What I Want

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon still felt bad about having to bow out of helping with the move. It had been a sort of last minute thing anyway. Trevor had called two days before they were supposed to leave and didn’t really give her the option of having a life. If she were being honest, she didn’t want to go with the guys to help pack up Gabe’s things. She had wanted to see where he’d grown up. She’d been an ocean side city girl her entire life. The only reason she ever went inland was because of Trevor, and even then she wasn’t allowed far from his side, she’d only been a little girl. “We could have just tied him to the roof, let him surf home. And I sit cross-legged in the passenger seat anyway, we could have used that space for more books,” she said, teasing him about his endless collection. The amount of books the man had could rival an actual library! Even her movie collection wasn’t that extensive! "I'm not that short," she said, crossing her arms and pouting. "Only compared to you and Myles! There's practically a foot difference! Of course I wear heels! I'd start developing a complex or something with you two always around! And with these puppies on, I’m only a few inches shorter!” She said pleased. She’d always been shorter than everyone else. She usually enjoyed it, but when people started calling her shrimp it annoyed her. She didn’t mind Thumbelina, or Tinkerbell or the rest, but shrimp got to her.

"Yes, but with you drugged, you'd be dead weight, and an unconscious person is always heavier, so with just me to toss your ass in the back, you'd be too heavy and Myles wouldn't help me. He still thinks I'm the one behind him waking up in that golf cart!" Like she could have done that! And where he thought she got the golf cart in the first place was a mystery. Fallon had quite the imagination, but the morning after, when they’d found him out cold in that cart; Fallon had just kept wondering how the idiot found the cart in the first place. “You mean I’ve been blinded by you in your swim trunks a million times,” she replied, not giving an inch on the topic. “I can promise you there’s no fake tan in there!” she said, adamant that it was a stupid way to get some colour. Hell, she didn’t even use bronzer! “I guess you’re stuck being Casper’s cousin forever then,” Fal said on a sigh. It took Gabe forever to even get a touch of colour while it had taken Fal an afternoon to get dark. But it was always easier to tan when you grew up in with the sun beating down nearly every single day of the year. She didn’t know the weather of Nebraska, but she was sure you couldn’t walk around either topless or sporting a bikini top nearly all year round.

“I’m thinking snow in July would probably qualify,” she said, contemplating the possibilities of “freak weather”. There were probably still a couple things that could be considered, but besides a record breaking heat wave in January, and snow in July or August, she couldn’t think of any. Fallon threw her hands into the air, "I don't know! Wear a 'Camp Counselor' t-shirt!" not that she knew how that would help. But she always felt like camp counselors wouldn't get beat up if they were found hugging someone. And with all the threats Gabe got, investing in the fake shirt might be an idea worth thinking about. “The brainiacs shall inherit the Earth,” she said rolling her eyes playfully. Fallon loved teasing Gabe about his smarts, because he almost always rambled on down some path she’d started him on with her comments. She rolled her eyes. “You just don’t want to give me something Myles already has,” she said pouting her glossed lips. “I get lunches and he gets all the jokes! I may need to go shopping to heal my bruised feelings,” she added with a sigh. “Oh, yes, Gabe! I just can’t take my eyes off you!” she said, leaning back and crossing her legs. Casually she swung her leg, “You’ve never even tried a sunrise! You can’t even taste the tequila in that!” It was her usual go-to drink between the shots and the dancing. When she was trying to behave, she drank rum and Pepsi; it almost never worked out that way, but at least she tried. Fallon raised a brow at Gabe. She didn’t even know how to reply to that. Thankfully, he burst out with laughter and she didn’t really have to say anything at all to it. She just shook her head, laughing at him.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 800
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe had never really thought about it before, but the idea was planted in his head now. He wanted Fallon to see Nebraska, mainly so she would understand some of the references he made to his home and the childhood he had shared with his brothers. There was a lot about Gabe that would make so much more sense if she knew more about his life and actually saw it with her own pale blue eyes, rather than relying on his rambling explanations that he knew she didn’t always listen to. He wanted to show her something that was vastly different from California and give her a glimpse of his childhood, since he had seen and heard so much about her own already since he had met her. “Please, you know Myles. He would’ve used that experience to start telling people that he was a stunt man or something.”

[/color] Myles was forever taking the smallest things and twisting them into some great adventure. If he ever had the patience to sit down and write, Gabe was pretty sure he would make a damn good novel out of his lies.
Gabe shook his head, disagreeing with her, a small smirk dancing across his lips. “If you wore flat shoes more often, we’d be used to how vertically challenged you are and probably would jump into teasing you all the time. We only do it now because when you take those heels off it something hysterical about realising just how teeny tiny you are.”[/color] Gabe said, trying to fight off the laughter as well as keep a wary eye on Fallon in case she lashed out to slap him or something equally as violent.

“Or, you could drug me near the car, pop the trunk and just push me back into it as the drugs started to take effect. Then you’d just have to reposition my limbs so that they fit.”[/color] He suggested, thinking the situation over probably a little too much for it to be healthy. He didn’t even remember how this conversation had turned to Fallon drugging him and essentially kidnapping him afterwards. The young man had learnt to stop questioning this sort of thing a long time ago though, especially since most of their conversations often took a pretty surreal turn sooner or later. “In Myles’ logic it made sense that you were to blame. He simply thought about film sets, those buggy things that get used and put it down to you. No one actually knows the secrets of that night. I was passed out in my bed with some girl Brad had introduced me to.”[/color] It was a weird night all around and Gabe had never seen that girl again. Still, most of the nights of Pi Kappa Phi remained a mystery, no matter how hard they all worked to try and have something make sense again. “Oh, sure. Just keep telling yourself that. You know that I’m better being less built than those California guys with their muscles and their tans.”[/color] He joked, pursing his lips and nodding as though he was right, which he often like to believe he was. He let out a small chuckle and glanced down at his pale arms. “I happen to enjoy being Casper’s cousin. It hurts less than getting burnt to a crisp under the LA sun.”[/color] He said, sticking his tongue out at Fallon and rolling his eyes.

