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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jun 26, 2012 15:48:58 GMT -5
He let out a warm laugh and held his head high, nodding. “My hair is one of my finest physical qualities and you know it.”
[/color] He said with a playful wink, folding his arms across his chest. Gabe did hope that someday Myles would understand what all the fuss was about and would find someone to make him see how fulfilling an honest relationship could be. Still, Myles meant no harm to anyone and Gabe would only intervene if that ever changed. “Yeah, and since his mom opted out of it years ago, the job got handed down to me.”[/color] He said with a casual roll of his eyes. Still grinning, Gabe leaned closer to the blonde and nuzzled her neck playfully. Pulling away, he met her eyes and brushed her hair away from her face. “I can’t help it. It’s not every day I get the most beautiful woman I know telling me that she’s jealous that I almost dated another girl.”[/color] He said with another small smile before leaning in to kiss her sweetly, still unable to hide the smile from his lips. Chuckling, Gabe shook his head. He knew exactly the kind of revenge that Fallon may unleash on the Pi Kappa Phis if she was able to get her hands on them. At least he’d be able to see her take on Myles; there was always something hilariously funny about watching his roommate get chased by the petite blonde and this time Gabe knew that he deserved whatever was coming for him. Her expression was similar to his own the second he had found out about how they had been the worst kept secret on Greek Row, despite never acting on the feelings he harboured for his best friend. With another small chuckle, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He didn’t want to be away from her anymore and even the small space between them on the couch was too much for him right now. “You don’t have to think about Brad anymore. He probably wouldn’t have cared anyway, all things considered.”[/color] Gabe smiled, his fingers tracing small patterns over her arm as he held her close. He ran his fingers through his hair and fixed his glasses on his nose as he got even more comfortable with Fallon in his arms. “True, but Greek Row wouldn’t have had a traditional reason to boast a happy ending.”[/color] He joked, knowing that there would still be something to say about all of this the next time his brothers were around. “So in love.”[/color] He mumbled before giving into his desire to kiss her again, this time knowing that there was no one to disturb them or other places they had to be. The only person who would try to contact him now would be Myles, but his roommate wouldn’t take too long to figure out that he was probably with the blonde who had captured his heart. He pulled her closer still, allowing there to be no space between them. “That I did and it’s a job I plan on keeping, though I think if you make the armour compulsory, I may struggle to move.”[/color] He joked, smirking down at the beautiful blonde in his arms. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 584 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jun 26, 2012 23:16:06 GMT -5
Fallon shrugged her shoulder indifferently. “Eh, it’s not bad, I guess,” she said nonchalantly, keeping up with her uninterested façade, though it was the complete opposite. She had always loved his hair; running her fingers through it to mess it up and then tease him about it while carried her around like her own personal taxi. Then he wasn’t able to really do anything about it but tickle her and act as if he were about to drop her. “Wise woman, Mrs. Graham,” she said, laughing. Poor Myles took a lot of slack from them, but it was all in good fun and he gave just as much as he got. Fall did wish, like Gabe and probably his mother, that he would grow up a little bit and find someone he wanted to be with for more than one night. She was adamant that his time would come and she could tease him about finally settling down. Fallon rolled her eyes, wishing now that she hadn’t said a word about that, however much it had been even a little bit true. She started to say something but Gabe’s kiss cut her off; not that she particularly minded. “I don’t usually like getting cut off but a girl could definitely get used to this,” she said against his lips, letting her fingers get tangled in the ends of his hair.
She could laugh about it all now and did so. He was right; naturally, there wasn’t a reason to dwell on the past. It was all over and done with and she didn’t want to be reminded about the bad times of the good old days when there were so many great memories to fill all the spaces. “I’m sure he wouldn’t have in the least, secretly. But he was too into appearances, so he would have faked devastation, I’m sure.” And apparently he was a damn good actor. It had been a little over a year now so maybe he finally grew up and came out but she didn’t think so. Trevor would know, he knew everything, even the things no one honestly cared about. But she was going to put it out of her mind completely. Fallon could only shrug, “I guess,” she said, still a little confused about all the traditions and just Greek Row in general. She loved the guys she hung out with, they were her family but that didn’t stop her from being confused at their reasons behind nearly everything they did, all the parties they threw. She’d learned to just not say much about it anymore; after the first handful of times, she learned her lesson.
There was nothing she could say to that that they hadn’t already gone through. She didn’t mind repeating those three wonderful words though, as much as possible until they were both completely sick of hearing them. She didn’t think that would ever happen for them, though and that made her ridiculously happy. “Mm, I’m thinking the armour’s going to be optional. Like clothes, maybe,” she said, raising a brow and smirking devilishly. She finally had him alone where the only one that could possibly interrupt them was a hidden away kitten. Phones could be turned off and tossed aside forgotten until much later, like the rest of the world. “I love you,” she said, kissing him, giving in to the moment, pressing against him as closely as she could get, pushing her hands through his hair. There were no interruptions now.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 2, 2012 18:10:39 GMT -5
Going along with her offhand act, Gabe folded his arms across his chest and nodded, as though in understanding. “So, then, you wouldn’t mind if I shaved it all off entirely then?”
