What I Want

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Hey! You’re not supposed to swat at girls! We’re fragile beings!” she said, with a wicked grin. The California girl could hardly be called fragile. She surfed from the time she was old enough to stand on the board by herself; though it was a little known fact about the blonde. Whenever her uncle was producing an action movie, she joined in on the lessons, for the sequences since any of the cast and crew were welcome. She didn’t claim to be an expert at anything she ever did in her young life. But Fallon took pride in her work, which was why there were nights she’d been dragged from her office to her car. Burning the midnight oil when it was something you were passionate about didn’t seem so bad, even if you were falling asleep and using your laptop’s keyboard as a pillow.

“Did I claim otherwise?” she asked with false confusion; her uncle always said, if she ever wanted to give up teaching, acting would be a good calling for her but she’d never been interested in everyone digging up all your dirty little secrets. No, life in front of any camera was not for Fallon Flynn. Fal did love that Gabe was always around to make sure she got home safe, sound and stalker free, though. She could take care of herself, but it was always nice to know that she didn’t have to; that there was someone there every now and then.

Remembering the good time of college came with a price for Fallon. There were a few memories of her time with Brad and those were the ones that ended up bringing down her happy high. Thinking back now though, she wondered why they were even together for so long. She had more memories, both good and bad with Gabe and his brothers than she did with Brad and his! Now, she was relieved she’d caught him and broken it off when she had. If they’d even made it to the alter, she would have been running back up that aisle so fast they’d be nicknaming her the roadrunner. There hadn’t been any love in that relationship for a while before the moment it all went to hell, but Fallon had been wearing rose coloured glasses until that moment. “It was one of the better nights; you have to admit, even with the fight,” she said smiling. Yet another night Brad had been MIA. It was so obvious now that Fallon felt a little stupid for not seeing it before, when they were still in college. Fallon’s blue eyes widened. “He didn’t!” she said, laughing, nearly needing to double over from it. Just the jokes and stories about Myles were enough to make her stomach hurt for hours after she’d stopped laughing. The boy could be a right fool sometimes.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, thinking about that. “Well, they wouldn’t keep you in for long if you showed up in the emergency room. Maybe you should start carrying around a couple paper bags to breathe into when you’re feeling like we’re about to kill ourselves and there’s nothing you can do about it that you haven’t already tried!” Fallon turned at Gabe’s touch, looking at him then the restaurant’s front. She’d been caught up and hadn’t even noticed it! Laughing at herself, she rolled her eyes. That wasn’t even the first time she’d done that. “Well, maybe I wanted to do a bit of shopping before lunch, hmm?” she said the line as though it was a thought that popped into her head and not something she did every time her friend stopped her from missing the restaurant. But it wasn’t entirely her fault; from the front anyone would think it was just another store! And their patio was in the back like an old timey garden courtyard, so there wasn’t an outright tell. “I meant to do that, just so you know,” she said, smirking at her own outright lie.

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Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

The laugh that erupted from his throat was loud and boisterous; usually uncommon traits for Gabe, but Fallon’s exclamation almost had him clutching at the nearest wall for support. “You? Fragile? No offense, Fal, but I’ve been around pro-wrestlers who were more fragile than you!”

[/color] It was true. Fallon was hardly the time of girl to fall into the role of the damsel in distress and Gabe knew better than most that it wasn’t wise to try and make the shoe fit. Even when they were younger Fallon had been a formidable opponent in many of the frat games they would play. She spent so much time around their house that Gabe was surprised that they didn’t make her one of the brothers in an honorary capacity. He was still certain that she had one of his old fraternity shirts. It had gone missing when he was moving out of UCLA and it had never re-emerged, though the small blonde had denied ever taking it.

He shook his head at her and quickly threw his arm around her shoulders, bringing her in close as though he wanted to whisper something to her. “No, but I do recall this excuse being given,”[/color] He paused, putting on a higher voice and mimicking Fallon’s accent and expressions, “’You don’t understand! My apartment smells like paint and I have no food in.’”[/color] He stopped and then looked at her with a deadly serious expression. “And then you threw a book at my head when I told you that you were being silly and could crash at mine.”[/color] He still thought that she had seen more than her fair share of coffee that day and that was the reason behind her slightly insane mood swing.

Most of his memories of college were good ones that were associated with Pi Kappa Phi and the antics they got up to there. He hadn’t been in a lasting relationship with anyone and whilst he had seen his heartbroken a number of times by girls who he had fallen for but who had no interest in him, it was just another bump in the road for the young guy. It wasn’t like rejection had been a new concept for him and he never dwelled on it for too long; his brothers wouldn’t let him! The second one of them walked through the door with a sad or tired look on their faces the rest of the house rallied together and threw an impromptu party. Gabe could recall countless times when he had been working in his room only to then have his door practically hammered down by his brothers who were throwing about masks or beer and exclaiming the news of the sudden party because someone had been dumped or got a bad report back from a professor. Work and assignments were important, but they always knew that it was more important to keep their brotherhood tight and rally together whenever someone was feeling less than peachy. “It would’ve been better if I’d been able to see by the end of it, but yeah, before that it was pretty hysterical.”[/color] If his memory served him correctly, he had been challenging Fallon to a limbo contest, but that had come to nothing once the fight broke out moments later. Chuckling at her reaction, Gabe nodded, rubbing his neck as he tried to remember exactly what had happened. “Yeah, she was really into him and then he said something like, ‘yeah, I’ve lived with Gabe for a few years now. He’s turning into the right cat lady’. Needless to say, she quickly found her friends.”[/color] He had warned Myles from mentioning the two cats and Mufasa in casual pick-up conversations. It was one thing to see them when the girls got back to their apartment, but hearing about them beforehand did no one any favours, but always gave Gabe a good chuckle.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I need more than paper bags when you two are daring each other.”[/color] He joked. Normally it was harmless fun, but it did reach a point when he was trying to stop the two from besting each other, knowing that it would end up like that night in UCLA and one of them would be in the ER with broken bones. “Nope. Not buying it. And if you were thinking of doing that, you can do it alone. I’ve still not recovered from the time I helped you pick out a pair of shoes for the departmental dinner last year.”[/color] Gabe told her, shaking his head vigorously and shuddering in pretence of the memory. The store workers had pitied him in the end after the endless sighs and flopping he had done every five minutes. “Keep telling yourself that, blondie.”[/color] He laughed, holding the door open for her to step inside and sort them out with whatever table took her fancy this afternoon. He knew they’d be out back, but where out back was a different matter altogether.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 881!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

