Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)

✠ Chapter Eight ✠

Healing Gabriel: Chapter Eight

 

                                                                  〒|〒Evan's POV〒|〒 

 

         "What a guy would do for some agori se agori drasi, you know?" a voice laughed as it opened the stall door. Gabriel hid behind me when I turned around to look at who said it. Gabe was still holding my hand, but his were starting to slightly shake again. I squeezed his hand as lightly as possible to show that he didn't have to be afraid.

         "Huh?" I asked, staring with a raised eyebrow at the guy. He had on a lime green v-neck shirt and neon green skinny jeans. He also had a bright green bow in his thick, fluffy-looking brown hair. The guy was also on the short-side. He didn't look much older than Gabriel.

         "You Americans these days," he said, shaking his head, making the ends of his brown bangs fall in front of his hipster glasses.

         "Aren't you American?"

         He laughed while washing his hands. "No, I'm a full-blooded Greek."

         Now that he mentioned it...I did sense an accent to his voice. And he looked kind of...different...from other American guys. "Greek?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're a tourist, then?"

         "Yep," he said, popping the 'p'. "Hey, you Americans are so fatty here! I love it! And your clothing are great!" he said as he dried his hands underneath the drier. I heard Gabriel whimper.

         "Aww, who's that?" the guy asked, nodding behind me.

         "My friend," I said, shrugging.

         "Why are you holding hands with your...friend?"

         "He's afraid of guys who just randomly walk out of public bathroom stalls."

         "I'll have you know," he said, turning to face me, "that I was being chased by some rabid fan girls, and they were about to tear off my clothes that you Americans charge waaay too much for. I hid in here for a while, but fell asleep."

         "Fan girls? Are you some kind of pop star or whatever?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

         "Umm, hello? Do you seriously not recognize me?"

         "Should I?"

         "I'm freaking Adonis Marcielle!" I stared at him. "You know, the sexy Greek model back in Corfu, Greece?" I shook my head, no. "Come on, everybody knows me!"

         "I don't."

         Adonis groaned, then rolled his dark brown eyes. "Whatever. But, hey, who's your friend? Maybe he recognizes me?"

         I moved to the side a little. Gabriel squeaked, then moved back behind me. "That's Gabriel. He doesn't like you." Okay, I didn't know why I was being such a douche bag. Maybe it's because I don't want him to attract Gabe. I'm a selfish bastard, aren't I?

         "He's so adorable! He should be a model, too!" Adonis gushed, moving over towards us. Gabriel whimpered again when Adonis stood arms-length a part from us. "Aww, is he intimidated by me?" the Greek model asked, sympathetically.

         "You're pretty cocky," I said, rolling my eyes.

         "You're pretty sexy yourself," he replied, changing the subject. He placed his hands on my chest, looking at me with a sly smirk and hazel eyes that seemed to turn black as lust clouded over them. I was about to shove him back, when he let out a yelp.