[/color] It was something he’d never actually do. In fact, Gabe had never shaved his hair entirely before. He cut it short from time to time when he was starting to resemble one of the homeless men who slept in the subway, but apart from that, it was always there, ready for someone (Fallon) to run their fingers through. “Those kinds of smarts must’ve skipped a generation then.”[/color] He teased, chuckling to himself. Myles was a pretty clever guy, but didn’t come across like that most of the time with his bad pick-up lines and awful attempts to get a date. Still, Gabe loved the man and mocking him was his personal way of showing that. He kissed her again, softly, grinning when he pulled away. “Good, because I’m not giving you a choice; you’re going to have to get used to it.”[/color] Pecking her lips again to re-emphasise the point with another cheeky grin. In a way, Gabe understood why Brad had done the things he had. Gabe didn’t agree with any of it, especially stringing Fallon along, but it did sort of make sense. Brad seemed to come from a different kind of place to Gabe and Myles and even Fall. Maybe it was hard for him to openly be himself, but that didn’t change how he should have done things. “And I would probably end up with a black eye and an entirely unnecessary Frat war.”[/color] Gabe thought out loud, his mind pondering on the consequences of being with Fallon back in their college days. Still, like he had said, none of that mattered now and he only wanted to think about the future with the beautiful blonde now that he had her to himself. Laughing, he hugged Fallon close and shook his head, kissing her forehead lovingly. “And don’t think you get to escape it either. You’re stuck with our Greek ways now.”[/color] He said, always amused when Fallon grew confused by the Fraternity traditions that often didn’t make much sense to anyone – even the guys acting them out. The boyish smile crossed his lips at her words. Now that they had spoken about what had happened and the worries were now banished from his mind, all he wanted to do was keep Fallon to himself and let things happen without his mind and logic telling him to do something else, to think it through, and to behave like a gentleman. “I like this idea, and I love you.”[/color] Surrendering to what he wanted most, Gabe kissed her back passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. He broke away for a short teasing moment. “I thought you wanted pizza.”[/color] He said in a whisper, nipping at her bottom lip playfully as a smile crossed his face. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 537 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 3, 2012 10:45:02 GMT -5
Fallon narrowed her eyes a little, scrutinizing his hair. She turned her head this way and that. She lifted a piece on this side, letting it fall from her fingers, and then did the same to the other side. “If that’s what you want to do,” she said, shrugging it off. She doubted he’d shave his entire head as much as she doubted she’d ever cut her hair into the pixie of post toddlerhood. To be fair, she’d been about four and had gotten gum stuck in her hair. Trevor had had no other option but to cut her long locks. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that she’d gotten the gum stuck around the base of her neck. If she ever found those pictures, she wasn’t sure if she would burn them or frame them. Fall always thought of Myles as a sort of big brother to her. He’d been around since college, and despite the fact that she could never be as close to him as Gabe was, she still felt like he was there if she needed him. At least, she had until this whole thing sort of blew up in all their faces. She loved him though, dearly and enjoyed teasing him about it all, too. “Must be one of those traits,” she agreed, laughing. He had to be the second smartest guy she knew, and yet he could also be the stupidest; though she guessed that was probably said about most men. “Two can play this game,” she said, teasing, knowing that she now had a new way to shut him up when he went on a rambling spree about some ancient tale she knew next to nothing about.
Since the whole thing with Brad, Fallon swore she’d never fall in love again. She was terrified that something similar or worse would happen. And then she realized she was already head over heels for her best friend. And that sort of scared her more than anything else. She loved him, could admit that, but she’d been scared, before she realized that fear was too late, that she would wake up one morning and find the man she loved packing up and walking away. Fallon didn’t think that would happen with Gabe but all of this had been before Gabe and their feelings. After Gabe and their feelings, Fallon wasn’t scared of him leaving her or walking away from what they had to be with another girl. He’d always been there for her and she wasn’t going to allow herself to think that that was going to change now that they were officially a couple. She nodded, knowing the past meant nothing, but seeing it all still. “I really would have been Helen of UCLA. The only difference is the war wouldn’t be about me, it’d be about his secret,” she said, shaking her head. Dwelling on the past did no one any good and it was time to throw it all back behind them. Fallon made a face but sighed. “I guess I’m going to have to ask Myles if I can borrow his copy of the rules and such again. I know he can monologue them and all, but after the first sentence his voice just drones like the teacher in the Peanut’s shows,” she said with a shudder. She could have grown up on Greek Row and still not understand a second of the time spent there.
It was still a little surreal that she was uttering those three words to Gabe. Once she’d opened her eyes to the obvious, she thought she’d have to deal with one-sided feelings and wishing he felt the same way. Now that she was saying those words, it felt too right to stop saying them and wanted to keep up the newly developed habit for a long time to come. “It’s a great idea,” she murmured against his lips. She set her hands on his chest with a sigh. “Alright, so we order the pizza, sit around slowly losing pieces of clothing, give the delivery guy either the best day of his life or a sight he’d rather forget best two of three with rock paper scissors, then we eat the pizza,” she said pausing to tug her tank top off, revealing her pale green bra. “Cold,” she added, tossing the shirt to the side before placing her hands on his shoulders. “I want you more anyway,” she said just as she pressed her lips to his, letting her hands trail up into his hair; their favourite place to be lately.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 3, 2012 16:20:55 GMT -5
At her reaction, Gabe had to smirk. He knew that there was some way to get one of those rubber bald wig things and, scarily, he expected Myles to probably have a way to do it. Not to mention that his roommate would love any chance to prank Fallon. “Alright then. I think I might. For the summer, y’know?”