The California girl shrugged. Gabe knew her too well; she couldn’t get anything past him anymore. “Well, I tried,” she said on a sigh, shaking her head. She couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible impression Gabe was trying to pull off. “I do not sound like that, first off! Second, my entire apartment did smell like paint because it was being repainted! Thirdly, I had food, it just wasn’t anything I wanted at that moment!” She managed to get out before she saw the serious look on his face. She tried not to laugh, but still had to look away or risk failing. “Admittedly, I’d had more than my share of coffee, though, and I’ve said this time and again while apologizing that I wasn’t aiming at your head, I was aiming at your chest! It was a slight miscalculation that had the projectile flying a bit higher than intended,” she said, mushing the last few words out of her mouth together.

The parties of Pi Kappa Phi were notorious; the reasons behind them, not so much. But they were the best on campus and everyone wanted in. She knew, but she was there half the time when a couple of the guys decided they couldn’t see their brother depressed any longer. “The downside to pledging a Fraternity, huh?” she said with a smirk. She hadn’t bothered pledging a Sorority, though it had been an idea when Pledge Week came about. But even though living in a Sorority would have been nice, they still had to pay to live on campus. And even though she had the money for it, she hadn’t wanted to waste any more than she needed to. Besides, she lived far enough away from campus that when the life there got to be a little much, she could retreat to her hideaway, relax beside the pool and drink strawberry daiquiris. The stories woven around Myles alone were ridiculous, the stories with all the Fraternity brothers involved with outrageous. It would be hard to believe half of them if she hadn’t been there herself for some of them. She knew well the antics the boys could get up to. Fallon pulled a face, shaking her head. “On second thought, I don’t think I’ll ruin his night. It sounds like if he could catch her attention long enough, she deserves the surprise of a night with him.”

Fallon looked up at Gabe with such innocence; it was hard to believe she was the devil in disguise sometimes. “It’s not my fault he still hasn’t learned his lesson. And I’m the only teacher he knows! It’s in the job description!” she said happily, laughing at the memory of the last time they’d all been out together. After seven years, you’d think he would have learned his lesson, and yet he was always daring Fallon to shots or collecting numbers or whatever else caught his fancy. Fallon wasn’t a fan of beer, and preferred hard liquor, so shots she could handle as if she were drinking water at this point. And well, she had advantages to flirting that Myles seriously lacked; Fallon could fake the innocence of a saint! And from the guys she’d encountered during those little games, they thought they could corrupt her. There was no corrupting the corrupted.

Fallon turned, poking a finger to his chest. “Hey! That so does not count! Shoes are nearly every girl’s kryptonite! And we like to see guy’s jaws drop when we put on a particularly sexy pair of heels,” she said, poking his chest again for emphasis. Shoes were certainly her kryptonite. She had enough pairs to wear a different one each day for a couple years at least! But she’d grown up trying to hit into an adult’s world well before she was ready to; heels were a part of that world. “Besides you willingly tagged along, knowing full well how I can get in a shoe store! So there’s no one to blame but yourself!” She felt a little bad for dragging him out shopping, but he’d said okay, and she did value his opinion. Huffing, Fallon stepped past Gabe into the restaurant, saying “You bet I will!” Inside was dark as a cave compared to the sun outside and Fallon had to blink a couple times to adjust to the difference before stepping up the hostess stand and smiling politely. “Hi there, can we get a table in the courtyard, please? Right in the sun if you don't mind. I need to make sure he's not a vampire” she said pointing at Gabe before they followed the young girl out to the back of the restaurant. She sat down at a table right in the middle of a patch of sun. “Thanks,” she said, accepting a menu. She absolutely loved the place and wished she could spend more time there.

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Words|| 814
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

“Well try harder next time.”

[/color] He dared her, knowing that she would have to pull a pretty impressive stunt to make him believe her. They had spent most of college together and whilst she could fool the gullible idiots she flirted with sometimes on their nights out, it would take a lot more to get the same reaction from Gabe, or even Myles, though the latter was much more slow on the uptake. Laughing, he turned around, walking backwards as he faced her. It was a simple but risky move for the clumsy anthropologist, but he needed to see Fallon for the next remark of their playful argument. “That is still no excuse to be camping out in your office when the clock is close to pumpkin time!”[/color] He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face. There was never any malice in their arguments, more like spirited banter. Gabe couldn’t actually recall a time when he had shared a proper argument with Fallon, if there had ever even been one. “My chest? If I remember correctly, you once called me a ‘long necked string bean.’ I’m sure the difference in space between my head and chest can only be mistaken by more than a ‘slight miscalculation.”[/color] No damage had been done but Gabe certainly wasn’t about to let the incident slide. It was something he could use against her for some time!

Gabe didn’t know how he had ended up in Pi Kappa Phi. Obviously, he had pledged with an army of other guys, but Gabe originally didn’t intend to find himself in a fraternity house at all. One of the guys he had met during his first week of college had asked him to join him for moral support, but in the end only Gabe found himself moving into the house after his friend had bailed on him. Still, he didn’t regret it one bit and genuinely loved every minute of it – even when his brothers were trying to drag him out when he had an assignment due. “There are no downsides to going Greek! And if Myles heard you suggest otherwise you know he’d sit you in a chair and cite the whole history of the fraternity system culminating in his manifesto about why Pi Kappa Phi was the best of the best.”[/color] He had heard it a million times before from his roommate and was pretty certain he could quote it word for word by now.
“I wouldn’t even mind, but Penny and Rosie are usually asleep in the coat cupboard and Mufasa lives in my room when I’m not home. It’s not as if he even needed to mention them.”[/color] Gabe said, his eyebrows furrowing as he failed to understand the quirky ways of his roommate.