He blinked at her, his eyes a little wider as he replied. “I’ve seen snow in July.”[/color] It had only happened once or twice, but it was possible. It usually came after a few days of pretty bad and un-summery weather in Nebraska. It was never anything to run for the hills about and usually didn’t last beyond the afternoon, but it had still happened in his lifetime. He laughed loudly at her suggestion and then leaned over to mess up her hair again. “I have a feeling someone who had seen the American Pie movies one too many times might freak out and interpret that the wrong way. Like Myles, and we both know how easy it is for him to hand me trouble on a silver platter just by opening that mouth of his at times.”[/color] There had been more than a few moments when Myles had spoken first and then thought about what he had said only once Gabe was quickly fumbling around his words to try and find a calming explanation that didn’t implicate him in the way Myles had suggested. “We will, and then you will be begging me to spare your life.”[/color] He said haughtily, not even sure why her life might be under threat to begin with, but it sounded good. He shot her a look and shook his head, leaning back in his seat and cupping his hands behind his head. “If you need to go shopping, you do it alone. I’m not falling for that again!”[/color] He said just as the waitress brought them their meals, placing them on the table in front of the two UCLA graduates. “It’s okay, Fal, I know you can’t. It’s why I visit you so often; so you can get your fix.”[/color] He teased, winking at her as he picked up his fork and knife and looked down at his food, stomach growling in anticipation of the meal. “I’d rather just stay away from tequila and the drinks associated with it. It’s safer for everyone.”[/color] He said, refusing to contemplate the idea of a cocktail with the dreaded alcohol in.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 972!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Let’s be honest here. The boy’s hardly got game, I’m sure we can let him have his theatrical tales. It’s the only way he’s getting any anyway,” she said, shaking her head. The stories that slipped past Myles’ lips were almost always pure fiction, some of the best tales Fallon had ever heard in fact. If he would have been open to it, Fal would have suggested going back to school at NYU, studying creative writing or something along the lines. Hell, even taking her classes could help. He could be one of the best screen writers of their time! But of course, he was still acting like the young, wild and free college kid he once was, and at their age, even still young, they had to be a little grown up. One day, he was going to wake up and realize he wasn’t exactly that college Frat Boy anymore. “I’d rather it every once in a while over all the time. Thumbelina and Tinkerbell aren’t exactly names to be remembered by, you know,” she said as if she were bothered by the prospect. By now, she was more resigned to the teasing than annoyed or angered by it. At least there weren’t a dozen people from her past around New York calling her those names, just the two of them. “And five, five is not that short, jolly giant!” she added, trying to defend her height, however pointless it was.

Fallon shook her head. “That would definitely be an easier way about it. However, the problem with that is timing. I’d have to give you the drugs at the right time, and get you by the trunk in time to just simply push you backwards. And my timing is far from perfect,” she remarked, smirking. The conversations the two hard were odd at best. They could be talking about something as innocent as a trip back to California one minute, and the next they were discussing ways to drug Gabe, basically kidnap him, and drag him back to the Golden coast without him having a choice in the matter. “Just because I have access to some studio vehicles, doesn’t mean I’d piss Trevor off taking it off the lot.” There were grown men who were scared of what Trevor could do. Fallon may have been able to get away with a lot of things when it came to her uncle, but basically stealing a golf cart wasn’t on that particular long list; maybe if she’d run it by him first, that might have been a different story. After drunkenly searching for Myles, and coming up blank, Fallon had slipped off to his room to sleep off the night, knowing it would be empty. Brad had gone missing shortly after introducing Gabe to that twit, leaving Fallon alone with the few remaining Pi Kappa Phi’s.

Fallon’s eyes narrowed at the mention of that girl. She’d always hated those girls who just took advantage of Gabe’s good nature. And she had been one of the worst in Fal’s opinion, though she didn’t quite know why. Now, she knew where Brad had run off to, but at that time she’d been too drunk to care and had figured he’d fallen asleep somewhere on campus. It still bothered her that she could be so stupid. Fallon prided herself on being an intelligent woman, and yet she’d been completely blinded by her then boyfriend; a man that had cared about her about as much as she didn’t realize she cared about him. She hadn’t cared about him at all. She had thought they were so in love, but every time she looked back on it all, it was so obvious and she felt the fool. It was better late than never. She’d gotten herself out of that relationship and out of the state for a fresh start.

Fallon rolled her eyes. “At least being less built than them makes it easier to take your geek chic style seriously,” she teased. “It’s called sunscreen, dear. Maybe you should invest in some,” she suggested. It was her not-so-secret secret to her tan. She practically coated herself in the stuff and then when she was actually on the beach, she spritzed with some tanning oils. Of course, she barely spent time really lounging on the beach. When she was by the ocean, if she wasn’t in it, she was playing volleyball. Her poolside with her text books and iPod was where she lounged in the sun. Fallon’s eyes widened and she shook her head slowly. “No. Snow in July is not allowed to happen! Tell Nebraska its weather machine is on the fritz,” she said, honestly stunned by that statement. Fallon huffed about her messy hair. It was so pointless trying to fix it when as soon as she did, Gabe was right there messing it all up again! “I never said it was a good idea,” she said, shrugging, running her fingers through her hair to bring some sense to it again. “It was just a suggestion.” She knew what Myles was like and had been there a time or two when the other Pi Kappa Phi opened his big mouth. She sat back, killing herself laughing, sometimes with tears in her eyes, while Gabe tried desperately to defuse the situation. Fallon smiled sweetly, “Asking isn’t the same as begging and you and I both know you’d get bored without me around,” she said taking a sip from her drink. “Thank you,” she said to the waitress before addressing the man across the table from her. She picked up her fork and pointed it in his direction. “After the dress incident last time, it would have to be a life or death situation to bring you along next time. Paisley, really?” she said, shaking her head. “Is that why?” she asked, automatically mixing her food together, despite the fact it was unnecessary. “I always thought you spent too much time in the dusty aisles and needed to rant about all those interesting facts in that head of yours." Fal shrugged a shoulder. “Probably better than way, anyhow. Hard liquor tends to get you Frat boys in trouble,” she teased, picking up her knife and cutting into the fettuccine noodles.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 1044
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe laughed, knowing that what Fallon said was true. Myles, without his words and dramatic tales, didn’t really have a lot to offer some nice girl at a bar. Gabe loved him to bits in that stereotypical bromance kind of way, but there was a vast difference between laughing in their apartment with bottles of beer, some terrible movie and a pizza and trying to meet the women of his dreams in the bars they regularly haunted. Gabe didn’t think that Myles would ever find love there, but his friend insisted that he wasn’t looking for that. “The only problem is the day when he meets someone who’s genuine and he’s gone and told her enough lies to chase an army away.”

