Back Talking & BackHanding

Gabe and Hans

Hans POV

"Hans! We've been walking for hours!! Can we please take a break!" Gabriel complained. I sighed, getting irritated with him. "Fine. Take a break." I said. Gabe let out a breath and sat down right on the concrete. Dropping the stuff he was carrying, too. But I kept walking. "Uh, where are you going?" He asked. "I'm walking." I told him, my back to him. "But I thought we were taking a break." he groaned. "No. You're taking a break. Im walking." Gabe snorted at my stubbornness.

"Hans. Stop acting like such a jerk and just sit down and take a break." He snapped looking up at me from the ground. Gabe and I had been lost for about two weeks. Sleeping in caves, abandoned sheds and pretty much in the ground. I didn't want to stop every ten minutes so Gabe could take a piss or something and so I just kept walking. His complaining was getting on my nerves and I was seriously considering just leaving his whiney ass.

"I'm not being a jerk. You're just being sensitive." I shrugged. Gabe was sensitive. And I was a jerk. That was our problem. We didn't match at all. And that's one reason we always fought. "I'm not being sensitive." Gabe said. "Sure. We'll you stay your little not-being-sensitive self here and I'll just keep walking." I turned around and began to walk. "Hans..." I heard Gabe whine. "What?" I barked. "Please don't leave me... I don't want to be alone..." he said softly.

I turned towards him and he was looking down and playing with his fingers. "I'm sorry for being annoying. I get it if you don't like me and all but, can you please stay with me?" Gabe looked up at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his and I noticed he looked really sad. I rolled my eyes and let out a big breath, also dropping my stuff and sitting down. "Don't think that each time you poke your lip and dash those little eyelashes of yours that I'll say yes every time ." I said with a smile.

Gabe's face lit up with a smile and his posture straightened. "And, I uh, I'm sorry for being a jerk. I know I'm like that sometimes." I sighed. "Its okay." Gabe said. I nodded. Sooner or later, Gabe had gathered some sticks and used his lighter to make a fire. I'd put on sweats and a hoodie and Gabe had pajama pants and some jacket. We were snacking on some s'mores and I noticed it was warmer than other nights. Which was good.

"Do you ever think like...where's everyone else right now...if they're okay..." Gabe said out of the blue. We hadn't talked that much. It was very quiet. Gabe and I rarely talked at school. Our personalities nor did our social structures mix. I was pretty much the school jerk. That baseball player who hated almost everything and was mean to anyone who had something to say about the way I loved my life. And that was just about everyone.

Gabe, on the other hand, was that nice guy who everyone liked. He kept the peace and always stood up to the bullies. There was this fight in him that people loved and this courage that I thought one day would get him into some deep shit. Even though I didn't know him, I thought he was an ok kid. Gabe fought for his rights. I never really did that.

I didn't tell someone what was wrong or whatever. I was just mean. I was bitchy to whoever hated on me. I'll admit, yea I was a little self conceded but I never put people down. That I didn't do. I didn't discriminate or hate on someone's choice of life. But I didn't say how I felt about someone. And if I felt hate towards them, then I told them that. Gabe didn't. He never told someone he didn't like them. And he never tried to hurt anyone's feelings on purpose. I admired that about him. Sometimes, I even wished I could be more like him.

"All the time." I said. "Hans, what if we're the only people who made it out alive? What if everyone else-" I had to interrupt him. I didn't like thinking about stuff like that. Why did I want to think about all of my friends being dead? Oh wait, I didn't. "No, don't even think like that. They made it. I know they did." I said. Gabe shook his head. "Whatever you say." he rolled his eyes. "Why are you being negative about this? That's my job. Don't you want your friends to be alive?" I asked.

"I don't have friends Hans! No one likes me! I'm sure if any of them are alive, they could care less if I was okay." He said covering his face in his hands. "Gabe, what are you talking about? Everyone and I mean EVERYONE LOVES you. Why do you think you don't have friends?" I asked in a curious but calming tone. "People say mean things about me. They leave stuff in my locker saying I'm a fag and I need to kill myself. And this-this one guy told me I'm an ugly piece of shit and I need to die. People always tell me that only my mom loves me and that I should-"

"You know what stop." Gabe had tears streaming down his face and he was breathing really hard. I stood up and walked over to him. Sitting down and embracing him in a hug. Letting him sob into the side of my chest. "Hans, everyone hates me. I wish I could be like you and just not give a shit." he whines.

"I do give a shit. At least I do about you. If I didn't, I'd be letting you cry on your own right now. I don't hate you Gabe. Actually, I like you. I like you a lot. Don't listen to other people. That's why your always crying." I say rubbing his shoulder. "But it's hard." he wipes his eyes but I feel tears still coming out. "I know. I know."

Gabe pulled himself together and lifted up from my hold. "Thank you, Hans." he says looking into my eyes. "You're a good person. And I hope if we ever get home, we can talk more." He admits. "I'll see to to that. Now get some sleep." I said. He nodded. I stood up but Gabe grabbed my hand. "Can you...." I raised my eyebrow waiting for him to finish and I noticed him blush.

A smirk crawled onto my face. "Yes, I'll stay with you." I said. Gabe smiled. I put out the fire with rocks and laid down next to Gabe. We were laying on blankets and had one blanket to share. My back was to his and it was pretty comfortable and warm, too. I slowly started to drift off into my dream...who was about Gabe.