He rolled his eyes at her attempts of innocence. He knew better than anyone that Fallon was more often the one who initiated the trouble! Even with two houses of frat boys in her life, Gabe was pretty sure he could make a solid list of the challenges and dares she had caused before the boys had even gotten involved. She was as bad, if not worse, than them some of the time. “Yeah, and I’m Apollo, the Greek God of war.”[/color] He responded dryly, smirking sideways at her. “If you really were the teacher then you’d know when to stop instead of encouraging him to drink until he’s seeing four of me and throwing up the last month of his life in a New York gutter.”[/color] There had been countless nights when Gabe had practically carried Myles home because no taxi driver would allow the sickly drunk into their vehicles and Gabe did not blame them for it. He had actually had some fun conversations with NYPD when they had approached him when he was carrying a semi-conscious Myles over his shoulder, or dragging him along like a dead body.

He grabbed his chest where she kept poking him and threw Fallon a look of shocked hurt. It was surprising how much a finger jab to a bony chest could actually hurt and yet she always did it to him. “My jaw was dropping that day with exhaustion! You dragged me around the whole city and tried on a million pairs of shoes that were all practically identical!”[/color] He might have agreed to the shopping trip just to escape the library for one afternoon but he had quickly learnt never to do it again. Books were his friends, ass kissing sales assistants were not. “You told me you had calmed down since moving to New York! Shopping with you in LA still gives me nightmares now.”[/color] Gabe was not one for shops or fashion. He had his style and it had suited him for years. Plaid shirts, checked shirts, a few simple t-shirts almost always matched with comfy jeans and a pair of Converse from his vast collection.
Gabe scowled at Fallon’s request to the hostess and quickly sidled up close enough to pinch her side. “And if I was a vampire, you’d have just killed me.”[/color] He said in a quiet voice, still pretending to be angry about it. “Both you and Myles need to let go of the fact that I hardly tanned back at UCLA.”[/color]
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 926!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

She shrugged, not too worried about getting anything past him. If there was ever a need to do so, like another surprise party, she could do it but until then it didn’t matter. She practically told him everything as it was. Fallon lifted her chin, not giving an inch. “Cinderella was still at the ball when the clock struck, and she ended up with Prince Charming!” Though Fallon didn’t believe in those Fairy tales anymore, she still continued with the tale. “Oh, I was drunk and in a fairly bad mood! You know you can’t take what I say in those moments seriously!” she said, though now she couldn’t even remember why she was pissy in the first place, just that she had been.

If there was ever a time in the past and present anything was said about the boys’ Fraternity, there was sure to be a lecture of standards closely following. The California girl had been on the receiving end more than a few times, and could even quote some of it herself. She was far from admitting that, however. Of course, most of the time Myles’ couldn’t realize until after he’d finished his spiel that the only girl of their trio of joking. “You can’t say the paint is chipping on the siding in front of Myles, Gabe. He pulls out the good old lecture and just dives right in!” Shaking her head, Myles was going to be found in the drunk tank one of these days. “All cats stay hidden! I can never find Beezie! The little rascal only comes out when I’m sitting on the couch watching TV. Then she just jumps out at me and takes years off my life! It really doesn’t make sense though.” Then again, half the things the other Pi Kappa Phi Brother didn’t make sense to anyone but him!

Fallon looked up at him quizzically. “I thought that was Ares,” she said, confused. Ancient Mythology had never been her thing. She just couldn’t quite grasp it with all their different names and all the different things they were God and Goddess’s for. And they were never just protectors of one thing; they were the God of a dozen different, little things! She shrugged, though dismissing it and moving on. “He’s the Fraternity Brother, don’t you think he should have learned how to hold his liquor by now, Gabe?” she asked, honestly. If a girl nearly a foot shorter than them could out drink him, there was something wrong, even now when she really had been drinking less. She didn’t feel too great that Gabe had to be one to take care of the lush. There had been too much of that back in college, and honestly, Myles probably should have grown up a little bit, but he was the one living in the past and that meant out partying and drinking well over his limit.

Fallon’s love of shoes wasn’t bordering addict. No, that line was so far behind her, she couldn’t even see it anymore. “There were only about a hundred pairs and four stores! Four! And jaws dropping from exhaustion isn’t the first reason we suffer through wearing skyscrapers on our feet, Gabe,” she paused, smirking. “It’s hopefully the last,” she added, brushing her hair off her shoulders, refusing to look in Gabe’s direction. “I have not once said I calmed down with shopping, I am a girl… I just toned down the Frat boy shenanigans,” she mumbled out, still looking away so he couldn’t hear exactly what she’d said. It was probably pointless, she didn’t have to even say the words out loud and Gabe knew what she was saying.

Fallon’s eyes were bright with laughter, “I don’t know. Having my own little vampy running around might be helpful,” she said, she said, chuckling. It was just another thing to tease him relentlessly with. Everyone else on the beach had a little colour; even Fallon who made sure her skin was coated in sunscreen! “Like you bringing up my projectile misfire at every damn chance, we will never let it go,” she said, promising without actually saying the words. Fallon couldn’t say those words to anyone she cared about without meaning it and keeping the promise. Eventually she was going to let it go, but it was still too good to pass up just yet, even after all the years that have passed. “I’ll have the um, orange juice fizzy water? I can’t pronounce the name of it well,” Fallon said, laughing at herself as the waitress said the drink’s name.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 765
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He shook his head softly, his eyebrows rising towards his hairline as he spoke. “There’s a very impressive difference between a ball and your office, Fal.”

[/color] He said, glancing sideways at her. “And if Prince Charming did suddenly crop up in there I’d be more concerned as to how he got in without you realising.”[/color] Fairy tales could be fun, there was no denying it, but Gabe had his own arsenal of myths and legends that he found much more intriguing than the stuff the Grimm brothers managed to produce. He chuckled again and reached up to rub an eyelash or dirt from his eye, almost knocking his glasses from his face in the process. “No, but the rest of the guys took it seriously. For a month they called me that, thank you very much.”[/color] He nudged her playfully and smirked. Lanky was a slight understatement at times to describe Gabe and his brothers had continuously reminded him of it, but Gabe never felt the urge to bulk up or anything; he was content the way he was.

