Gabriel Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Worth the Wait

"It's not you. It's me." I literally sat on my hands so I wouldn't slap him.
"You're right." I said bitterly, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. "It is you."
I bent my head back down to my uneaten slice of apple pie, forcing myself not to cry. I refused to let him see me cry.
"Hey, maybe we can still be friends." He threw out that last bit as he was walking away so I didn't even bother to lift my head to respond. I was hurt and angry and I felt stupid for ever letting him into my life. But when we first met, he was so nice and so good to me. How was I to know that he was being just as nice and just as good to three other women in town?

Sighing, I pulled my almost numb hands from beneath my thighs and picked up the fork. I had absolutely no appetite for the pie but I needed something to do with my hands. I wanted to wait and give him some time to get far enough away so that I wouldn't accidently run into him on my way out of the restaurant.

That pie looks really good." The voice came from right beside me. I jumped and dropped the fork, startled. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even heard him approach. I looked up at the man behind the voice and the size of him made me instinctively pull back a little in my seat.

"Didn't mean to scare you." He suddenly smiled and my stomach did a little jump. He was adorable. "My name is Gabriel Brown." He stuck out his hand for me to shake and I found myself smiling and reaching for his hand. "But everyone calls me Gabe."
"Hi." I couldn't stop smiling. What was wrong with me? I lose one guy and I'm so desperate for another that I grab the first guy that comes along? I couldn't stay single for five minutes?

My mind was whirling at the idea that Gabe had simply appeared out of the blue five minutes after I got dumped. What were the odds? Hmmmm. What were the odds?
"So, Gabe. Have we met before?" His dark curls and those mutton chop sideburns were starting to look vaguely familiar. I started to wonder if I had seen him before. I had been so wrapped up in my now ex-boyfriend that I really hadn't focused on any other man. But now...
"Um..." Gabe's eyes shifted a little to the left and a light pink blush started up his neck. "Actually. Yes."

He trailed off and I just looked at him, trying to figure out where I may have seen him before.
"Did we meet at a party, or a restaurant?" I asked as I struggled to keep my eyes trained on his face, but I couldn't stop myself from sneaking quick glances down at his well-developed chest. Wow, he was so built!

"Um..." I could see Gabe struggling with my questions and it was obvious when he finally decided to confess something to me. "I've seen you lots of times. Mostly when you were with your boyfriend."
"Aaaaah." I really didn't know what else to say.
"But, you never looked really happy when you were with him and I always wanted to..." He stopped again and the pink blush had spread to his face and it was now bright red.
"No point in stopping now, Gabe." I reached out and touched his hand and his eyes widened and his grin exploded across his face.

"I didn't think you were happy with him and I thought it was just a matter of time before you dumped him and I figured if I waited long enough I'd have a chance to meet you." His long speech seemed to take a lot out of him and he sighed loudly and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. That was the very last thing I would have expected to hear from him. From any man.
"You're a very patient man."
"I could tell you were worth the wait."

Did I immediately jump into Gabe's arms? No.
I waited until we finished the pie.