[/color] The fool proof plan would bite Myles in the ass one of these days and Gabe was just waiting for the moment when he would have to pick up the pieces and try to patch everything back together again. Hopefully, Myles would learn from it though and realise that it was time to grow up and stop living in the dream of their college years. “But if we were used to seeing you at your natural height all the time then we probably wouldn’t call you such things.”[/color] He pointed out with a crooked smirk before laughing at her ‘nickname’ for him. “Jolly giant? Really? I’m of average height for a guy of my age!”[/color] He was six one and he was usually the kind of guy who was used to seeing those taller than him. He still got stopped by old women in stores and they would ask him to reach things for them, but that happened to most young people, so long as they broke five two or something.

Gabe shook his head in disappointment. “All those years around the movies and you’re not creative enough to think of something that would work in that scenario? Trevor would be upset.”[/color] He teased, pushing the hair from his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest in a relaxed position, eyes twinkling across as Fallon. “There are far more simpler ways to go about it rather than overthinking some complicated rouse.”[/color] He said, several ideas running through his mind, but he made no attempt to share them with Fallon; there was no knowing what she might do with that knowledge and if Myles was involved…Gabe had a feeling he’d be waking up on the roadside in a different state. “Yeah, but Myles didn’t know Trevor then. He just assumed that you had the capability to run wild around the film sets and do what you like. We know he’s not altogether sane, but hell, that was his weird logic back then.”[/color] It would probably be his logic again now if the same thing had happened last week. He didn’t stop to think or question the guys he had been with right before the memories stopped, or the fact that one or two of the brothers were frequently playing golf at some fancy country club their parents were elite members of.

Back in college, Gabe usually found himself with girls who were only interested in flings and one night stands. The two relationships he had been in never lasted more than a few months and he quickly found himself hooking up with random girls who Brad or Myles introduced him to when he had spent a little too long with the whiskey bottle and his moral compass was pointing in the wrong direction. It wasn’t his style, normally, and it annoyed him sometimes, especially when Brad and Myles knew that. He still didn’t know what had caused Fallon to break up with Brad, but he never felt as though it was right to ask her about it either. He was just glad when she did. Gabe had gotten along fine with Brad, but he wasn’t someone who he’d call a good friend or a best friend. Plus, he always felt as though Brad was less interested in Fallon than he should have been and Gabe knew that the blonde woman deserved so much more than what he offered her.

“It’s not a style; it’s a way of life.”[/color] He said breathlessly for dramatic effect as he flicked his hair from his face in the manner that one expected to see on a shampoo advert. Fallon had a habit of drawing out his dramatic side from time to time, but it probably also came from the fact that Gabe spent so long in the stacks with books of Gods that didn’t know anything that wasn’t worthy of a blockbuster movie or soap opera. “What’s the point if I’m going to die and old and lonely hermit?”[/color] He asked, bringing their conversation almost full circle now as he let out a theatrical sigh and dropped his chin to the palm of his hand. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Nebraska is surprisingly different to LA.”[/color] He said, pointing out the obvious at Fallon’s shocked expression. Shrugging again, he adjusted his seat and began to wrap the pasta around his fork, blowing at it before slipping it into his mouth, relieved that their lunch had finally arrived. “If you weren’t around I’d still be chasing after Myles. It’s not as if I’d grow bored quickly.”[/color] He said, though he knew that without Fallon, New York certainly would be a different place for him and certainly not as funny. “I still insist that you could’ve pulled it off. Besides, you’ve seen my wardrobe! If it’s not a t-shirt or plaid shirt then I probably don’t own one.”[/color] There wasn’t much variety of styles, but he didn’t care for fancy shirts or designer names. “If I just needed someone to rant to, then I’d call my mom.”[/color] he said, raising his fork to his lips again. “At least she’d appreciate my findings.”[/color] He teased, just to try and wind Fallon up some more. “Only when you’re around to encourage the trouble. We had plenty of good nights without major incident when you were helping Trevor or working.”[/color] He told her, doing his usual trick of blaming her for most of Pi Kappa Phi’s fights or fast escapes from bars.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 1,086!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Myles was a talker at the bars and clubs. Fallon swore he planned out what he was going to say before he ever left the apartment. It was a ridiculous plan, but he had one. “Hopefully by the time he finds that girl, he’ll have settled down a bit and maybe telling even started telling the truth to the girls he meets.” She had high hopes that one day he’d wake up and clue in to his surroundings and realize he wasn’t that twenty-one year old college kid whose only worry for the day was if he made it to class in time. “Failing that, he’s always got you to pick up the pieces and me to yell at him for being an idiot!” Fallon brushed her bangs out of her eyes, sighing. “That’s what you think. If I were to wear flat shoes all the time, those nicknames would become normal, everyday even. And instead of calling me Thumbelina or whatever every once in a while, it would be your go-to endearment when talking to me,” she said, smiling that she could still remember a tiny bit of the psych class she took freshman year. “Being average height means nothing if you’re going to sit there and call me Thumbelina!” She retorted shaking her head.

“Oh, hush. I forgot that notebook at Trevor’s. I still have things there,” she said, knowing there were plenty of notebooks still at her uncle’s house full of ideas. She was sure there was something in one of them that could have been helpful in this hypothetical situation. “And Trev could be thanking his lucky stars, actually, since despite the fact he still drags me along to sets here in the City, I was never meant to be in the industry,” she said, rolling her eyes. “At least, that’s the story I get every time I see him and he’s making me run lines with a new actor.” It was one of the only jobs her uncle still asked her to do. Trev had an office in New York, but he didn’t frequent that as much, having his associates film the actors and have the digital copies emailed to him. When there was someone who interested him for a part, or the casting directors suggested a person, it was Fallon who was asked to sit down with them and run lines. Thankfully Trevor learned to work around her school schedule or all would have been lost. “Complicated can be fun!” Fallon visibly shook, remembering the first time their friend had ever met her uncle. Trevor had been on the phone in his home office, in the middle of a yelling match with the casting director over some hot new rising star. Trevor hadn’t wanted the kid and the director was trying to yell him into submission. And then Myles went and broke that white vase in the hall outside his office. Admittedly, it was an ugly thing that was a gift from some decorator or something; Fallon stopped listening to the tale. But since the woman who’d gifted it, visited often he’d had to make use of it. And honestly, when he’d found out he was more relieved than angry about the vase; it was just a residual temper flare from the phone call he’d hung up at the racket. “He knows about him now, though,” she said, chuckling at the memory. It had been funny then and just kept getting funnier. Myles had freaked out and Fallon rarely saw the guy freak out like he had.