Gabe had to agree. Myles came from a Greek family in the sense that his brothers, sister, mom and dad had all been in their Greek cloisters during their college years. The whole idea of it had been embedded into him when he was a kid and it reflected even today. Still, it was amusing to time how long it took him to realise that they were only joking and not actually criticising the brotherhood. “I worry about him sometimes. He’s going to end up in a padded cell just repeating that history lecture as though he memorised it from one of my books.”[/color] Gabe’s bedroom looked like a library at a first glance with all the books he kept in there, most of which were history and then the classics to go along with them, as well as the rest of the journals and published pieces that he found fascinating.
Smirking, Gabe brushed his grown out hair from his eyes again. “Myles freaks out on the few nights when I work at home. Rosie and Penny usually climb up on me and Mufasa is always curled at my feet, growling at something. He reckons it makes me look like some evil mastermind or old spinster woman with her pets for company.”[/color] Growing up on what was basically an animal rescue centre, Gabe had grown accustomed to having pets around and the only reason he didn’t have more was because Myles forever complained about the rough collie’s fur getting everywhere already.

He stopped dead, blinking at her in dull shock. “Ares was…I was making a joke…because you were saying you were something you weren’t, which was innocent, and Apollo isn’t the Greek God of war? Oh, never mind.”[/color] Gabe’s geeky sense of humour was lost on so many that he was used to it by now, though it still took him a few moments to try an accept that someone had missed his joke. Still, his mind was off again now and he quickly picked up his thoughts verbally, speaking way too fast for someone to keep up with. “Although, the ancient Greeks did associate Apollo with apollymi which meant ‘to destroy’. It was Plato who first linked him to the idea of redemption, which was apolysis. And then, he was noted as a God of healing nature, but at the same time he had the power to bestow the plague onto cities and bring death with his infamous arrows.”[/color] Gabe grinned across at Fallon as though it was the most interesting topic on the planet for them to be discussing, which it was…for Gabe. “He was associated with battle though after her slayed the Python. More specifically, he was linked to the victory in battle, so people would pray to him and ask for his help. In the legend of the Trojan War, it was Apollo’s arrow that struck Achilles’ heel.”[/color] He chuckled again and quickly realised what he was doing, clearing his throat and biting his lip before he told Fallon the whole timeline of the Greek God. “And yes, he should, but it’s Myles and he probably drinks triple his bodyweight when we’re grabbing our take out.”[/color] He said, quietly, getting their conversation back on topic.

“Well, it was the first reason for me.”[/color] He said, smirking. He didn’t care about what women had on their feet and would never be able to understand the shoe obsession so many of them had. “And whatever, Fal, you know that you have the capability to be just as bad as you were back then!”[/color] They all did, but Gabe liked to forget about his own shenanigans. They were never pretty and it usually ended up with his bad knee acting up or with him back on crutches for a week or two. He was still at risk of that now, especially when he had to lug Myles home.

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at her in confusion. “How?”[/color] He asked simply, not quite understanding the benefits she would get from him being a pale skinned creature of the night. He shook his head at her next answer and glanced down at the menu before requesting the same as Fallon. “You’d think you’d be able to by now with the amount of times you’ve ordered it here.”[/color] He teased lightly.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 947!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon waved away the differences. There was no way to win the argument but she’d be damned if she didn’t try. She wasn’t in to fairy tales anymore, but she grew up surrounded in her own versions of it and she still adored the Disney Princesses. “Obviously there’s only two ways. He materialized or used the door.” It wasn’t a secret that Fallon could get so engrossed in her work that she didn’t know how much time passed. It was like she fell asleep, waking up hours later, surrounded in notes she’d made on projects, assignments and essays she’d marked. Fallon giggled, remembering a few of those times and having to laugh then because she knew she was the reason behind it all. She’d apologized afterwards, countless times, but it didn’t matter with a house full of guys; no one was safe from the jokes and the jeers. “When the day comes that he can close his eyes and repeat the history word for word, we lock him up and throw away the key.” And did she ever pray that day never come. As much as teased him and made fun of him, they were close. She liked him, despite all those wonderful flaws of his. Fallon looked up, “Maybe Myles is on to something,” she teased, bumping her shoulder into his arm.

She should have known he was joking, but her mind just didn’t clue in until it was too late. “I should have known better,” she said on a sigh. “You have a very confusing sense of humour sometimes, you know that?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair as Gabe went into ramble mode. When it was something she wasn’t making an ass of herself over, she enjoyed listening to what Gabe knew and learning something new herself. But when she already felt stupid for not catching the joke and he went into a ramble about it, it wasn’t exactly a good feeling. She opened her mouth once to say something, but then he kept going and she just gave up for the time being, waiting for him to hit a lull or finish entirely. “Feel better scholar?” she asked with a smirk, patting his arm. It was easier to just let him go off down the scholar’s road when it hit him. And it was useless to get annoyed, he couldn’t help it as much as she couldn’t help going on about the Glamour years of Hollywood. “Myles needs a lobotomy,” she said, shaking her head at the thought.

“Your brain isn’t hardwired right,” she said, giggling. But she couldn’t fault him for it. “Besides, who’s really the shoe addict, Mr. Converse?” she said, looking down at his feet pointedly. Fallon’s grin said everything about the devil inside her. Her Uncle used to joke when she was in college that she should have been a guy, or at least pledged a fraternity. “I was an angel then and now!” she said, feigning innocence. She looked at him rolling her eyes as if he didn’t know the usefulness of vampires. “Admittedly, the night creature aspect is a bit of a problem, but you can run around spying and when someone pisses you can just drain them dry. And okay, the body count would probably rise, but at least then we don’t have idiots running around. Although,” she said, tilting her head, thinking it through more. “That would all depend of if you could still care about silly human things and not get bored and start using us all as your little play things.” She shook her head, dropping the topic. “I have bottles of the stuff at home, too,” she said, sitting back in her chair and laughing.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 623
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe wasn’t the kind of guy who would interfere too much in Fallon’s life, but if he thought there was something dangerous afoot he’d definitely try and play some kind of hero. He wasn’t the violent kind which was why he came out of the Frat fights with a black eye or busted lip and not manage to land a blow on anyone else. He was fairly certain that if he punched someone he’d do more damage to himself than to his opponent! “The only guy walking through the door at that hour should be me!”

