Gabriel

8. Gravitational Towels

Come and Get Your Love - Redbone

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MAEVE

The first thing I feel is a pounding and pulsing in my arms. They feel on fire. I don't know where I am and as I try to open my eyes, they are bombarded by bright light. I quickly shut them and try again, this time the light isn't as harsh. I blink a few times, my eyes coming into focus. A white celling is all I see until I turn my head. Gabriel's tearstained face and a hospital room now in my line of sight.

Then everything comes back to me and I try to sit up, panicked. His head snaps up from where it was resting on his hands.

"Your awake", he breathes a sigh of relief, quickly wiping his cheeks, but I still notice. I nod.

"Why do you care so much about me", I say but it only comes out a whisper as I slouch back onto the inclined bed. He looks taken aback by my bluntness. But I need to know why, and I'm not really one to beat around the bush.

"I... you mean much more to me than you know. But I care so much about you because you are kind. You smile makes my day better. You're more beautiful than you'll ever see and your eyes have a special spark in them when you look at me like you are right now. And it lets me know that I mean something to you too", he says. My heart breaks a little. I feel so guilty for what I've put him through, but I just don't see what he does. I'll just have to trust him on it for now. The one thing I know he said is true though, is the way I look at him. I've gotten good over the years at hiding my feelings, but then when he shows up I'm like an open book.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask, looking down at the bandages.

"You cut too deep, and you lost a lot of blood. I would have called someone... to be here with you but then I released..." he says trailing off.
"That I've got no one", I finished sadly.
"You've got me", he said look dead on. I nod as we sat in silence before the nurse came in to check on my vitals. After she leaves, I give Gabriel a grateful hug.
I feel like all my own evil thoughts are something he makes disappear like snow on a hot day. And that's not all I feel as my undeniably large bare breasts press two his chest through only his t-shirt and my hospital gown.
"I'm sorry for what I've put you through... I guess its just not going to be fixed all in a day-", I start.
"I've already set an appointment for this Wednesday with Dr. Stiles. She's the best of the best", he cuts in. I nod and look down at my hands. Fidgeting with my fingernails we sit in akward silence.
This really does feel like a rocky start to a new life, but I think time can heal my wounds.
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The past week has flown by quickly. Gabriel checked me out the day after the "accident" and got me settled in at his apartment. He seemed suprised that I didn't want all new expensive furnishings. It wasn't really me though. I felt like I was already using him as a crutch for many things, and I didn't want to add thousands of dollars worth of furniture on top of everything else I would be paying back. Because, mark my words, I was paying back every penny. I hated owing people.

I was supposed to enroll in a high school close by next Monday after the doctor recommended a week of bed rest. So I had been bored out of my mine flipping though channels, Netflix, and some of my favorite books that I brought. We are supposed to go out sometime this week and he would give me a tour of the city. I said I could do it on my own, but he was very adamant that I didn't wander around by myself.

Gabriel had been around often as he could be but he still had a multimillion-dollar corporation to run. Which I completely get. But still, I wandered around aimlessly for a while. I thought about a lot of things. Luckily, I had no urge to cut. I felt good for once. Really good. I think the worst of it though, was trust. I had little in him. I guess we had a deep connection, but on the surface I barley knew anything about him. And it's not like he takes in every suicidal, broken-homed teen that he comes across. So I was still trying to figure out what he was keeping from me... And the dreaming was pretty magical. I don't know any other reasonable explanation, and he avoided the topic when it came up.
He had a hard time trusting me, too. All the bathrooms were kept locked, along with the knife pantry and my bathroom was practically baby proofed. I even asked him what should I do in place of a razor.
"Well, how am I supposed to shave?"
"I like my women hairy", he winked. I blanched at his innuendo.
"Just messing with you" he said, then pulling out a can of No Hair!  I was surprised, then blushed as he also produced pads and tampons from a bag. He went a little red in the face also. After that surprise, I hadn't seen much of him.

 It was 11:15 am as I woke up, a note left by my bedside table read;

                      Good morning beautiful,

                                I hope you slept well, I left orange juice for you in the fridge. There should be eggs and toast in the pantry. I didn't know what time you would be up otherwise I would have made food. I have a meeting that should be out by noon. Your appointment with Dr. Stiles is this afternoon. See you when I get home.

                   ~Gabriel

I thought the note was nice and he called me beautiful, but still held some reserve, just like he has for the past five days. I sigh and get up. I get in the the shower, pinning my hair up and rinsing quickly. Then, as I'm drying off, my stomach grumbles. So, with just a towel, I wander to the kitchen and pull out a carton of eggs and bread. I prepare the toaster and pan, but before I start I gotta get some tunes up in this shiz, finding an iPod in the drawer, I hope he doesn't mind if I borrow it. I scroll through and finally find my jam. I'm into lots of oldies stuff so when I find Elton John, Paper Lace, and my favorites of Redbone, I can't help but squeal. I plug in the iPod to the stereo by on the kitchen counter and press play to Come and Get Your Love. 

"Hey, Hey , what the matter with your head, oh yeah", I sing as I dance around the room making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. The music is probably loud enough to disrupt the people below, but I'm in a spur of musical passion that cannot be stopped! I'm usually really reserved, but when it comes to music I'm pretty much a snob and will always sing along if it's my type. I can't help it.

"Come and get your love, come and get your love yeah", I sing, using a wooden stir-stick as a microphone. I don't have a horrible voice, but I'm practically yelling to the stereo. I spin, and twist, all the while being careful of the towel. I turn the burner off when the eggs are fully cooked. Then my favorite part plays and I bust out singing with a wooden stir-stick again as the music blasts. I turn, and come over to the counter. I then make the mistake of looking up, and there stands Gabriel.

No no no no no. By the amused and astonished expression on his face I can tell he's witnessed all of my awesome dance moves and singing. This is awful, but I have no words as I stand there mortified. Then at that exact moment, my towel decides it's done hanging around and FÜCKING FALLS TO THE FLOOR. I react quickly, hiding under the high counter from his view. The song stops and I awkwardly pick up my towel, tying it back around my body. We both just stand there in silence, as I realize he's just been privy to a free show of my D cups. Ugggggggg. Why me? I blush harshly as I try and gain some control over the situation.

Life is sort of hating on me right now. He still just stands there looking anywhere but me.

"Uh... I'll go get dressed", I say after a long pause, scurrying out of the room while my hands grip tightly to the traitorous towel, but not before noticing his hard-on either.

I hope this doesn't make things too awkward. Besides, we are two hormonally in control adults that can totally act normal around each other like we haven't just seen each other in a... compromising position... right?

Hell nah.