Greek row had never been anything Fallon had wanted for herself. The sororities she’d visited at the beginning of her freshman year were all the same. Basically a bunch of slutty girls running around with the preppy girl façade, pretending they were all sweet and innocent while hopping into nearly every frat boys bed. Besides the fact that with the amount of time she spent working, either at the studio or Starbucks, living on campus was a stupid idea. It wasn’t until she really started hanging out with Gabe and his brothers that she thought she’d made a mistake. Even seeing Brad, she still went back to her house, and very rarely did she wake up in his Frat house. The guys there were nothing like the guys of Pi Kappa Phi. She liked those guys, got along with them well and even crashed on their couch enough times to have a room in the house of her own! Fallon smirked, “Well the people in your “way of life” don’t go around flipping their hair like models in a commercial. And geeky chic is a style, thank you!” The young professor shook her head. “Even hermits have to leave the cave for food or something! And it’s better than the alternative damage to your skin!” Just because she grew up soaking in the vitamin D, didn’t mean she didn’t take care of herself. She almost never left her house without making sure she had sunscreen on, even now, in a city that didn’t get as much heat as LA did. And the only times she did leave without wearing any were when she’d spent the night at Gabe’s and Myles’ place, where sunscreen was a mystery. Fallon shot Gabe a look. “I know that, thanks Captain.” She said sarcastically.

“If the brainiacs are taking over, don’t you think they’d be sending Myles off somewhere? He may have graduated from College, but his heads still there,” she pointed out. “And with all the partying done by him, they wouldn’t let him run around the streets, even if you were chasing after him like a lost pet.” Myles could be like a little lost, drunk puppy. “No, paisley went out with the seventies,” she said, adamantly. There were few pieces from few decades that could still be used and well. As far as Fallon was concerned, paisley wasn’t one of them. Fal dropped her fork on her plate and lifted her hands to her heart. “That hurts! That you think I don’t appreciate your magnificent findings. I do actually hear what you say, you know,” she said, sulkily, picking her fork up again. She took a bit of her lunch, holding out on saying anything to him. “I’m so pleased I could be the catalyst to the trouble your house could get into. Can you just imagine who the theoretical Helen was before I walked on campus?” She teased, taking another bite of her meal.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 1086
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy hair. “I’ll be surprised if that day ever arrives. I dread to think what he’d tell us if we couldn’t see through his lies so easily.”

[/color] He did worry about Myles sometimes. It wasn’t as though he needed to lie really; he was a charming enough guy with plenty of charisma to win a woman if he would just be himself. For some reason, Myles thought they needed the dramatic tales and twisted truths to think that he might be a great catch. “Do you really want to be in your forties and still having to venture out at 4am to collect him from whatever drama he’s caused himself?”[/color] Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow and shooting her a pointed look. His face crinkled into a pensive expression and he fell silent for a moment before shaking his head and looking at Fallon with a tight lipped smile. “It already is my go-to term of endearment for you, Thumbelina.”[/color] He said with a wink, his smile widening.

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “And when do you plan on moving out, officially?”[/color] He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he awaited an answer. There were few things of his left back in Nebraska. Most of it was childhood stuff and old school trophies; the kind of sentimental stuff that his mom was so proud of she couldn’t bear to think about throwing any of it away. “We all thank our lucky stars about that. You have plenty of “diva moments” without needing an actual excuse for more.”[/color] He teased, shuddering at the thought of Fallon strutting about as though everyone was nothing but another lackey. Gabe knew that he probably wouldn’t still be talking with her if she had turned out anything like that; high maintenance women were not on his list of likes. “I think he’s still scared of him. I don’t think he ever quite recovered from that first meeting.”[/color] Gabe said, shaking his head with a small smile. He’d never quite understand how Myles had the capability to make one of the worst first impressions ever. Even when he had gone to Lincoln with Gabe he had managed to reverse the car into the mailbox and then almost take down the neighbour’s bike as he braked suddenly. He was almost out of explanations for his friend’s sometimes crazy behaviour. Luckily, everyone who had met Myles was somewhat used to it, so it wasn’t like he upset of offended people very often and on the rare occasion when he did, Gabe was nearby to quickly mediate the situation and restore a semblance of harmony to the scene.

Greek Row and the benefits were something Gabe had never understood until he was there and part of that life, despite seemingly not fitting into that ideal at first glance. He had never intended to be in a Fraternity, but he was glad that the moral support he had offered a friend had led to a room in the Pi Kappa Phi house and four years of a college life to rival no other. There were photo albums laying in the apartment that provided a glimpse into the life the boys had lived and it was brilliant, even just to look at some of the photos there. “How do you know? Do you know many of my kind?”[/color] Gabe questioned, raising his eyebrows and humming roughly at her. “It’s only a style to those kids who think that wearing glasses is fun and who think that it’s awesome to Wikipedia ‘geeky’ things so that they sound smart.”[/color] He spun his pasta around in the sauce and then pointed at Fallon to enunciate his point. “For the rest of us, it’s a way of life.”[/color] He thought for a moment as he chewed his food, speaking only after he had swallowed it; Gabe hated bad manners and that including talking with your mouth full. “In this day and age I’m sure hermits just get their food delivered to their cave.”[/color] He said, frowning at how a useful system could also be construed as lazy and probably was used as such by some people.

He shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t even think a true genius would know quite what to do with Myles. I think they may observe and study him before feeding him to some wild beast.”[/color] Gabe said, once again his imagination running away with him. Picking at his meal, he thought for a second and then grinned. “They’re not my findings. I just use the old myths and legends to support modern day thesis based ideas and questions. Plus, it’s fascinating how humanity could make up such fantastic details and believe in them so much.”[/color] He said, pausing to take a sip of his drink before speaking again. “I’m sure she was a lot more bearable to be around when intoxicated.”[/color] He teased, biting back the smirk as he pushed another forkful of the food into his mouth.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 889!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! IT’S A SHORT ONE! MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon adored Myles. He was one of her best friends, and the tales he went on with were amusing, especially since she knew they were all completely bullshit. But hearing him come up with a story about him being a bull rider practically on the spot was brilliant. And if he wasn’t such a pathological liar, Fal might have found him charming and attractive. But she preferred the straight up honesty you almost never found in clubs. “When that day comes, the sky will open up and rain rum,” Fallon said, wistfully before shaking her head on a sigh, “If I didn’t know him so well, I’d hardly believe a word he said, including his name.” From her perspective, Myles was a great catch. He was funny, charming, attractive, but those lies he told were so unnecessary. And by the time they were all in their forties, Fallon prayed he would smarten up and start finally acting his age! “By the time I’m forty, I hope to be dragging a child around to soccer practice and guitar lessons,” she said shaking her head, knowing if she ever had kids, she would not be the soccer mom type. Fallon lifted her hands in the air and dropped them again, “I give up!” she said, laughing. There really was no way around the nicknames, she wore flats, and that was all anyone would call her, she wore heels and they teased her that she needed them to not feel so short. It wasn’t exactly a win-win when you were trying to be professional. She should have been used to it by now, even as a kid on sets, instead of remembering her name like another line in the script, the people around her called her little pet names, revolving around her height.