[/color] He told her, the protective tone shining through in his words. “And if he materialised then you should definitely call me and let me study him. He could be a nice addition to my doctorate paper.”[/color] He said, grinning once more. He had to chuckle at Fallon’s suggestion. He could just imagine Myles in a locked room repeating the damn speech to himself over and over again like some psychopathic hermit. “Well, if he is, it’d be about the evil mastermind. I’m more likely to die an old maid with a library. They’d find my skeleton slumped over a desk with an old manuscript.”[/color] He said loftily as though it was the most obvious thing on the earth.

He looked at Fallon with a puzzled expression. “It’s not confusing, it’s just subject specific.”[/color] He countered, bewildered by her comment. How was his sense of humour confusing? He suddenly had a flashback to telling a joke to his brothers that he was laughing too hard to tell swiftly and they just stared at him as though he had sprouted another head. Shaking it off, he laughed a nervous chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “Much. That should tie me over for a short time.”[/color] His brother back in Nebraska often joked that Gabe could only go so long without reeling off some useless knowledge because otherwise his brain would explode with all the stuff he kept in there. He loved reading about the same thing until he knew it off by heart and the world of Greek mythology fascinated him to no end. Fallon was lucky that he realised what he was doing when he did, or else it could have gone on for much longer before Gabe would come to a halt that wasn’t just a quick pause for breath.

“People have been telling me that for years.”[/color] He joked, sighing dramatically before looking down at his feet with an expression of confusion before shaking his head at Fallon. “Nu-uh, not the same. I go into one shop and buy the first pair that I like that I don’t already own. And at least I wear all of them. How many pairs of shoes in your wardrobe are yet to be broken in?”[/color] Gabe arched an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, fixing Fallon with a knowing look. He had caught a glimpse of her shoe collection over the years and he was pretty convinced that there was no way that every pair of those shoes had been worn by the small blonde woman. “Sure you were. And I’m actually Prince Charming.”[/color] He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Of all the girls he had met, Fallon was probably the least innocent out of the bunch. He listened to her vampire argument and smirked proceeding to count his following points off on his long fingers. “Firstly, I could probably spy on people now. It’s not like many people notice me in the shadows of the library. Second of all, I’d rather not draw attention to myself. I’d probably drink enough to sustain myself and then use some sort of control to screw with those who pissed me off. Thirdly, I think most of the idiots circle around Myles and killing him would be too much hassle and his blood would probably poison me. Finally, unless I could get a hold of some ancient civilisations I wouldn’t care to make humans my play things. Reality TV ruined that illusion.”[/color] He said, smirking before leaning back in the chair and carefully placing his heavy bag on the floor by his feet. “And you think I’m weird?”[/color] He queried. How could she drink so much of the stuff and never pronounce it?!
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 762!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon sent him a dazzling smile, holding her hands up to her heart. “My Knight in plaid armour!” she said, about to drop her hands when she heard the rest and started laughing. “If someone actually materialized in my office, I promise you are my first call,” she said, though it would probably be after she either stopped screaming, or woke up from her awkward fainting spell. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you. Besides, I’m sure by that time you’ll have finished your doctorate and have maybe even stopped spending all your time in libraries!” She said, honestly, but smirked, “Failing that, you can’t die an old maid. There are requirements for that. And you will never met them as a guy,” she added, teasing.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t get me wrong, I love your sense of humour. It just doesn’t translate well sometimes,” she said, about ready to give up on the terrible apology she was handing out to him. She would have cut him off from his rant sooner or later, providing he didn’t finish off all on his own. She’d had to do it before and she would certainly have to do it again. The rambling was just another trait associated with her closest friend. She smiled, “Good, maybe after I’ve read over everything I can find on Greek Mythology and still come up blank you can teach me the “For Dummies” version.” It was a suggestion that had been issued a few times before. She wanted to be able to talk with Gabe about anything he happened to bring up, but she just wasn’t as smart as he was which she was perfectly okay with.

“Oh please. Not every store stocks every designer! If I want Jimmy Choo’s, I have to go to that specific store. It’s how women’s fashion works.” Her argument wasn’t helping her case. Being a girl, on a shopping spree seriously sucked sometimes. Fallon loved her time shopping; it was her version of therapy, but sometimes she just needed to hit one or two stores and find everything she wanted there; despite the difference in designer. She would have started shopping at department stores, except for their small problem; for all they stocked, they had nothing Fallon wanted. Her blue eyes widened as she leaned forward. “Where have you hidden your crown, your highness?” she said, bowing from her shoulders. Even of the sorority girls Fallon knew, she was the worst, always jumping on board with the guys’ plans, acting like she was one of the guys, and that she belonged at the Fraternity House, despite the fact she didn’t exactly have the same parts.

Fallon sat back, crossing her legs. “Care to remember who my guardian was? You’ve spent enough nights at my house, I’m sure you’ve met him once or twice,” she said, lightly kicking Gabe’s shin, as if her just mentioning her uncle would make all the sense in the world. There were plenty of nights when it was just easier to sleep at Fallon’s than it was to get back to Campus. And it was good for Fallon to not wake up on the couch in the Fraternity’s living room, or wherever she found herself come morning after a night of painting the town red. “Trevor would be very upset to learn you’ve forgotten him,” she said reaching into her bag and pulling her phone out on the first try. “Shall I send him a quick message?” she asked, teasing. There weren’t many people who knew who her Uncle really was. She’d gotten enough questions and fakes all wanting to be her friend when word somehow got out. She liked having the money, it helped with her shoe addiction, but she’d always been more than the money; like her uncle.

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Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He chuckled and looped his thumbs through his belt hoops again. “Yeah, I fight off dragons with my brilliant rapier of knowledge.”

[/color] Gabe was definitely no good in a fight; out of his siblings he was the one with the least brawn and hadn’t played for any of the teams like they had done during high school. In fact, the only sport Gabe enjoyed was swimming and it was only to clear his head when his thoughts were too cluttered for him to think straight. He pulled a face at Fallon’s words and looked at her with a bemused expression. “Why would I leave the libraries? There’s more research that I want to pursue and getting published would be brilliant for me before I start teaching.”[/color] Gabe would probably never leave the libraries. His love for books, research and furthering his knowledge was something that wouldn’t just turn off when he got another certificate with his name on. “Please, I could be an old maid. By that time I could very well have morphed into one after years of celibacy and hermit rumours.”[/color] He joked, smirking softly across as Fal.