[/color] He said, as though musing seriously over the idea. Laughing warmly, Gabe nodded in agreement with what Fallon was saying. “I think when it comes to Myles there were a few traits that skipped. Some of which I think we should be grateful for; I don’t really like the idea of a lecturing Myles.”[/color] He pulled a face, unable to imagine his roommate as the sensible one, always passing judgement on everything that went on around them. Plus, that sort of behaviour would not have been welcomed on Greek Row considering how many memories there were that would never be spoken of again to anyone, given how wild and outrageous they had been. “Ah, but I’m not about to complain.”[/color] He grinned, kissing her quickly once more. He had no doubt that she would try and stop his ramblings with a kiss, but the more playful side of Gabe would probably try to continue the verbalised thought, breaking away to add a sentence at a time, just to drive her crazy. Gabe could recall just how hurt Fallon had been when she had broken up with Brad. She might not have told him everything then, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that her heart had been broken. Still, he was unbelievably happy that she had moved on since then and the doubts that existed since the Brad relationship were knocked out of the way by what she felt for the young scholar. He honestly didn’t think he could’ve moved on from this if Fallon didn’t love him or was unable to give this relationship a chance. “None of that matters anymore. UCLA is, scarily, a long time ago and…you’re happy now, right?”[/color] He knew the answer would be yes, but still the nerves bubbled up, just in case. Laughing at Fallon’s confused face he kissed the tip of her nose and brushed the hair from her face with a small, lopsided smile. “Or, you could let me explain them to you in a more fun way than listening to a Myles original lecture?”[/color] He suggested, raising his eyebrows as he awaited her answer and probably reasoning for it too. With his track record, Gabe was still floating high on cloud nine at the realisation that, for once, the girl he liked reciprocated his feelings. Fallon really was the only girl he had ever loved and now he actually got to be with her, hold her, kiss her and be with her in a way that only dreams had been able to allow before. Still, he wanted to scream it from the rooftops that he was in love and celebrate it with everyone around him, even if it led to a night or weekend of Greek torture at the hands of his brothers. He smirked at what she was saying, envisioning some pimply student doing a part time job just to make rent, staggering across the pair of them in a state of undress, hardly able to hide what they were really up to. Still, a witty line was about to pass his lips when Fallon removed her top, stopping all logical thoughts of Gabe. His breath caught in his throat, taking everything in for the first time sober before his hands moved to her waist, pulling her into his lap. “I can always cook us something later - much later.”[/color] He mumbled before their lips met again. His mind emptied of everything else and he just gave into the kiss and the desires once more. His phone was ringing from his bag, but Gabe didn’t care, instead picking Fallon up and retracing the steps of that fateful night as he moved her back to the bedroom, all thoughts of brothers, ringing phones, pizza or dramatic displays in lecture theatres gone from his mind. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 735 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 4, 2012 15:30:06 GMT -5
Fallon wasn’t sure if Gabe was serious, she’d never seen him with hair so short she couldn’t play with it. Having him around without a lick of hair would be something different, but she also didn’t think it would be a bad thing. If the choice was hers, she wouldn’t cut it any shorter than she’d ever seen it. It suited him too much, as much as the longer styles he wore. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear. “Just another area to leave claw marks,” she whispered, smirking, teasing him. She pulled away before laughing about a lecturing Myles. She’d seen it only when the Greek system was coming under attack, whether it was jokingly or otherwise. But a sensible Myles just couldn’t happen. Fallon could try and imagine it all she wanted; all that came up was a blank. It was just not something she could picture or the world would be turned on its axis. “I can’t even picture it,” she said, telling him her thoughts as she shuddered at even the idea of it all. Fall shook her head, laughing. “And why would you?” she asked, knowing they were both getting a pretty good deal out of it. He could stop arguments and she could stop rambles while they both got what they really wanted.
Fallon smiled, placing her hands on either side of his face. “Happier than I have words for, I promise you,” she said, brushing her lips lightly against his. They were going into this knowing practically everything there ever was about each other. That was a hell of a lot better than half the relationships she’d seen her friends go through. She’d hardly dated on the sets of movies, being surrounded by actors and the crew. She had one rule and it had started as Trevor’s; never date an actor. And then she’d met her biggest mistake and then it took seven years for her to realize that even back then she’d been head over heels with her best friend and had stopped loving the man she’d been technically seeing practically the day they met! Fall couldn’t be any happier in that moment. She laughed shaking her head. “I’d like to see you try that, and I’ll see how long it takes me to get you distracted,” she said, running her hand up his arm, trying her luck at the distraction already. She wasn’t getting away from the Greek system and it was probably wise to look into at least remembering something from their bible like book of rules.
