"I knew you looked familiar. I hated you in high school. I always picked on you. Those were the years. If I'm being honest, I still do. However, you're cute, so I'll let you off this time." Gabriel analyzed the drawer. Artist, huh…Interesting… He grabbed his bag and threw it onto the other bed. "You can put the knife away now, shorty. I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, from those looks you're giving me, it seems like there's something that caught your eye that you like. Yes, I've seen you blush; you are adorably hateable. It's not like you would land a hit on me anyway." He raised his arms and put on deodorant before pulling on his shirt. "There's been some mix-up, so you're moving out."
" no I'm not." He growled. Dean looked up to Gabriel with a deep set glare " I've got the master key, I've been here longer and I paid rent for the next two months! So you get the fuck out." He stood up quickly, looking up to Gabriel. " Got a problem with it you can fight for it. " His tone was cold. Dead cold.
Dean put his knife into his drawer and moved between Gabriel and the bed to kick off his hiking boots and lay down. He was tired, freshly annoyed and ready for bed. He had a night shift job and needed to sleep for it.
Gabriel looked at Dean up and down. "Right…I'm so scared I would lose. Listen, I also paid rent, and I-" Gabriel stopped. "Wait…you aid you paid rent already? Then how…I think we were scammed. I know I'm not moving out, I paid my money, and the rest of my stuff will be here tomorrow. I guess it's true short people do have a temper. Anyway, I'm not moving out, so either you do, or we have to deal with living together for the next year. Honestly, I don't want to deal with you because I was supposed to bring lots of my friends over, and by friends, I mean people who know how to have a good time. Now, I can't…I have some decency. You're cute in your little cold voice, though. So? What is your decision? Cause I'm not leaving."
" neither am I. That was a whole three paychecks. What little I had left I paid in groceries so I guess we're dealing with each other. " He scoffed from his bed " you won't have to deal with me at night anyway. I work 10 to 7" he said and curled up in his blankets. " I'm on evening classes so you won't see me after four either." Dean remarked and pointed to the dry erase board that laid out his schedule. " And stop calling me cute unless you think your going to hold my hand and be the bigger spoon."
Gabriel sighed. "Good, I stream in the nighttime anyways." Gabriel scoffed and walked towards Dean. He looked down with a smile. "I am the bigger spoon. Always am, always will be. I have morning classes until six, so it looks like we won't see much of each other. It's a shame. I won't get to see your annoying little temper." Gabriel looked deeply at Dean and thought about everything he wanted to do with him. It made him smirk. "I'll call you what I want. In case you were wondering, I never lie. So take me calling you cute as a compliment. Seriously, you and your short temper are very adorable. I also wouldn't hold your hand. I would hold your waist, pull you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. However, you're not my type, so I would never do that; plus, you're annoying." He walked towards his bed and started to unpack his things.
Dean rolled his eyes, putting in headphones and trying to get some sleep. His mind wouldn't let him be, the things Gabriel had said made images in his mind that he never wanted.
Hours passed, around 8:30 he got up, heading for the shower.once he'd taken about ten minutes in the shower he came out, his hair a fluffy mess as he brushed it back into a pony.
The towel around his waist covered him but didn't cover his upper body that was covered in tattoos. Some were roses, others were shards of glass. There was a pistol on his left peck and a bottle on the right. His wrist had three bold lines all the way around.
"Oh? Shortys got tats." He whispered as he opened the door to their room. He was out with his friends at a bar, celebrating that they had all made it to the next year. Some of his friends were not that bright, so it was a big accomplishment. It was also an excuse to go out and have some drinks. "Gotta say you're not just cute. You're hot too. Still annoying, though. Your personality sucks." Gabriel put his wallet into his drawer. He then started stripping down his clothes to put on some fresh ones for bed. He put his clothes into a hamper beside his bed and looked through his other drawers for shorts and a loose t-shirt. Like most of his friends, he didn't like sleeping in his underwear. He put on his shorts and a shirt and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his phone for a while. "When did you get those? And why?"
" nunya and nunya fucking business. " He retired and put on a pair of shorts. He wasn't one to open up easy. Especially to the man that made his life hell.
Dean sat on his bed. Grabbing his violin and opening the case. He tune checked and started to play softly, putting his heart into the song
"Ouch…." He winced and leaned back on his palms. "Got hit with the nunya. Sadly, it wasn't very affected. I was thinking about getting my tattoo. Yours seemed pretty crisp and clean, so I figured it must be a good place that you got them from. Forgive me for prying." He threw his hands up in surrender. He stood up and looked in the kitchen for any food. He grabbed some cookies and took them back to his bed. "I'll buy groceries next time. It would help if you loosened up more. Not everyone in the world is out to get you." He shrugged his should, plopped on the bed, and started looking on the phone for tattoo places.
He stopped playing for a moment " most I did. But the ones on my chest my mother did. But she's gone now. The ones on my wrist I let my little sister do. And she's with my mother." Dean's voice cracked as the thought he kept down pained his heart. " I could do it for you." He offered
"Really?!" Gabriel sat up in his bed. "That would be sick!" He finished the last of his cookie. "I saw the art stuff in your drawer, you must be pretty good if you have all of that stuff." Gabriel stood up and showed Dean his phone. "Here, this is the one I want. I know it's really big, but I want it on my back. I think it looks cool. Of course, you don't have to if it's too much. I could always suggest something smaller." The tattoo he showed was of a Chinese dragon curled and twisted on the back with smoke and winds surrounding the white space. "Do you think this could work?"
(This is super random but she's not coming back for a little while)
(Yeah her parents found out about her account and took everything away.)
(Ahhh yes I know that feeling well, I’m just glad that she not like in danger or something happened to her. Thanks for telling me!)
(Yeah no problem glad I could help.)
" yeah I can do that, give me about a day to trace it on tacer paper and get some ink and needles from Amazon "
" yeah I can do that, give me about a day to trace it on tacer paper and get some ink and needles from Amazon "
"Sick dude! Thanks!" He stood up straight and started to undress. He threw his clothes on his side of the room. He was wearing only his underwear before sliding under his bed sheets. He leaned on his forearms and scrolled through his phone. He looked at the lamp in between them, giving him the only light the two had. "Hey, uh, do you mind if I turn this off? I'd rather read on my phone in the dark. It helps me focus." He opened ao3 on his phone and continued to search up his desired fanfic. He turned his brightness down so the light wouldn't be blinding.
Dean flushed red at the sight of Gabriel undressing " y..yeah.." he said greatfull for the opportunity to not show his flustered face. He laid down and got comfortable by curling around a body pillow
(I am backeth from my vacation! Sorry for the wait!)
"Was that a stutter I heard? I'm glad I can make even you stumble on your words like that. Just goes to show. I still to it." After a couple of hours of reading, he decided it was time to give his mind a rest. Tomorrow his stuff would be coming in, meaning he gets to make bland apartments into something more his style. This means he gets to stream tomorrow too. He chucked to himself as he adjusted himself onto his side. He stopped for a second, seeing Dean's face towards him, curled up with a pillow. I wish that was me…wait, what! Dude, no, gross…Okay, but like I'm touched deprived! He shook his head before finallyfalling asleep.
Dean slept through the night, though he would wake from nightmares. At one point he woke up with tears
“ fucking hell” he said and tried to calm down. He was shaking violently the next time he jerked from sleep when his alarm went off. He shut it off quickly and hopped in the shower.
Dean took damn near boiling showers, he liked it that way though. Dean came from Florida, which means the heat rarely affected him