“Never,” she said deadpan. The house was hers, sort of. She’d been told since she was a little girl that her uncle’s castle was meant for one princess, and she’d get it when she was old enough. Now, Fallon knew that meant it was hers in the will, along with what else, she didn’t know, but Trevor always said she would be well taken care of. There wasn’t much left, if she were being honest. Just a bunch of boxes of her childhood, keepsakes she didn’t want to toss out and almost all of her old journals, diaries and script work. At the end of the day, she said the chances of her returning to LA to live were slim to none, but she knew better than that. The company would eventually become hers, and unless she wanted to move it full time to New York, there was no other option that moving back. But she hardly thought about that since it still seemed so far away. Fal shook her head. She couldn't even see herself being one of those snooty women who thought the world revolved around them. She may have had a crazy childhood, but she’d been raised well, to think that she wasn't above anyone because there was money involved. But she couldn't get anyone to see past that in Hollywood. They heard her name, and just assumed she was like all the rest of the fakes. Sure, she could don the bitch cape and tear someone down, but it was rare, and only when she was provoked. “I do not have diva moments,” she said, haughtily before laughing. Shaking her head, Fallon’s chuckles subsided. She wasn’t even sure how Myles had managed to break the vase in the first place, but when she’d walked into the hall, the ugly thing was in a hundred pieces scattered all over the floor. “He really needs to get over that sooner or later. It’s not like Trevor’s going to eat him or something,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, yes I do,” she said, nodding her head and lying through her teeth. She didn’t know a soul like Gabe. Though she did have a few of those kids he was talking about in her class. She wasn’t sure what it was they thought directors and industry people dressed like, but she swore half her class showed up in thick, dark framed glasses and scarves; miles and miles of scarves. She honestly felt like she needed to take them all on set and shatter their illusions, just so it would stop. She owned scarves, but she didn’t wear them so excessively. She shuddered, “You can keep your way of life just as soon as you steal it back from those kids. When did wearing fake glasses and two scarves with four necklaces become acceptable?” she wondered aloud. It was just taking trends too far. Fallon took a bite of her food, thinking that over seriously; because contemplating how one living in a cave would get food was important. She sipped at her drink once her mouth was free of food. Finishing that, she spoke. “Alright, but with all those trees around, how would this hermit get service? No phone, no internet, the signals would get through the cover. How about that smart guy?” she asked, smirking. He’d have an answer for her example, of course, but these odd conversations amused Fallon, and took her mind from the work that lay on her desk.

“Just toss him out to the lions at the zoo and see if they really do like free range game?” she added to the mental image. Those animals were relatively tame, compared to the animals of the wild, and were far to use to having their raw meat practically handed to them. Having to chase their meal around their enclosure would probably be too much work. Fallon rolled her eyes, amused. “Same thing! You still look through the books and find things, which you interpret and add to your thesis. And people can believe anything. Magic is everywhere,” she said, taking a bite of her fettuccine. Fallon’s eyes narrowed as she swallowed the noodles. “Hey, now! I’m fantastic with alcohol in my system! All happy, fun and friendly.” Which should have gotten her in trouble, but it never had with Brad; yet another obvious flaw.

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Words|| 1028
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O Gabe may have behaved but Fallon didn't xD <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe lacked the talent or ability to lie as easily as Myles. Aside from joking about over things, Gabe was pretty much 100% honest about everything. When he did try to lie he couldn’t make eye contact with anyone, mumbled his words and often found himself developing a bit of a nervous twitch if he managed to keep it up for longer than five minutes. “And that day I’ll probably have to carry you home and hold your hair back while you throw up the entire day.”

[/color] Gabe said with a small smirk. She had a point though and if he hadn’t lived with Myles throughout college and his time in New York, Gabe doubted he would trust him all that much. At least one day he would realise how bad a situation his lies would get him in and once Gabe rescued him from that, he might take a chance with honesty. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked across at Fallon with a curious expression. “Why soccer and guitar? Why not hockey and drums? Or swimming and piano?”[/color] He said, knowing it would irk Fallon when he once again questioned her own words. He smirked at her again, knowing that no matter what happened there would always be a pet name he could use for Fallon. He had an endless supply of them and there were many she didn’t even know about yet!

He pushed his hair back and shook his head. He couldn’t see Fallon returning to California permanently in the near future, but she was back often enough for her to leave some of her things there. Besides, he didn’t know how long he’d be in New York for either considering that this was his third move in less than ten years. There were no immediate plans to throw a dart at a map and see where it landed, but he was still young and figuring out his life; the right offer would move him anywhere if it was what he wanted to do with his life.
A smirk pulled at his lips and he raised his eyebrow, purposely looking away from Fallon as he spoke. “And that’s exactly what a diva would say.”[/color] His voice practically sang the words and he prematurely sidestepped any flying hand that Fallon might have aimed at him for the remark. Gabe rubbed a hand over his jaw and a small chuckle arose from his throat. “Well, it probably doesn’t help that I keep feeding him horror stories every time one of us mentioned California or Trevor. It’s far too much fun messing with Myles’ head from time to time. I like to think of it as revenge for all the times I’ve had to pick him up from a club or bar when he’s been too drunk for any taxi driver to take the risk.”[/color] He confessed, forever amused by how gullible one encounter with Trevor had made his Pi Kappa Phi brother. Maybe it was mean of Gabe to exploit this strange fear, but he simply couldn’t resist each time the opportunity arose for another faux jibe or made up tale.