“I’d like it to translate better than that.”[/color] He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “There’s a lot of mythology used in Hollywood; I’m sure you’d probably know some of it if you looked at it from that angle, rather from the way I study it.”[/color] He said with a small smile, trying to make Fallon see that his world wasn’t tragically far from her own. It just boiled down to how you looked at it and processed it. Whenever Gabe wanted to have an actual discussion about something he found, he called his mom anyway. Fallon and Myles just had to live with the short winded ramblings that took over him from time to time. He used to joke that it was the small price to pay to being his friend.

Once again, confusion crept over Gabe’s features and he took a few seconds of mimicking a fish to find his words. “But then why not pick a designer when you need a pair of shoes and just limit yourself to the one store to find them?! Surely that’s easier and less tiring for whomever you drag along?!”[/color] He asked, growing exhausted just from the conversation of shoes alone! He didn’t understand the need for women to have so many. His Converse collection was simply so that he had a pair to go with most of his shirts; that was about as far as he went when it came down to coordination in the mornings. However, he didn’t feel the need to have the same style of black shoes in several different designers or material, much like Fallon seemed to do! He rolled his eyes and casually gathered his hair in his hands. “I got it lost in here several years back. Barbers from all over the land have been unable to find it.”[/color] His unruly hair did get to a point where it made him look wild and Gabe was probably only a month or so away from looking like the kind of crazed mad man one might associate with horror movies. That thought alone though did not encourage him to get a haircut or make any effort to tame the light brown mane.

Rolling his eyes, Gabe dropped his chin to his palm, elbow resting on the table surface as he stared lazily across at Fallon with a soft twinkle in his dark eyes. “Your Uncle knows better than to believe half of the things you say about me.”[/color] He joked, remembering one certain memory in particular. “I think it stemmed from the night I brought you home after one too many shots and you proceeded to wake him up in order to tell him that I wasn’t from Nebraska, I wasn’t Gabe, I was some crazy guy name Tricks who just looked like Gabe and that you didn’t know how to get rid of me in case I turned out to be a lunatic.”[/color] He said, smirking. That night had been pretty funny and it had been one of the first times that Fallon had registered that the guy the Frat boys called “Tricks” and Gabe were one and the same. Nevertheless, Gabe quickly reached across the table to snatch the phone from her hand, grinning when he succeeded. He glanced down at it and the mischievous smirk that only came with playing a trick crossed his face. “I wonder how long you can go without this.”[/color] He mused, glancing back at the young blonde as he picked up his napkin, covered the phone in his hand and quickly made it disappear with another of his practiced techniques. He waved his empty hands at Fallon and mimicked a look of shock. “Oh no, where is it?”[/color] He teased, knowing full well that he would keep it up for as long as he could.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 872!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Don’t undersell that quick wit! The secret weapon to all good Knights, when their swords and arrows fail them, they always have words,” she said, smirking. Of the two of them, Fallon was probably better off in a fight than Gabe. He was lanky and a little awkward at times, Fallon was small, feisty and she could fight dirty when the situation called for it. She wasn’t about to apologize for it either. She’d spent a lot of time on the sets of movies, and in the dance studios growing up; she learned a lot and being smaller, the guys teaching the actors, taught her a little extra when the practice lessons were out. Fallon wanted to roll her eyes. Of course, he’d spend the rest of his life holed up in NYU’s library if given the chance. She swore they’d rename the building after him just to get him out of there! “Of course, how could I forget that your research is never done? Silly me!” she said, trying to sound a little bored to tease him. “That’s what I’ll say at your funeral. “He was just a wonderful person, but died an old maid!” How does that sound?” she asked, biting her tongue with a cheeky grin. It would probably be far better than hers!

Fallon thought about that. There were plenty of films on mythology but there was only one that even interested her remotely, and it was technically a children’s movie! And it didn’t have much to do with the Gods and Goddess so much as their children, so bringing it up would be pointless, but she was going to do it anyway. “I do like that Percy Jackson movie. Probably the only one though,” she admitted, thoughtfully. For all the sets, she’d been on, watching movies wasn’t her favourite way to pass the time. She enjoyed reading the scripts that her uncle sent her copies of; movies he was interested in producing. Fallon shook her head sadly. Leave it up to men and there would only be a single store in the entire world. “It just doesn’t work that way, Gabe. It’s like ice cream. You go buy vanilla but once you leave and are halfway home you realize its cherry Garcia or chocolate chip cookie dough. So you have to go someplace else to get it! I think I want Jimmy Choo’s, but half way down the street I realize its Louboutin’s or… I’m speaking girl again,” she said, laughing. Gabe’s hair was unruly but it suited his mad scientist look. “Such a terrible shame the barbers of the land haven’t been able to procure it,” she said, grinning.

Fallon sighed, “How was I supposed to know?! They all made it seem like it was a different person!” It had been her excuse instead of getting embarrassed that she’d made a fool of herself. “I was right about a little bit of that. I still don’t know how to get rid of you if you turn out to be a lunatic,” she said, smiling sweetly. She was scrolling through the numbers one second and the next her head was snapping up, her phone replaced by air. She started to grab at it but Gabe’s words had her stopping short. She set her head in her hands, with her brow raised. “I only use it to talk to you, Myles and Trevor. One’s at work, been on set since nine, our time, the other is probably passed out drunk and you are sitting across from me,” she said, knowing it was her laptop she couldn’t live without. It never failed; she was fascinated whenever he pulled out another of his tricks. He’d earned that nickname of his alright. She gasped, acting shocked when her phone disappeared. “It’s magic!”

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 633
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

“Yeah, as they defend their dying honour or plead for their lives.”

[/color] He quickly retorted with a small smile. Gabe didn’t care that he wasn’t muscular or as well built as some guys. He didn’t see the need for violence and was always the harbourer of peace. In the Frat house he was usually the brother they called down to mediate any disputes or problems. It was a very rare moment to see Gabe angry too. There was probably more chance of finding a magical unicorn than there was of seeing Gabe actually lose his cool. He might get mad and frustrated at times but he always seemed to find a way to calm himself down before he snapped or yelled at someone. Usually, he would read or go swimming; they were much healthier outlets than screaming and throwing punches.
He knew he spent a lot of time in the library, usually in his favourite corner re-reading and adding to his work every day. He only took the weekends off because he knew Fallon and Myles would seriously hurt him if he didn’t! If he wasn’t sleeping or working, he was usually in the library. “I’ll leave that library when you throw away all of your shoes.”[/color] He vowed, knowing the day would never come when Fallon would part with those ridiculous heels she insisted on wearing. It wasn’t even like they bumped her up to his height; she was still considerably shorter than he was. “That sounds great, though it would be better if you could find a way of linking it to my work.”[/color] He challenged, knowing it would probably never manifest itself into anything.