This news was going to be one giant finally from everyone who saw it and almost didn’t want to tell Trevor since the biggest of them all would be from him. “Another excellent idea,” she said, laughing breathlessly when he stood, carrying her in his arms. Her heart raced, knowing this time they were going into this sober. It wasn’t some drunken idea, this was all them. Her mind went blank with every step Gabe took to the bedroom. She didn’t hear the phone ringing anymore and pizza was the farthest thing on her mind. She just wanted this, now. Nothing else mattered but them. She’d left her door open that morning since the last time she saw Beez, she’d been curled up on the chair in the corner of them room.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 4, 2012 17:12:53 GMT -5
A FEW HOURS LATER... [/size][/b][/center] Gabe peered in Fallon's cupboards and refrigerator, looking at what food she had in. It probably would've been easier to order pizza or something, but he felt like cooking now, despite the hour and his fatigue. He grabbed a few things to throw together to make a pasta dish and then moved to grab the pans and cutlery that they would need to cook and eat whatever came out of the pans by the time Gabe was done. If Fallon behaved and didn't distract him for a little bit then it would be a delicious and filling meal, but his mind couldn't imagine what it would turn out like if she did manage to drag him away from cooking. He had no idea how he was going to get anything done with her around now and the way she could quickly disarm and distract him from whatever it was he was trying to do.
Staying in bed for the rest of the night had sounded promising, but his stomach was growling and he knew Fallon was hungry too, or at least, she would be soon enough. They hadn't eaten all day thanks to everything they were working through and getting used to; Gabe still couldn't stop grinning at the "I love yous" and the stolen kisses whenever the other was talking, trying to be sarcastic or witty. Leaving the water to boil, he moved to grab his phone from his bag, vaguely aware that it had been ringing. Still, he had to laugh when he saw the screen; five missed called and eight messages, all from his curious roommate. Stepping back to see where his girlfriend had gotten to, Gabe called out, waving the small device in his hand to get her attention. "It would seem that Mr Graham has used his sleuthing skills to figure out where I am. Apparently he's been calling you too and it 'doesn't take much to work out what dance is taking place'."
[/color] He said, shaking his head and quickly sending a quick text to the CSI to tell him not to send out the search parties and hold off the interrogation until the morning when he would probably get caught doing the walk of shame again, only this time Gabe believed it would be more aptly described as the stride of pride. Back in the kitchen, Gabe grabbed a knife to chop tomatos for the sauce and work out what else to add to it, beside the jar of olives that was hidden, but still fresh. He was lost in his thoughts, grinning like the cat that had gotten the cream, as he chopped, sliced and diced. Anything could have happened around him and he wouldn't have realised it. In fact, the only thing that brought him down from Cloud Nine was the excrutiating sensation of the knife piercing his skin. Swearing loudly, he jumped back, dropping the blade to the unit and wincing as he saw the blood trickling down his finger. Klutz should have been his nickname and not Tricks. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 636 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 4, 2012 23:41:34 GMT -5
Fallon stretched, on the brink of waking. She reached across the bed for Gabe but only found cold sheets at her hands. Frowning Fallon lifted her hand to push her hair away from her face and opened an eye. The bed was empty, a mess but empty. Fallon dropped her hand to the bed to push herself up into a sitting position to look around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere reminding her of the last few hours; at least hers were. Gabe’s weren’t around and Fallon felt her heart kick up a couple notches, her mind racing for all the reasons for his clothes to be missing. She didn’t want to think that he’d up and left without leaving so much as a note or a text giving her a damn good reason; not after everything. He had to be around there somewhere. Sighing, she turned around searching out her phone before she remembered she’d left it in her bag, downstairs by the door. Fallon slipped from the bed, stretching again before walking over to her dresser and picking out the shirt she’d taken from Gabe so long ago. She slipped it over her head before stopping at the end of the hall, the bathroom to grab a hair tie from a drawer, slipping the band on her wrist for the time being.
She was at the bottom of the stairs when she heard Gabe call out and she let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. He was still there; it wasn’t all just a fantastic dream. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs to take it all in. This was all really happening. “Good to know he earned that badge of his,” she called out amused. When she finally started walking again, Gabe wasn’t in the living room, but that didn’t mean anything. They had talked about food before they had gone upstairs; she assumed he was in the kitchen. Still, she went to her phone first to check the messages their friend sent her. They were much of the same and Fallon just set her phone onto the decorative copper plate by the door. No doubt Gabe had already sent him something; there wasn’t a need for both of them. The others that weren’t from him could wait until later. Forgetting her phone once again, she moved through her place to the kitchen on cloud nine.
She wondered what he was cooking up. She hadn’t gotten to the market in a few days, practically living on take out. She usually loved to cook and had the fridge and cupboards stocked, but the last week had thrown her on her head and she’d been living in her head too much to give enough attention to cooking. Dialing a number, ordering what she wanted and having the cash ready when the delivery guy knocked on the door was just so much easier. There was next to no thinking involved. She was thrown out of her memories at the harsh words pouring past Gabe’s lips. Fallon’s head snapped up to look at him. She registered the fall of the knife before she saw the blood. Her pale eyes widened as she raced around the island, snatching up a dish towel as she went. Immediately, she pressed the towel to the cut and applied pressure before looking up at her boyfriend. “What happened?” she asked, her tone demanding an answer as she looked away from his face to the wound again. Carefully, she lifted the stained towel to get a better look at what she was dealing with. It was a damn good thing she wasn’t like other girls who seemed to have an aversion to blood. Red covered everything. Sighing, Fallon tugged Gabe over a couple feet to the sink, twisting the tap. She didn’t bother checking the temperature, just shoving their bloodied hands underneath the spray.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 5, 2012 16:37:12 GMT -5
When Gabe woke up after his much needed nap, his stomach was growling and Fallon was still curled up in the sheets, fast asleep and looking so beautiful that he couldn’t bring himself to disturb her. His plan was to head down to the kitchen and make something to eat before going back to wake her up, if she was still asleep by the time he finished cooking. If her week had been anything like his own then sleep was probably fitful, restless and a nightmare, considering all he had been able to think about were the ‘what ifs’ and where they would stand once he came back. Of course, at that point he didn’t expect Fallon to reciprocate his feelings nor did he think that he’d be cooking dinner in her apartment after wasting away the remainder of their afternoon and early evening in the bedroom.