He threw her a look of disbelief and folded his arms, leaning back to fix her with a challenging gaze. “Name one.”[/color] He tasked her with, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, knowing that it was unlikely Fallon knew anyone of his calibre. If she did, he doubted that he’d get as much stick as he did from her every time he barrelled into her office with some new and wonderful (at least to him) fact or myth. His fingers moved up to his own choice of glasses today. He may have had a variety of styles, but at least his lenses were real and prescribed. His eyesight was getting worse, following in the suit of his mother. He enjoyed wearing his glasses though and only kept the contacts for when Fallon and Myles talked him into wearing them on their fancier nights out in New York. Shaking his head, he nodded in slightly annoyed agreement. “About the same time mocking people’s visual impairments became fashionable.”[/color] He answered, sipping his drink and sighing. “I wore glasses identical to the three pairs I have now back when I was a kid. Back then, it’d be ‘four eyes’ and now I get nineteen year olds saying that they’re ‘awesome frames’.”[/color] Fashion ideals baffled him in general, but he really didn’t understand the whole fad of dressing for winter in summer with layers of scarfs and cardigans. No, Gabe was happy with his shirts, hoodies and Converse – whether they matched or not!
Without missing a beat, Gabe didn’t even look up from his plate to give Fallon his reply. “Satellite telephones. No need to worry about signals or reception; it’ll beam it right into space without the tiniest of troubles once it’s set up properly, which you know I could handle.”[/color] He said, knowing that she probably expected an answer from him that would provide a solution to her theorised problem.

He laughed at the image her words planted in his mind and had to take a moment to compose himself before he choked on his lunch. “Personally, I’d love to leave him out in the woods somewhere and watch him try to find his way back to salvation or survive. I took him camping the other summer and it was hilarious watching him try to pick which bush he would claim for his territory. I don’t know why he was being so fussy; must’ve been a side effect from all that LA sunshine.”[/color] He mused, grinning boldly at the memory of that weekend and Myles being completely out of his comfort zone. “I know magic is everywhere. I embody magic!”[/color] If there were more useful objects nearby and he wasn’t enjoying his lunch so much, he’d probably perform another trick to emphasise his point. However, he still had her phone carefully tucked away and had already planned the grand finale for that little number. He lifted another forkful of the fish to his lips and then almost spluttered it back out again dramatically at her suggestion. He shot her another disbelieving look and shook his head. “That’s the girl you think you are when you’re propping yourself up at a bar, slurring to me how much you hate creepy guys who are crawling New York and then screaming like you’re at a football game when your favourite song comes on. Which, by the way, is almost every other song when you’re hitting the tequila like it’s Orlando Bloom.”[/color] He said with a smirk, before wrapping more of his food around the fork and bringing it to his mouth again.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 1,162!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon laughed cheerfully. “I’ve thought of that! I’ll wear my hair up! I’ll probably just make an outfit of it and wear baggy grey sweat pants and some tighter t-shirt so it doesn’t fall into the inevitable pathway.” There really shouldn’t have been a plan like that in place for anything short of hospitalization. “But you’ll still need to carry me home. With all that rum just raining down over me, I’ll be highly intoxicated and unable to stand in my six inch peep toe pumps. I appreciate the offer to hold my hair back, too, though we remember the last time we tried that. I had to buy a new pair of clown shoes,” she said teasing. The last time she drank so far above her limit that Gabe had to take care of her, she’d tossed her cookies all over his Chucks and she’d felt so bad about that that when she was well enough to walk and not crawl away from the couch, she went a bought him a new pair. Though her fashion sense and growing up in LA wouldn’t allow her to wear heels with sweats; that was information Gabe didn’t need to know if he didn’t already. Fallon rolled her eyes. Naturally, it was the fact that Fallon had said she would be carting around children that Gabe fixated on, it was the activities said hypothetical children would be participating in. “Alright fine! Swimming and drums or guitar. I can teach them the piano myself,” she said shaking her head. Like a few things in life, Fallon’s ability to play the piano wasn’t something she advertised.

If she ever had to move back to California, she would be begging any one of her friends to go back with her. Since that first year in College, she really couldn’t see her future without Gabe and even Myles in her life. A world without the two of them in her life just wasn’t possible for Fallon; she needed them to keep her from tearing her hair out. Fallon pouted, wanting to lean across the table and... Do something, hit him maybe. She wanted to wipe that teasing smirk off his face; that much she did know. “I think you’re the diva,” she muttered just loud enough for her words to be heard across the small space. She was going for grumpy, purposefully forgetting that Gabe was one of the only people who could see through her bull lines. Fal shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. “Only you would be devilish like that,” she said smirking. She kept the small fact that she did the same thing herself whenever she and the other Pi Kappa Phi were alone and she said something about the “Good old days”. If it wasn’t her and Myles’ giving Gabe grey hair before his time, it was her and Gabe giving Myles’ the greys.

Fal looked up at the sky mumbling some incoherent name that made no sense to her at all. She didn’t know anyone quite like Gabe and saying she had was a stupid idea, especially knowing her closest friend would want proof of it. Her eyes glittered with amusement. “Stupid kids,” she said, referring to the teenagers. At least her students, as awkward with their style as they were, weren’t stupid and Fallon could stand to be around them and hold actual conversations with them. “Fashion is a fickle mistress, but if it’ll make you feel better, I will gladly start calling you four eyes,” she added, grinning innocently. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that the women in your life are always right? If not, she’s missed a very important life lesson, Gabe,” she said teasing because she knew it was useless to fight any longer. She wasn’t about to win. Give her a fight on movies and actors; she would willingly fight to be victorious. Anything else, going up against Gabe, she was already losing before she opened her mouth for the fight.

Fallon grinned, picturing Myles being more of a girl than Fallon could ever pull off. She’d never been real camping before, but she liked to think she’d be a little better at being in the outdoors than Myles; surfing and lying on a beach didn’t count. It was almost like you weren’t Californian if you didn’t spend hours on the beach or in the water. “I would hope to be a little better than that,” she said, thinking about the situation. And as far as she was concerned right then and there, as long as there were s’mores she would be okay. “Okay, one, I so do not slur. I am fairly articulate, thank you very much. Two, that would make more sense if you had said nearly any other name than Orlando Bloom, try the other pirate, perhaps. Bloom had one role where he could be considered anything. Unlike most of the female population, I don’t like him and being Legolas Greenleaf is not enough to keep me interested,” she said, smiling as she took a bite of chicken and scrunching up her nose as if she’d won something. Gabe would hardly let that happen but she loved it all the same because despite the fact that she enjoyed being right more than she enjoyed her shoe collection, he made her think and come up with different ideas and scenarios.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 900
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O Gabe may have behaved but Fallon didn't xD <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe raised an eyebrow and stared questioningly at Fallon. He didn’t know whether to be amused or concerned that she had already considered this scenario coming true. It wasn’t exactly a secret that there had been moments when one more drink would’ve steered them down this road, but he doubted that Fallon would ever actually go out with the hypothetically named outfit. She may not ever go to the desperate efforts of some of the girls they usually saw Myles set his crosshairs on, but he knew that she was probably highly unlikely to show up at a bar looking as though she had planned for a night in alone with a pint of ice cream and some of those girly movies women turned to when life seemed to overwhelm them. “They’re not clown shoes.”