Gabe shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Not seen that one.”[/color] He confessed. He hadn’t seen many recent movies, to be fair. He much preferred the old classics himself, back in the days of Marlon Brando and the Rat Pack. Myles always knew when Gabe was home and watching TV because the lights would usually be off and there would be old American accents echoing around their apartment and if the screen had colour then it was one of Gabe’s “modern” choices.
He blinked, clueless at her explanation. He could usually pick out logic in most things but this idea of Fallon’s left him completely baffled and confused. “I don’t get how ice cream can be associated with shoes. And you’d have to be pretty dumb to buy cookie dough or cherry Garcia and mistake it for vanilla. I’m sure shoes can’t be mistaken like that either.”[/color] He said, his mind slowly picking through her words in the hopes of deciphering them into something he could understand, but to no avail. “Yeah, I think girl talk is much more complex and confusing than Gabe talk.”[/color] He concluded, arching his eyebrows. He wondered if this was how Fallon and Myles felt when he started rambling, though Gabe was sure he made more sense than she just had. He reached out and ruffled her hair. “It’s okay; they’ll find a cure soon.”[/color] Teasing Fallon was so easy at times and Gabe had yet to tire of it.

He threw her a look of disbelief. “And what do you think I was doing by answering to it?”[/color] He said, jaw slightly slack as he awaited her answer. His nickname had been with him since childhood and during college Fallon was one of the few people who called him by his real name. Even Myles still called him Tricks now! He scoffed and folded his arms. “Oh, please! As if a face this cute could be that of a lunatic’s!”[/color] He joked, thinking about the idea for a moment. “And if I was, I’m sure I would’ve snapped by now and, I don’t know, bit you or something.”[/color] He said, waving the thought off with a flick of his wrist. Gabe smirked at her and shook his head softly. “Or am I? Maybe I am the doppelganger of Gabe and I really am Tricks and Gabe is somewhere trying to call you for help and now he can’t because your phone has vanished into thin air.”[/color] He teased, putting the napkin back on the table, but making no move to bring back Fallon’s phone. If it rang, the trick might be ruined, but he wanted to make her wait and with his best fatherly tone he faked a stern expression and met her eyes. “You can have it back after lunch. And I want to see that plate spotless.”[/color] They hadn’t even ordered yet, but that didn’t deter Gabe from his little game.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 815!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon couldn’t hold back the eye roll this time and let her blue eyes lift to the sky. It was easier to picture Gabe dressed as a knight from the round table than in a fight. Since Fallon had known him, the only fights he’d been in were the ones he was dragged into, and none he’d somehow started. Her eyes widened at the very thought Gabe’s words brought to mind. “I can’t just throw away all my shoes! I have to have something to wear!” she said, shocked he would even suggest such a thing. “What am I supposed to do, raid your shoe collection? Walk around in bare feet? In New York City? HA!” she exclaimed, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the difference in our shoe sizes differs significantly.” Shaking her head, she smirked. “I can try. I do have a way with words. I’ve written and read enough scripts to come up with something fantastic to say. Providing I live longer than you, hermit,” she teased.

“I thought it was good,” she said. Admittedly, she didn’t see many movies, and openly voiced that. It was a bit ironic considering the work she’d done, seen and read through. She had her favourites, the Shakespeare creations, especially A Midsummer Nights’ Dream. She could watch that movie a million times and never tire of it. The films produced today were good, she enjoyed them but the plotlines were starting to become less original. Movies from the eighties were fantastic. Fallon lifted her arms in the air and jumped them on a sigh. “Alright, it was a bad analogy, okay. I admit it! I’m terrible at explaining the reasons behind shoe shopping at four different stores besides that I just can’t chose! I have an addiction,” she said closing her eyes for a second, though this wasn’t the first time she’d admitted as much. “And for the record, Girl Talk and Gabe Talk are equally confusing at times, even for me!” Even she had a hard time figuring out what she was saying. It didn’t help she was around more guys than girls pretty much her entire life. It was just easier to deal with them than girls. Fallon gave up trying to look presentable when the two were in teasing moods. His hair would take a few swipes from her hands, especially when she was stealing a piggyback ride, and her hair never looked the same after hanging out with Gabe; he always ruffled her hair, messed it up unless it was already up. She glared at him as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m wearing jeans, do not tempt me. I will turn monkey!” she warned.

“Clearly I was too drunk to realize,” she said, slowly, losing ground in the argument. There really had been no reason for her not to realize it expect maybe the eight shots of tequila she’d started the night on before she’d even gone out! Fallon had never had any nicknames growing up. And aside from the few times she’d been awkwardly called by her father’s name by her mother, everyone had stuck to Fallon, or being lazy Fal or Flynn. “You are a lunatic! Not ten minutes ago you were having me toss out my entire shoe collection! Mental patient,” she said, shaking her head. “Cute factor be damned!” she muttered. Fallon sent Gabe a bland look. “Then I guess he’s screwed then, isn’t he?” she asked, letting her hand fall against the table. She smirked at the tone, “Yes, sir!” she said with a salute to mock him. She let her hand drop as the waitress returned and Fallon laughed, accepting her drink and thanking her. When she asked if they were ready to order, Fallon nodded, “Absolutely, I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken, please,” she said, looking over at Gabe to hear what she could steal from him.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 653
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He knew the shoe comment would spark a reaction from the smaller blonde woman, but at her sudden outburst he jumped slightly and threw her a look that showed his shock and confusion as to why she was so distressed by the very idea. He held his hands out and grabbed her arms to stop her. “In and out, in and out.”