He dropped his phone onto the unit near where he was cooking and smirked to himself. He knew it would probably go off a few more times before the night was over, his roommate too impatient for his own good. Gabe had a feeling that there would already be a mass e-mail sent out to the Pi Kappa Phi brothers before he returned to his apartment and that the lack of details would come back to haunt him in the form of e-mails, texts and phone calls. There really were no secrets in the Greek lifestyle of Fraternities and Sororities, but Gabe didn’t want to hide this; he’d been waiting seven years for this to become a reality and everyone would know how in love he was before the week was out. “Still, I’m ridiculously tempted to reply with ‘you want a medal, Captain Obvious?’ or something equally as sarcastic.”
[/color] It was probably pretty self-explanatory that neither of them were answering their phones because they were together. Still, good things never seemed to last all that long without something working to bring him back down to reality. Even with a bloody hand though, reality was a damn good place to be. He laughed at his own clumsiness as Fallon moved quickly to help him. The pain was bad, but he’d been through a lot worse with his knee and the car accident from all of those years ago. “I was thinking about you and got a little knife happy.”[/color] He explained with a goofy grin. He winced slightly at the feel of the water on the wound, but sighed, growing used to it now as the pain began to ebb. “I don’t think it’s actually as bad as it looks right now.”[/color] He said casually with a small shrug. It wasn’t exactly the first time that he’d cut himself by accident and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. Glancing down at his hand, he sighed, messing his hair up as he allowed Fallon to tend to his injury. Still, he smiled again and dropped a sweet kiss to her blonde hair. “Look at you taking care of me.”[/color] He teased, pulling his hand away from the water to look at the depth of the wound. It looked bad, but he didn’t think it needed stitches. At least he hoped it didn’t need stitches; they usually meant hospitals and hospitals usually meant the needles that made Gabe have an anxiety attack and beg for anything else but the needle. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 605 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 9, 2012 3:07:20 GMT -5
Fal hadn’t wanted to get out of bed, but she’d gotten a little worried that despite them talking things out, something happened and Gabe bolted. It was stupid, as was how this all started, but that didn’t stop her mind from racing. She wasn’t that girl; she didn’t worry about things like that. Clearly the past week had gone to her head and she really needed to get that blonde head of hers back in the right frame of mind. Of course, she hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last week, spending most of her nights either tossing and turning or reliving their night together over and over again in her dreams. Fallon shook her head. “And we’ll have him at the door within an hour, putting what he learned in school to use,” she muttered as she walked back from the front door. It was still a bit of shock that she was actually referencing Gabe when she said ‘boyfriend’. She’d never pictured that coming true, even though her mind had run of to what if land nearly immediately after realizing the significance of her feelings. Fallon wasn’t an emotional girl, and yet watching that stupid twit had opened her eyes. Really, it should have hit her sooner, the train carrying a dozen buses and about eighty tons of bricks didn’t come soon enough for her liking.
“I think you should stay away from the knives,” she said, teasing but a flush still crept up on her cheeks barely hidden by the fall of her hair. Fallon smirked, looking up at her boyfriend. “I don’t think so either, but you still gave me a fright, Gabe,” she said, huffing out a breath to punctuate her point. She wanted to be concerned, but it was Gabe and between the two of them, there were more scars and trips to the hospital than there ever should be. It was a little difficult to be overly worried when she knew just how clumsy Gabe could be. “My, how the tables have turned,” she said, teasing. “Isn’t it usually you taking care of me?” she asked, looking down at his hand again. “Looks like a bandage will do the trick and I actually have some upstairs,” she said, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Gabe’s cheek. “You owe me a new dish towel, preferably one that isn’t red, if you don’t mind,” she added, laughing as she slid around him and back upstairs to the bathroom. She didn’t know which drawer they were in but she pulled open three before finding them. She made herself calm down as she made her way back to Gabe. There was only a little blood and the cut wasn’t all that bad; nothing to worry about, not that she could say much anyway.
