A/N: How do I feel about our boy, Gabe? I absolutely adore Gabe! He’s one of my faves.
Warnings: Needless to say: invasion of privacy.
Pouring the cereal into the bowl atop the kitchen counter, you set the box down and flip the edges of the box in order to close them. Pushing the box back into its place inside the cupboard, you reach into the fridge for milk. Someone’s presence fills the room as they awkwardly clear their throat by the doorway. Turning your head to acknowledge them, it’s Gabriel.
“I read your diary.”
Staring at him blankly, the words take a moment before they settle in your mind. Putting the milk carton down on the counter, you continue to stare at him in hopes of reading any sort of emotion or feeling behind his words. He read your diary… wait.
“All of it?”
Pursing his lips, he shrugs with an innocent look upon his face. “Maybe,” he plays it off, his behavior making the truth transparent.
Letting out a shaky breath, you bite the inside of your lip as you turn around to face him fully now that he’s entered the kitchen. Leaning back against the counter, you close your eyes for a moment only to give a slight shake of your head. “Why?” Opening your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest, brows furrowing, lips in a tight line. “Why did you do that? You know a diary is private, right?”
Sighing, Gabriel’s smile falls as his eyes stare at you in that way… that way that makes everything okay. Puppy-dog eyes. It’s not going to work, not this time. Shrugging, his palms face upward as he starts to gesticulate in argument of his defense, no doubt. “I just… you’ve been acting sketchy, I wanted to see what all the hustle and bustle was about! You wouldn’t talk to me, what was I supposed to do?”
“Definitely not read my journal!”
“Please? I’ll make it up to you. Plus, now that I know how to truly feel, sugarplum, let me take you out on a date.” Winking, a devilish smirk spreads across his lips as his eyes twinkle with something of a childlike spirit held within them. Holding his hand out toward you, he breaks the silence before you have the opportunity to say ‘no’. “Tell me, when you thought about us going on a date, what did you dream about us doing?”
Smiling at his welcoming nature, not afraid of unrequited feelings anymore, you take his hand. “I’ll tell you all about it.”
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