Shorts, One Shots, Outtakes Ghostbird FF

Gabby

I pull out my earbuds after completing my final composition assignment of the semester and flop onto my back beside the laptop I have lain in front of for the past hour. Editing my own work is hard. Closing my eyes, I draw a deep breath to try and relax myself after the total focus I had on the original fiction piece my class was assigned. Like anyone would think an 18 year old girl with nine life partners is anything but fiction! Ha!

Just as my mind decides it's behaved long enough for the day and tries to shut down, I hear something I have NEVER expected to hear within my house. The trill of feminine laughter rings again from the vicinity of my living room. Immediately my spine stiffens. When I hear Luke's laughter respond I'm helpless to stop myself from sliding off my bed and padding to the door.

Luke told me he was on a reconnaissance mission tonight at a ladies' club, but he never said anything about having to work with any girls. He had better not have brought whatever floozy back to my house afterwards. I flinch as soon as I think that. Just because she's making Luke laugh doesn't mean she's a floozy, Sang.

I walk to the living room and immediately spot her from behind. She has long, chestnut colored hair. She's taller than I am--has longer legs than I do. She's wearing a baby blue dress that hugs her slim curves and accents Luke's more conservative dress. He looks like a watercolor woman. The beautiful lines of his face look slightly blurred, and not nearly as sharply contrasting as normal. From here they look like a beautifully matched set of friends. I look down at the borrowed (stolen) shirt of North's that I'm drowning in and the pair of Kota's old green sweatpants and immediately feel a burning in my stomach and esophagus. I recognize the feeling as jealousy. It's immediately followed by a sense of worthlessness.

Luke's eyes find me above the hoochie mama's head and crinkle in a joyful smile. From his voice alone I see he's mdropped the pretend woman act. He doesn't even have the grace to look ashamed or worried that I caught him flirting with another woman! Hoochie turns around as if sensing my gaze and flashes me a huge, excited grin. Dang it! Is it too much to ask for her face to look like Drag Queen Rocky? But nooooo. She's absolutely beautiful, and not in the overly made-up, trying too hard and watches too many YouTube makeup tutorials way.

"Hi there, dumplin'! I'm Gabby," she tells me in a husky voice.

I don't even know what to say but numbly shake her hand when she holds it out for me. I stare into her blue eyes and feel a tingling sensation pass through my torso to settle in my lower stomach. What is going on here? Finally finding my tongue, I mumble that I'm Sang. For some reason I can't look away from Gabby as Luke sends us to the couch to become acquainted. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize how much I don't want to become bosom buddies with any female friends of the guys.

"What's a girl gotta do for some fun around here, dumplin'?" Gabby asks as she scoots closer to me on the couch and touches her tongue to her upper lip.

"Um. I guess...I guess she needs to not be here," I say as I back away from her as far as the armrest allows.

"Well that just won't do," she murmurs quietly. "What do you do for fun around here?" Gabby whispers as she leans closer to me with her lips half puckered.

I feel my breathing increase. I mentally flash back to all of the intimate moments I've shared with my guys around here and realize that that's not something I want to promote with this...this....hussy. Heck, if she's this good at almost seducing me, there's no way in this lifetime I'll let her in on that bit of information.

"I try to solve world hunger," I tell her flippantly, hoping she'll drop it.

"You working so hard to help people is damn hot," she almost growls while lifting up onto her hands and knees on the couch to stalk me like a giant cat.

"Hey Gabe! How do I get these false lashes off again?" Luke calls from the bathroom.

"I have to do fucking everything around here," Gabby grumbles in Gabriel's voice.

Holy crow. Gabriel. Gabriel is Gabby. Gabby is Gabriel. All of Gabby's features I had a hard time looking away from suddenly make sense.

I jump up off of the couch and swallow my racing heart back down my throat. Without stopping to respond to both Luke's and Gabriel's voices calling my name, I make it to my downstairs safe room and slam the door.

The intercom crackles with static for a second before Meanie calls out for me.

"Trouble, let me in. Please?"

I know I can turn the intercom off, but I have a hard time denying my guys anything when they sound so genuinely distraught. I walk back to the door and only hesitate for a few seconds before opening it.

"Finally. What took so goddamn long?" Meanie mumbles as he storms into the room without his wig on.

I continue to search his features while feeling a contrasting mixture of excitement and confusion. What is wrong with me? Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face.

"What has you so confused, Trouble?"

He pulls me into a very disconcerting hug filled with stuffed bras and an overly sweet perfume scent. I feel a small bit of relief when the false breasts do nothing but make me uncomfortable. I suddenly get mad and push him away.

"Oy! What the fuck was that for? All I wanted was to see my girlfriend after that damn mission was over, and you're acting like I did something to piss you off." Gabriel complains.

I don't care. I'm currently very angry at him.

"Why do you have to be so good at this stylist stuff?" I whine.

"What? I'm just that good, Trouble," Gabriel says while a hint of insecurity flashes across his face.

I don't want him to ever question his talent, so I rush in to hug him again. His body relaxes enough that I stop worrying about his self esteem.

"I'm still mad at you though," I mumble into his wonderful collar bone.

"Why's that, Trouble? I haven't even been here to do shit," his lips brush against the crown of my head.

"Because for like five minutes tonight I wondered if I was turning into a lesbian," I confide while blushing horribly. "You are a hot girl, Meanie."

***unedited and written at 4am. 😅***