“Here we are,” she said, stepping into the kitchen again. Fal put the bandages she’d grabbed on the counter before jumping up to use the counter as a seat, Fallon reached for Gabe’s hand and set it in her lap. Being on set after set gave her plenty of skills, most of which were completely and utterly useless, but there were a few she’d learned that actually came in handy. In this case, she was thankful Trevor made her stick around for the first aid and ask the onset paramedics- when they were needed, all sorts of annoying questions. Knowing what she did and learning what she had, made her keep a normally stocked bathroom drawer of supplies. “Remind me to actually clean this up in the morning. It’s alright for now, but I’ll have to change the bandages because it’s a decent cut,” she said, keeping herself talking so she would keep focus on what she was doing. Once the actual thick, white bandage was set in place, she wrapped it in tape, making sure it wouldn’t come lose. Sure it was probably overkill, but if the paramedics drilled anything into that head of hers, it was better to be safe than sorry; something Trevor had also agreed with and taught her. Once it was all bandaged up, Fallon lifted his hand to her lips to press a kiss to the bandage. “There, all better,” she said, smirking, looking up at the messy haired scholar she adored so much. Casually, teasingly, she ran her bare foot up and back down Gabe’s leg. Now that the crisis had been averted, she could go back to teasing and flirting. “So, what were you cooking before the code red?” she asked, leaning back on her hands, letting her foot to continue moving lazily.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 9, 2012 21:36:25 GMT -5
Gabe was still smiling after everything that had happened. He wanted to see Fallon’s face when she woke up next to him in the morning and hold her for as long as he could before they really had to move for the day ahead. He would’ve done it earlier, but his growling stomach had other plans and he really did have to move before he ate the pillow or something. He hadn’t eaten all day, after all. He also hadn’t thought about what Fallon might think if she woke up and he wasn’t in the space next to her, or anywhere to be seen from the bedroom. “Well, luckily, I’m in charge of the spare keys so he couldn’t get in if he tried, and Myles gets bored when we don’t give him attention, so I’m sure he’d go and find a bar after a few minutes of knocking and shouting how he ‘knows we’re in here’.”
[/color] Gabe said, shaking his head at the thought of that actually coming true. It seemed a little unrealistic, luckily, since Myles did actually know when to keep his distance. Plus the word “relationship” seemed to have the same effect on his roommate that needles had on him. Chuckling softly, he shook his head and smiled. “Y’know, my mom’s being saying that exact same thing since I was thirteen.”[/color] He commented, remembering vividly the countless times those words had been said to him over the years. Still, he was more likely to trip over a kerb than he was to stab himself, so the odds were sort of better when he was in the kitchen cooking. “Still? I thought by now you’d have joined Myles with the typical eye roll and ‘not again’ remark.”[/color] He teased, using his uninjured hand to tilt her chin upward slightly so that he could kiss her softly. Even he couldn’t remember how he had obtained most of his scars. There was one on his right forearm from a vacation when he was eleven; he had slipped from an inner tube in the ocean and somehow managed to cut his arm on it in the process. The only reason he could remember that one was because it was such a bizarre accident! He shrugged, glancing down at his hand for a moment. “There was no tequila involved this time. I usually only end up looking after you when there’s tequila involved.”[/color] He said, as though that answer made the universe fall back into sync again. He nodded at her official diagnosis and then laughed. “If we’re playing that game then I think you owe me a few pairs of shoes and a bucket. You’ve either thrown up in or on them, or coated them with so much alcohol I can’t wear them again without smelling like a homeless guy.”[/color] He called after her as she left the kitchen. A cheeky grin crossed his lips when she appeared with the bandage and proceeded to take care of his latest injury. “Do we get to play doctors and nurses now?”[/color] He asked playfully, making a grab for her side. Gabe had a pretty good knowledge of first aid thanks to his countless injuries over the years and that one first aid course he took a year back before he moved away from California. Still, wrapping his own hand was always one of those awkward things that never went quite right, so at least this time he had Fallon to do it for him. He watched her do it, raising his eyebrows as layer after layer coated his hand. “Good job that this isn’t my writing hand. And I believe you may owe me a hand after this.”[/color] He looked at her handiwork and then wiggled his fingers, testing the mobility of his hand now that it was practically wearing a fur coat. He chuckled, kissing her before picking up a clean knife and moving back to carry on what he was doing, refusing to let a slightly mangled hand stop him; he’d had plenty worse injuries before now and they had never slowed him down much. “Code red is actually used most commonly these days to signify a fire. And, I’m making one of my mom’s pasta recipes. It’s delicious.”[/color] He said simply, chopping up the rest of the ingredients for the sauce before moving them all to a pan whilst he did the same with the pasta, gently bringing it to the boil before allowing it to simmer. In that time, he stole a cheeky kiss from Fallon and smirked, checking the stove once more before grabbing the bowls and cutlery from the cupboards around her. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 819 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 10, 2012 17:11:36 GMT -5
Fallon rolled her eyes, walking through the living room, bending at the waist to pick up her discarded tank with a grin on her face. She folded it up, setting it on the back of the couch. “There’s a baseball bat behind the door. He wouldn’t think about flashing credentials to friends, so…” she said trailing off and allowing Gabe to come to his own conclusions. She had ideas if he showed up at her door, though she wouldn’t be about to actually use that baseball bat. Though she knew as much as he would taunt and tease, he knew where to draw the line and give space. She wanted to pace the length of the kitchen, but she wasn’t capable of turning to mush at blood or when someone she loved was hurt. She had to do something, even if it was trivial. In this case, she could something that wasn’t so trivial. “And Mrs. Fitzpatrick is a very smart woman,” she said smirking. “You should have listened to her.”
