Chapter 7: Dinner With a Surprise

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Our food came after about ten minutes. It was nice and quiet in the restaurant, maybe a little too quiet for my taste but still, nice.

We ate, silently enjoying our meals. The small candle flickering, the dim room casting shadows upon the wall, the soft mumbles of the conversations of the waitors and the customers. Everything was going swell. It was my first peaceful night since-well, I don't know how long.

"Micoo? Hey buddy, you okay?" 

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Must've spaced out. What's up?" I was confused. Was he talking to me? What happened? All I remember was getting our food and eating.

"I said, thank you for dinner. Are you sure you're okay?"  Gavin had a worried tone, he was always so true in his sweet British voice.

"Yeah, let me pay and let's get out of here." I smiled

He raised an eyebrow, "Okay." 

I got the bill and payed with no thought. My mind was running like crazy but, no thoughts were thought. It was a weird sensation. Your mind going crazy with nothing going on inside. We exited the building and walked causally to my car.

"Oh, fuck me. Really?" My car was a total wreck. Broken windows, spray painted, stolen items, slashed tires, and a little nicely folded piece of paper under my window wiper to top it off. "Who would do this?" I said while picking up the paper. 'Michael, I told you not to fall in love with him. Cheers!" There was a circle with an X going through it. "Uh" was all I could say.

"I'm so sorry, Micoo," Gavin whimpered.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Gav." He grabbed my shoulders quiet violently. 

"Gav, calm down buddy." His head was down, tears falling down his face, words that didn't form as words coming out of his mouth in a big slur. "Okay, now. We're going to take a taxi to my place. Let's just forget this happened." I smiled and looked into his red tear stained eyes. "Let's go."

The taxi soon arrived, we got in in silence, and started our journey home.

That son of a bitch! I knew something would happen if I did fall in love with Gavin but, not something on this level. This is just too crazy. Damn you, Gracie! I love this boy and nothing will change that!

"Oh, you so sure about that Michael Vincent Jones?" I winced.

"Go to hell Gracie."

"Noted." She said flatly. "What if I told you that if you tell the boy or if he finds out that you love him, it will kill him ever so slowly? Would you change your feelings then? What about then?"

"Seriously, go to hell."

"Well then. Cheers." She smiled.

The taxi screeched forward, propelling my body with it. Ouch. We made it to my home safely. 

"That'll be 15 95 please." I paid the fee and exited the car. We walked up to the door and sure enough, there was another letter. 'You can't hide your love for him, Michael. Best of wishes. Cheers.' On the bottom Gracie signed her name all fancy with the circle-x logo next to it. "Best of wishes my ass" I whispered.

"What was that Micoo?"

"Oh, nothing my boi. Welcome to my home, I guess." I smiled.

"You guess? You don't know if this is your home?" He joked.

We played Minecraft on my X-box for a while and drank some beer. The time went by and it got late. "You can just stay the night, Gav. I can't drive you and I don't want you walking so late. It seems like we've been having some bad ass luck recently." He laughed.

"Okay."

After an hour or so later, I decided to go to bed.

"You good on everything?" I asked, making sure my guest was comfortable on my couch.

"Yeah, it's all swell." He responded with a grin.

"Night, boi."

"Night, boi" He said back.

Damn you Gracie.

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I couldn't decide between two houses so, here's the first one. >.<

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