[/color] He exaggerated his own breathing to make the point and then let go of her arms. “Of course you wouldn’t walk around New York barefoot, but you could just keep one or two pairs. I’m sure they’d do the job as well as the rest of them would.” [/color] Gabe shrugged and brushed hair from his face again. People always asked why he never got annoyed when it always fell back in his eyes and it was one of the few questions that Gabe did not have an answer for. He scoffed loudly, drawing some attention to them both without even realising it. “As if you’d actually let me outlive you. You’ll be hanging on to tarnish the reputation I’ll have built and probably to correct all of Myles’ extensive lies to his mini-replication of the Playboy mansion.”[/color] He hoped that his friend would settle down one day and stop drifting through women as though they were socks, but Gabe did not see it happening any time soon.

“Fine, the next time that I get sick you can make me watch it.”[/color] He told her with a small smile. It wasn’t often that he got really sick, but Gabe did have a habit of catching the worst case of the flu at least once a year and working so hard that he found himself lethargic and tired for a few days during which he rarely managed to move anywhere outside the apartment door. He grinned before letting out a small chuckle and patting Fallon’s hand as he picked it up from her side. “It’s okay; the first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem. I’m proud of you.”[/color] He said, wondering if she realised that she had just exclaimed ‘I have an addiction’ in the middle of a New York street. It wasn’t the first time she had confessed the reason behind the mountain of shoes in her apartment, but it was the funniest time for Gabe. “Gabe talk usually has more logic in it than girl talk, or so I’ve been led to believe by experience.”[/color] He said with a shake of his head. At least he could explain his ramblings to people; he had yet to understand one example of girl talk. He took a step away from Fallon and raised his hand in a warning fashion. “Myles gets jealous when you do that and my leg cannot take both of you using me as a climbing frame.”[/color] He said, remembering the last drunken night when he had ferried Fallon from bar to bar on his back only to have Myles demand a ride home after they had dropped Fallon off at her place. Gabe had struggled to walk for the rest of the weekend and his knee had ended up twice the size it should’ve been! Two people on his back was not a promising idea for his busted knee.

“Understatement!”[/color] He laughed, reaching out to flick her hair over her shoulder and into her face. He rolled his eyes and leaned back, fixing her with a bored expression and crooked smirk. “I’m pretty sure that suggesting you throw your shoes out is not one of the signs of a lunatic. Call me back when you see me wielding a carving knife at someone or I turn up at your office covered in blood with no memory of how I got it on me.”[/color] He said, his smirk widening. Scowling, he threw her an insincere glare and folded his arms again. “Some friend you are if that was the truth. I’d at least find some way to save you.”[/color] He said, dropping the act when the waitress came over for their order. He knew Fallon would end up stealing whatever he ordered and every time he tried to order something he liked that she wouldn’t, he had failed. His eyes quickly scoured the menu and then he looked up with a friendly smile. “I’ll have the pasta ittica with a mixed salad on the side, please.”[/color]
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 791!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon took a minute to mimic Gabe before pouting. “They won’t match all my clothes,” she mumbled, distraught by the very thought of losing her shoe collection. Those shoes were the only things keeping her and Felicity even talking. She hadn’t exactly told anyone about that, and it was how she managed to nearly double her shoe collection a month after she’d arrived in New York. Her mother, who couldn’t look her own daughter in the eye, loved shoes as much as Fallon, and sent her a collection on their own of shoes as a house warming of sorts, along with a handwritten letter, apologizing for being unaware of the move; because Fallon hadn’t told her a dozen times or anything. Being unable to talk to the woman to give birth to you for more than five minutes without her faking a reason to leave lunch wasn’t exactly on the top of the professor’s tell people list. In fact, she wasn’t even aware if anyone knew if her mother was still alive, though chances were she’d said something small about it while bad mood drinking. She sighed, pushing it all away. There wasn’t a reason to get excited over it all, and she certainly didn’t want to ruin the nice day. She smirked, shaking her head. “Well, someone has to set the record straight,” she said, shrugging.

Fal rolled her eyes. Gabe hardly got sick. It was like once a year, Fallon was bring chicken soup by or cancelling a day of classes to sit around his apartment watching old black and white films; conversations neither of them were confused over. When she got the chance to watch movies her students were directing, writing and filming themselves, she enjoyed all sorts of different movies. The old Hollywood types were her favourite with Marilyn Monroe and Elisabeth Taylor. She could watch those two women act and never get bored. “I’ve got it in my collection, too bad it’ll take until next year for you to see it!” she said, sighing. “I’d leave it at your place, but every once in a while, I enjoy watching it over again.” Fal didn’t care that she’d just yelled out in the middle of the street. It wasn’t any of their business. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up, Gabe,” she said, laughing. “Girl talk makes sense to girls, it’s logical. Guys hear gibberish; we just don’t remember that sometimes. It’s okay though, we forgive you your faults,” she said, teasing. Fallon bit her tongue, “Your brofriend doesn’t need to know about our escapades when he’s not around,” she said, teasing him. She’d heard all about that drunken night for days afterwards! She had tried not to laugh much but told him she couldn’t promise she’d never do it again, when she knew full well that it would happen again; they both knew it would.

Fallon spurted, spitting out the hair that fell into her mouth. She made a face as she freed flyaway strands from her glossed lips. “A minor misjudgement due to confusion, really, and it was all sorted out after I’d sobered up enough to piece it all together.” In Fallon’s case, that meant waking up in her bedroom with a very fuzzy memory of the night before, her uncle taking to Gabe in her kitchen while he made her favourite Belgium waffles with strawberries, sauce and whipped cream and about eighteen cups of coffee. If being on an over caffeinated sugar high wasn’t a good enough wake up call, Fallon didn’t know what could be. “That would be a sign of some sort of bi-polar multiple personality disorder, not lunacy. Tell me, do you have blackouts often?” she asked, smirking. Fallon’s lips spread in a smile. “Of course you’d come after me, Gabe, but you’d never need to. I’m one of a kind, there’s no replacing me just like you,” she said, as sugar sweet as she could and truthfully; there was not replacing them. She wasn’t vain. She’d rather be in sweats with her hair up than dolled up, but she had a career and being presentable wasn’t exactly a minor role in having people take you seriously. She still loved her heels, though. She lifted her glass, taking a sip. “Yum!” she said, smiling, setting her glass down on the table again.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 723
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3