Try as she might, Fallon didn’t think finding someone she loved injured would ever get to the point of being a ‘not again’ moment. She kissed him back, proud of herself for not being a crier. There was no way she’d be able to help with this if she were a blubbering mess. “Well, apparently you don’t know me as well as you thought,” she said loftily. It wasn’t a secret Fallon was a big fan of tequila. It wasn’t a good night out without her good friend Jose or his partner in crime, Patron. Still, there were few nights when she actually tossed her cookies all over the place after a night out, despite the teasing comments of the guys in her life. “The bar is right over there,” she said, shaking her head. Fallon honestly wasn’t even sure why she had a stocked bar in her apartment; she almost never used it. If she was going out with the guys, she’d grab a bottle of something and bring it along to their apartment. And despite being a fan of the specific alcohol, there were only two or three bottles on display. “Myles owes you two pairs of shoes! And the bucket is all on that girl he brought home that night! I replaced the pair I ruined, thank you! Not to mention the fact that you’ve started keeping that purple bucket under the bathroom sink for me,” she called from the stairs, laughing to herself.
“Stop that,” she said, leaning away from him and taking her hand away from bandaging to swat at him. “Or I won’t tell you about the nurse costume hidden away somewhere,” she said, raising a brow, her lips spreading into a wicked grin. She’d worn the costume for Halloween the year before and it had stayed in the closet since that night, having no more use for it. With the wrapping done, Fal leaned over, opening a cupboard under the sink and throwing the wrappings away. She used her foot to close the door again. Smirking, Fallon clapped, “What?” she asked, shrugging. He said after that he’d need a hand; she was just giving him what he asked for! She bit her lip, watching him pick up a fresh knife. After seeing all that blood, she wasn’t in the mood to do so again so soon. “Code red is now the code for blood and code orange is fire,” she said, nodding her head. Carefully, she leaned her head back against the cupboards, watching Gabe as he went about her kitchen cutting this, chopping that and putting it all in a sauce of some sort. She usually didn’t go through so much trouble cooking for herself, just tossing together a quick salad. It was a little odd to see the kitchen in such disarray. And that sauce looked too good; she opened a drawer before Gabe could, slipping a spoon out. Just one little taste wouldn’t hurt.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 11, 2012 12:47:45 GMT -5
Gabe pushed the hair back from his face and chuckled at the mental image of Fallon chasing Myles with a baseball bat. It did seem like an entirely plausible plan and he could actually see it happening; not now, but after a drunken night when Myles wasn’t lucky and didn’t want to spend the night alone, or something. “I wouldn’t speak too quickly; he once flashed his badge to get Greg to return a shirt he stole from Myles back in sophomore year.”
[/color] Gabe had almost died laughing at the time, but the incident did go down and the shirt did get handed over after a thorough search of Greg’s case happened. The Pi Kappa Phi brother almost refused to ever visit the city or the two men ever again after it all. Still, it was hilarious and one of the typical Myles stories that got told at most of their little reunions now. “And Mrs Fitzpatrick is a very smart woman; so smart that she’s a professor.”[/color] He said nodding his head in strong agreement. “However, she’s also my mom which is why I didn’t listen to her. A kid has got to rebel so much.”[/color] He shrugged, but smirked as he winked at her. Laughing, Gabe shook his head again. Maybe not everyone had his lax approach to knife related accidents or injuries in general, but then not everyone struggled to go a single day without tripping over their own feet. Gabe was a klutz and after the first few hospital trips it became one of those things that just happened and there was really no need to make such a big deal out of it. The only thing that still freaked him out was needles. They managed to send him into a hyperventilating and pleading mess. “Oh, please. I know you only too well and you know it. I could probably write another thesis just on you, your little habits and your inability to cook pancakes.”[/color] He had to, he really just had to. He glanced across at where he knew the bar was and dropped a small kiss to the tip of Fallon’s nose. “But the key difference is that you’re not drinking from it. That is what makes this scene a whole lot different.”[/color] He said, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. How the things fell down so much, he would never know, especially since he tightened them at least once a week in the hopes of stopping it from happening. Laughing again, he leaned back to call around the doorway to her. “Actually, that purple bucket is what Myles uses to wash his car, you just drunkenly declared it was yours one night and he gets a kick out of giving it to you. He still uses it to wash his ‘baby’ though.”[/color] He admitted, still chuckling to himself. Raising his eyebrows, he grabbed at her sides again with his good hand. “You forget that I’m a curious scholar. I’ll find it when you’re in the shower.”[/color] He mumbled warningly as he pulled her closer, just to kiss her sweetly once more. He didn’t think that he’d ever quite be able to get enough of Fallon’s kisses or of her in general. He really had no choice but to roll his eyes at her applause. “Ever thought of trying stand up?”[/color] He responded sarcastically with another roll of his dark eyes. Glancing up from where he was tending to his meal in progress, he pretended to nod, as though the change was something official. “Duly noted, I shall alert the press in the morning.”[/color] He said before lightly slapping her hand away from the sauce. “No sneak peeks, or else I’ll have to banish you from your own kitchen.”[/color] He warned, stirring it all through once more before checking the pasta one last time, now satisfied with it and moving to strain it, careful not to burn himself, though he did manage to steam the lenses of his glasses over slightly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 679 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 11, 2012 19:35:03 GMT -5
Fall knew the Pi Kappa Phi brother Gabe was talking about as well as she knew the others. Hanging out with them all gave her a lot of leverage if any of them ever decided that messing with her was a good idea. She was sweet Hollywood angel until someone thought it was a good idea to get on her bad side. Greg along with the rest of the Frat knew better, it was the other houses that hadn’t gotten the message. She’d been told before, they were happy they had the petite blonde on their side. “That is a poor use of power,” Fallon said, rolling her eyes. She could see Myles perfectly, doing something like that. “Did that shirt even fit after all that time? His biceps have gotten bigger since then,” she said, casually. Fallon gasped, as though shocked by the news of his mother being a professor. “No!” she said, “I never would have guessed it!” With the way Gabe talked about his mom, it was obvious she was just as much of a scholar as her son.
