Rim of the World (Gabriel X Reader) *discontinued*

Chapter 14

As we enter Gabriel's house, it was a lot colder than I expected. Everything had been wrecked.

"Looters," Gabriel sighs.

"Man, I need something to eat. I need a T-bone steak, some cheese, eggs and Welch's grape," Dariush carries on rambling on while making his way into the kitchen. I'm surprisingly not hungry.

After a while once we've all settled down, we sit in a circle and all start talking.

"I shouldn't have hit you, it was my fault," Gabriel says to Dariush.

"I don't know man, I'm good bro. I mean it doesn't hurt as much as seeing all this gunk on my new J's."

"Why do you care about sneakers at a time like this?" Alex asks.

"You know what, you guys are lucky. You don't have friends. It's hard out there for a pimp, you know? Gotta keep up with the flyest shit, the dopest kicks, tightest whip, the baddest chick. And my friends... they're like bears. As soon as they smell weakness they coming straight at your neck. That's why I wear this on my neck," he grins, pointing to the chain on his neck.

"Dariush means 'douchebag' in Farsi, right?" Alex asks.

"What's Farsi?" Dariush replies, taking another bite of his food.

"The language your mom was screaming when you were coming out of her ass," this earned a few chuckles from the rest of us while Dariush complained about not talking about his mom's ass.

"No offense, dude, but they don't sound like friends," Gabriel smiles.

From what sounds like a spacecraft goes past outside and I squeeze shut my eyes. Gabriel grabs onto my hand, once again.

"Hey, how did you even end up in jail?" Dariush asks once the noise has gone. Gabriel explains the whole story all over again. Yeah... once again it made my heart sink.

"You can't choose your family, but you can always make a new one," Zehn Zehn reaches over grabbing an old camera.

"Young yoda up in here?" Dariush laughs.

We all huddle together.

"Oh, we taking an old school selfie?" I smile. Then click.