[/color] He stated, ignoring the rest and throwing her an un-amused glare. He never saw how Converse made his feet look bigger than they are. They just looked the same to him…but then, they were all that he ever wore on his feet unless he was forced into a pair of formal shoes by his mother or grandfather for something.

He let out a small chuckle, hoping it would be enough to hide the eruption of laughter he was more than sure would draw the surrounding patron’s attention to their small table. Fallon’s grumpy act always made him laugh and all he wanted to do was mess up her hair and tease her about it more; a temptation which he was bound to give into given a moment. “And where are the other six dwarves if Grumpy is here before me?”[/color] He smirked at her, balancing his chin on his fingers as he gazed across the table at her with a twinkle in his dark eyes. He let out a small shrug, remembering all the ways in which he had tricked Myles over the years. He had an arsenal of pranks and comments that would send his Frat brother into a paranoid panic and sometimes it was the best way to get revenge on him for the drunken nights when he woke him up or made him come and collect him from whatever bar had finally cut him off. “It’s fun to mess with his head sometimes.”[/color] He generalised with a small shrug and another smirk.

He snapped his fingers, knowing that he had won once again. Silently, he gloated to himself, trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to take over his face at yet another thing he had done to stump the ever challenging Fallon. Pausing, he shot his professor friend a curious look. “Isn’t the concept of the teenage years to be stupid?”[/color] He asked, knowing that there was probably a longer list of stupid things than sensible things in everyone’s teenage past. His was primarily made up of the things he did for others rather than taking the risks himself when he was sixteen. Sitting on the sidelines was probably his biggest regret but it was the one thing that he still did to this day, almost without questioning it. Gabe let out a warm laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. “Call me four eyes and I’m calling you Smurfette.”[/color] He dared, raising his eyebrows as though it would heighten the sense of the challenge he had sort of set. He tilted his had as though in thought for a moment and then shook his head. “I think those lessons were saved for my brothers. I proved my mom wrong in her thesis once.”[/color] He said, grinning. His relationship with his mom was close, closer than most would think considering how far apart they lived now. She had taught him most of the things he knew and the day he had corrected a vital error in her thesis was the day she laughed and told him that he finally knew more than her; that the student had become the master. It was their little joke, even now.

Grinning at the thought again, Gabe shook his head and looked up at Fallon while his fork twirled around the remainder of the pasta on the plate. “You’d better be, or else I’ll abandon you out there.”[/color] He joked, not wanting another camping expedition like the one with Myles ever again. It probably would’ve been easier to take and deal with a bunch of little girls who spent their time combing Barbie’s hair than it was to go through dealing with Myles and the wilderness again. Dropping the fork to his empty plate, Gabe sipped the last of his drink and shook his head. “I’m going to film you drunk sometime and then play it back to you sober. You slur just as much as Myles does. And, I’m not a girl or a movie fanatic. I don’t know what guy is the current sex symbol to girls like you!”[/color] He said, shrugging as he sat back with his arms folded across his chest. Hell, he probably didn’t even know what girls were popular in Hollywood at the moment! It was not his area of expertise or really his interest at all.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 903!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon lifted her foot just a bit higher so they were in better view, laughing. “Yes, they are! Compared to these,” she said referencing her small feet. Her feet probably weren’t all that small as six, but then, she was also pretty sure someone with a size nine would still be smaller. She would tease him relentlessly on anything she could solely because he and Myles teased her persistently about everything. But she also knew where the line was and never crossed it purposefully. The same couldn’t be said for plenty of nameless girls from College. Fallon enjoyed playing grumpy a bit more than she’d care to admit to Gabe, or anyone. She was rarely depressed and almost never sat around sulking. Yes, there was that month or so when she moped around because her relationship with Brad had been a sham, but other than that, seeing Fallon so depressed she cried was a rare sight to see. “They’re back at the office, doing paperwork. We’ve upgraded from the mines,” she said, as haughtily as she could. The grin that spread across Fallon’s lips gave away her past exploits. She knew how fun it was making Myles think he was losing his mind. “Oh, I know,” she said with a glimmer in her pale blue eyes. At one point in college she even had him thinking he was losing and gaining weight. It had taken the entire house to go along with it, but the end result had been priceless. And he’d even been sitting there watching that show with her!

“Oh, bite me,” she muttered, not wanting to lose, but knowing she had. She took a bite of her meal, ignoring her friend for the time being. She swallowed her food, sighing. “I wouldn’t know. I spent most of my time on sets where playing best behaviour wasn’t a game you could afford to lose.” Though she’d made up for that dearly in College where she’d gone a little crazy and carefree, but that was to be expected, right? And how else was she supposed to meet people like Gabe, Myles and the rest of the Pi Kappa Phi’s? “I said if it would make you feel better,” she said, sipping at her drink. “I’m not as mean as you,” she added teasing, setting the glass down again. “Besides, there is no nor will there ever be any blue hair or skin on this girl,” she said pointing at herself. She’d put her blonde hair and tiny frame to good use many Halloweens; especially one their senior year at UCLA. She was the perfect Tinkerbell; which really hadn’t helped the name calling and teasing much, but at that point it was too good an idea to drop. If the Frat boys of Pi Kappa Phi were going to call her names, she was at least going to give them a reason to. “I believe she may have been wrong in stopping your lessons so early. You seem to be missing vital information,” she said, sipping at the little bit of juice left in her glass.

Fallon rolled her eyes. She’d like to think she was a little more outdoorsy than complaining about a bush or two. “Leave me in the middle of nowhere and when I find my way out you had better have changed your entire appearance, name and moved out of the country because I will hunt you down and I will find you,” she said menacingly, adding to her point by taking a bite of the pasta. “A hint then: Johnny Depp is always in season,” she said smirking, when her mouth was clear. She’d met far too many celebrities in her life thanks to her uncle to ever find herself falling all over herself for one. “Ryan Reynolds, too,” she added as an afterthought, taking her final bite of pasta. Fallon didn’t watch many movies outside of the ones her student’s made themselves. But she did keep up with the latest news of Hollywood. She knew who was popular; she knew what movies were coming out and which were going to make a killing at the box office. But those things had always been in her life, knowing those things were practically part of her job.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 711
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe enjoyed the fact that his friendship with Fallon was built on jokes and silly tales of college life. It was a refreshing change from some and it was good to have someone who he could tease, who would tease him back just as much if she could. They could be serious when the times called for it and Gabe had no intention of ever deliberately upsetting Fallon with a joke taken out of context. She meant more to him than that. “Yeah, but you have tiny feet, Thumbelina. Mine are proportionate to being this tall!”

