no caderno dele seu endereço, logo ouvindo o sinal final da aula e voltou ao local que estava, pegando seus livros e saindo do laboratório. Depois de chegar em casa, trocar de roupa, almoçar, ela estava deitada em sua cama king size, estirada pela cama com os olhos fechados quando ouviu sua empregada dizendo que havia alguém na sala lhe esperando. Ela supôs ser sei mais novo parceiro de laboratório e revirou os olhos

[droplets-the-love-blog]

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