She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I would love to see that,” she said, rolling her eyes. There was plenty of things she hadn’t said to anyone because she just didn’t think it was important. But she would love to hear what he had to say. “Tell me something. Something I didn’t know you knew,” she said, her brows high, daring him to impress her. She chose to ignore the jab at her culinary abilities. The jokes weren’t going to be going away anytime soon so she may as well start getting used to them. Fallon shrugged a shoulder, picking at her nails, wrinkling her nose with a smile when he pulled away. “Not interested, too hungry,” she said lightly. All Fallon could do was laugh and shake her head. Though Fallon was a little disturbed that he still cleaned his car with that bucket.
Fallon laughed, ruining her whole look. “Stop that!” she said, shaking her head. She huffed out a breath. “You can look all you want, you’ll never find it,” she said in a sing-song voice. She kept it in the office closet, because there was space in the room and she wasn’t doing anything with it. So in went all the clothes and random things Fallon only had a single use for. Former Halloween costumes, stupidly expensive gowns for galas and functions, and the shoes for all were buried in that closet. “I have, you were invited. I believe your exact words were ‘when hell freezes over you’ll be a stand-up’,” she said, finally taking the time to put her hair up and out of her face. “Myles was working,” she added, smirking. Fallon much preferred life behind the scenes and away from the camera. She did work from time to time for Trevor, but that was more of a demand than a real want. She did most of her work on set prepping with the actual actors of the film and placing the extras milling about. Trev had his own assistant for that, but when she was able to, the role fell on Fallon’s shoulders. “No need, I had one of the dwarves to do it,” she said sarcastically referencing one of their many oddball conversations. “Hey!” she said, rubbing her hand and pouting. “It looks so good, though!” she said, crossing her arms. Giggling, Fallon leaned over to look Gabe in the eye but couldn’t through the fog the steam created. “I guess contacts are out of the question, huh?” she asked, holding out a clean dry towel to wipe the lens free.
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Post by Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick on Jul 13, 2012 16:03:16 GMT -5
The night Gabe was talking about had been a while ago now, but it was still something that Gabe laughed about and used to tease Myles whenever there was the usual brotherly banter in their apartment. “To be fair, he had only had the badge for about a week and was desperately looking for any chance to flaunt it.”
[/color] He wasn’t at all that bad now, but he did still like to use the line to try and pick up women in the bars and clubs they went to. Gabe was still surprised that it worked, even on the women who took pride in their independence and looking after themselves. Apparently the attraction to authority was not at all outdated. “I have no idea. I think I’ve seen him wear it once, but you know what he’s like; most of his clothes spend more time in the laundry than the wardrobe.”[/color] He said with a casual shrug. Pulling a face at Fallon, Gabe shook his head. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”[/color] He stated, not even bothering to say anything else to her about his mom and her occupation. If there was anything Gabe did well, it was rise to a challenge. He might not always succeed, but he definitely wasn’t a chicken and what Fallon had set him was an easy dare that he could do probably in his sleep. Smiling lovingly, he stepped closer, pulling her into his arms and dancing his fingers over her lower back. “You talk in your sleep, you crinkle your nose right before you laugh and you’re always smiling when you teach. You love those high heels of yours because they make you forget how cute and tiny you are, you have a habit of pretending to be a student at the start of the new school year just to hear what rumours have been said about you and you have always been scared of falling in love again since Brad. I knew that long before this, and us.”[/color] He paused to read her expression, but gave her no time to respond before he continued. “The guys call you Tinkerbell, but you love Disney Princesses. You worked in Starbucks during high school, you love California, but you prefer living in New York. Music gets you through most things in life and you are the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful, gorgeous and sexiest woman I have ever met.”[/color] He punctuated each adjective with a short kiss, resting his forehead against hers once he was done. “And, if you had your way, every day would be Halloween.”[/color] Laughing, he grabbed at her sides again. “Make me.”[/color] He challenged, raising his eyebrows and grabbing at her again. “I’ll bring Myles in on it too. It’s his job to find things.”[/color] He said with a casual shrug, not worried about if Myles saw something like that considering he would be teasing both of them mercilessly about being together in the first place after everything that had happened today had been repeated to him. “And I was right. It would have to be a new born ice age before people found your sarcasm something to laugh at.”[/color] He retorted, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at his girlfriend. “It’ll taste even better if you leave it to simmer a moment longer.”[/color] He told her, used to Myles trying to do the same thing in his apartment whenever Gabe was cooking their dinner. “You know I hate contacts; they always manage to roll backwards.”[/color] He did have some, but he saved them for times when his glasses would only get in the way or look odd amongst everyone else. Myles also made him wear them when they were going clubbing. Still, he wiped his lenses clean and poured the pasta into the dishes and added the sauce over the top, tidying up quickly before carrying both to the table and then turning back to Fallon. “Now you can taste it, Miss Impatience.”[/color] He teased, sitting down and gesturing to the other spot for her. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Fall <3 WORDS! 722 OUTFIT! Flustered Frat Boy! LYRICS! All I Have - - - The Veronicas NOTES! <3
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