[/color] He joked in self-defence, chuckling at how they were having another ‘fight’ over shoes. If anyone were to see them and watch this exchange, they would probably be concerned for the sanity of both the twenty five year olds. “And you’re here, enjoying lunch, whilst they pick up the slack? Shame on you, they’re people too.”[/color] He shook his head in mock disapproval, folding his arms across his chest.

Gabe smirked, his teeth peeking out from behind his lips as he once again pretended to lunge forward to bite her. “You ought to know better than daring me to do that by now. One day it’ll actually happen and my teeth will mark your youthful skin.”[/color] He teased, checking that her plate was empty before he waved his hand to signal for the bill. He nodded at her words, quickly remembering his own teenage years in the walls of his small but dramatic high school. “I don’t think mine has many stories to share either. It was the same old high school drama.”[/color] His broken heart suffered the first crack during his freshman year and the only ‘dramatic’ tale was that of the car accident which busted his knee in senior year. Most of the time, he was playing the brainiac and floating on the name his brothers had already introduced into the school’s history. “Smurfette had blonde hair, not blue. Well, it was blonde once Papa Smurf changed her. Originally, she had black hair when created by Gargamel.”[/color] He said with a small shrug, as though it was the most important point to make at that precise moment. Grinning, he ran his fingers back through his hair once more. “Sadly, I prove the women in my life wrong too often for that ‘lesson’ to be true.”[/color] He said on a dramatic sigh, looking down at the table as though it was the biggest worry in his life. Gabe often proved several people wrong on a daily basis. It wasn’t because he was deliberately trying to find the flaws in their arguments, he just enjoyed a good debate and if it was something he was passionate about he had the characteristic trait to be quite pedantic on the matter.

“If you find your way out. But, I’ll keep that warning in mind.”[/color] He said with a smirk, rolling his eyes at the next mention of actors. “Fine, fine, I’ll keep them both in my head just for moments like this one.”[/color] He said, waving her away. He knew who both the actors were of course, but to him they just symbolised the popular guys who had often contributed to his failure of a love life. People had adored them, wanted to be like them and Gabe did not in any way fit into the category of Hollywood heartthrob.
The waitress from earlier sidled up to their table with the bill folded in a neat little book. Gabe thanked her, noticing a rather sultry look in her dark eyes as she walked away, her hand lingering close to Gabe’s for a second longer than was usually appropriate. He thought nothing of it until he went to look at the bill, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment as he looked at the extra bit of card inside. On it was written a name, number and the words ‘call me’ in elegant cursive. The whole thing was finished with a lipstick kiss at the bottom and Gabe couldn’t help but smile at the whole reality of the situation. He picked it up and slipped it into his pocket, grinning at Fallon. “Looks like I’ve pulled.”[/color] He told her, chuckling to himself as he grabbed the notes from his wallet to cover the bill and tip, tossing it down on the table before glancing over his shoulder to look at the waitress again. Things like this just didn’t happen to Gabe and he was a little amused and flattered by the whole thing.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 799!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon liked having someone around where she could let loose and she wouldn’t be reprimanded if she got caught dancing on the bar, or in a challenge with Myles over shots. Gabe didn’t yell at her like Trevor would have, claiming she was a face of the company just as much as he was and if she were caught by cameras, she’d be the next Paris Hilton; Hollywood Party girl meets the Big Apple. He’d used that exact title before, when she had thrown a party at the house for her College buddies. “Keep telling yourself that,” she said, laughing. It seemed like they really couldn’t talk long before the teasing began about anything and everything they knew was free game. And in Fallon’s case, that was pretty much everything Gabe ever knew about her. “Hey! They’re getting paid well for their time and efforts!” She said in her defence as if this were a serious conversation.

Fallon sat back, making herself sit still so she wouldn’t jump and was proud of herself for barely blinking when he lunged towards her in a farce to bite her. “Feel better about that, Dracula?” She asked dryly. It really was all on her for that one. She knew better than to say anything along those lines and yet she always did it. Actual school was something Fallon hadn’t really thought about until Trevor had talked her into it. She needed a life outside of movie sets. It hadn’t exactly been a good environment for a young child. But it had also been such an adventure; too good to give up. He hadn’t wanted her first experience with real school to be college. It had taken some time, but he had managed to talk some sense into her and enrolled her before she could change her mind for her final year of school. “I have stories of senior year, but they weren’t friends, and not that memorable really. All the fun happened in college,” she said, offering up more insight into her teenage years. It was hard to make real friends when you were friends with some of Hollywood’s stars. Eventually, she learned better and stopped telling people she knew them. And the only way they found out was if her friends showed up while Trevor was entertaining, or if she was out with them and happened across somebody either calling her out or her calling them out; though that was usually because of Trevor as well, passing messages along for him. Those high school friends were out of her mind the moment the school year ended. She’d been raised to surround herself with friends who liked her and not her name, money or the people she knew.

“I was just covering all the bases in case you came up with some new theory and idea,” she said, smirking. She hadn’t watched many cartoons when she was smaller and even now, the only reason she knew what little she did of the Smurfs was because of the live action movie that had come out the year before. It had been on the emailed list her uncle sent her once a month of need to see movies. It didn’t matter if the movies on the list weren’t her favourite genre; she was to watch them anyway, despite there only being a handful of her uncle’s productions on the list. Everyone thought behind the scenes Hollywood was a bunch of producers rivalling and fighting for each and every film they helped make. But it wasn’t the case; Fallon had met plenty of other producers along with the many other people involved in the creation of those films. “I’m going to show you one of these day,” she said, vowing she would know something other than movies better than Gabe. It was a little intimidating, but Fallon was determined she would surpass him somehow.

Fal narrowed her eyes at the man across from her. “If? Oh Sweetheart, I’ll make it out of that forest just to spite you.” She may not have been wilderness savvy, but she could read a compass well enough. Movies and actors were topics Fallon knew inside and out. “They are the predictable ones and you won’t remember then for this situation after you leave this restaurant,” she said. There was a sharp pain in her chest at Gabe’s comment but she ignored it, simply narrowing her eyes at it as she searched her satchel for her sunglasses. It was far too dark to wear them walking through the actual restaurant, but while they were passing through the patio, it wasn’t unreasonable. Too bad she couldn’t find them. It didn’t matter she just rolled her eyes at Gabe and continued through the patio and restaurant. She was oddly annoyed by the bold move of the waitress. Who was she to assume they were nothing more than friends?

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 815
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3