Crop Top, Gum Drop (Sabriel)

The Cherry-Red Door ~1~

 A boy with golden-brown hair sat on a porch chair in front of a fairly large periwinkle house, a sucker plopped into his mouth. His honey colored eyes looked down at his phone, scrolling through photos of candy, or selfies people took on instagram. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he grew bored of people fishing for likes and comments. He went inside, kicking his shoes off at the door and running up the plush-carpeted stairs. The boy toppled onto his yellow bed with little candy designs on it, placing his fluffy pillows in a way that supported his back. The golden-brown got a marigold colored book out, pulling out a key and unlocking the side. He placed his earbuds into his ears, playing 'Cocoa Hooves' by Glass Animals. Reaching over to his black-cherry wood desk, the teen grabbed a pen with a plastic cat on top. He began to write in his journal, sucking on his sucker.

His days were usually boring, and school never was fun. Sure, he acted like he loved everybody, but really he was just a sucker for relationships, and had a fear of being alone. The boy lost count of how many boyfriends and girlfriends he's had, but he didn't care. Dating was fun for him, but he came and went like the seasons. His phone buzzed, causing him to groan as he tried to grab it. After managing to grasp it, he checked his notifications. 'Gabriel! Come take cookies down to our new neighbors who moved in yesterday. Dad is busy with his books, and I'm doing my homework.' The text read, causing the boy, Gabriel, to grunt in annoyance. He always had to be the one to do things since he never really did anything, even when the others were perfectly capable of doing it themselves.

Gabriel got out of bed, looking in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable. He fixed his crop top so it was evenly distributed on each shoulder, pulling his shorts up slightly so it appeared as if he had a more pinched waist. He padded down the stairs, grabbing the cookies on the counter in a swift movement. His slightly tan, dark haired brother was sitting at the table, his nose in a book. "God, Cas." the hazel-eyed boy grouched, "Do you ever go and have fun?" His brother let out a long, bothered sigh. "Don't you ever study and get good grades?" Castiel countered, cocking a brow. Gabe pouted, sticking his lip out for effect. The chocolate-haired boy rolled his eyes, ordering, "Go and give our neighbors the cookies, Gabe."

Giving in, the teen slogged out the door, heading over to the white house next to theirs. He gave his head a shake, putting a smile on his face. 'Cmon Gabe,' the teen thought, 'Maybe they have relationship-material residents.' He knocked on the door, leaning against one of the support poles of the house. The cherry-red door swung open, revealing a tall teen with a muscular build, tan skin, brunette hair, and the most beautiful hazel eyes. 'Definitely relationship-material.' The golden-brown thought as he smirked at the boy, handing him the cookies. "Heya, I'm Gabe, your neighbor." He greeted, putting his hand out to shake. The boy graciously took it, shaking it firmly. He simpered back at Gabriel, "And I'm Sam." "Nice to meetcha, Sam." Gabe winked, taking Sam aback, before he quickly reformed himself. A deep voice yelled from behind, "Who's at the door, Sammy?" "The neighbor," Sam answered, "Gabriel." Another boy came up to the door, glancing at the cookies with hungry eyes. "You brought cookies?" The sandy-blonde man asked, his olive-green eyes meeting Gabe's honey ones. "Yep. Fresh from the store." The golden-brown joked, putting a hand on his hip. "Yeah," Dean took the cookies from Sam, "Thanks." The olive-green eyed young adult gave Gabriel a 'I-only-care-about-the-food-but-I'll-smile-to-make-you-think-I-like-you' smile, patting Sam on the back before leaving to, probably, eat all the cookies.

The brunette rolled his eyes, "Sorry, Dean's like that. Anyways, it was nice meeting you!" Gabriel nodded, "Nice meeting you too, Sammy." "It's Sam to you. Only Dean can call me that." The boy stated, closing the door. Gabe cringed, 'Keep in mind- Don't call Sam "Sammy", or you anger the Moose.' He left their front door, going back into his own home. "See? That wasn't that bad." Castiel stated, keeping his eyes on his history book as Gabriel walked inside. The boy rolled his eyes, "You don't know that, you weren't watching." The dark-haired boy chuckled, pushing his glasses up. "I would know if it went bad if you were acting grouchy, which you're not." He stated, glancing at the golden-brown teen. Gabriel scoffed, reaching up to the top shelf of the pantry and pulling a box of oreos down. He kissed them, opening the lid and taking a handful. "I mean, they were both hot." The teen stated while shoving oreos in his mouth. Gabe's brother glared at this actions, wanting to scold him but knowing the stubborn teen would just shove more in his mouth. Castiel let a deep, half-hearted sigh, focusing back in his homework as Gabriel headed back upstairs.

The golden-brown bounced onto his bed, grabbing his pen and unlocking his journal. He promptly began to write in the yellow book, recording every detail about his neighbor. His hot neighbor. During the midst of his writing, a thud scared Gabriel, causing him to sit up. He looked where the sound came from, watching as a pebble hit his window. He opened it, looking for the culprit of the rock throwing. Sam was at his window, which was directly across from Gabe's. "Sorry, I just needed to get your attention." The brunette stated, resting his elbows on the window. Gabe chuckled, "It's fine. I thought you didn't want to talk to me after I called you Sammy?" The other male chuckled, sighing. "Yeah, sorry about that," Sam atoned, "I didn't mean to come off so harsh." The golden-brown smiled at the tall teen, "Welp, I forgive you, Samsquatch." "Samsquatch?" Sam questioned, raising a brow. "Yep, Samsquatch." Gabe stated, smirking impishly at the boy. The brunette rolled his eyes, "You really are something, aren't you." Gabe climbed out of his window, sitting on the edge. "Yep! I'm the bestest person!" He proclaimed, lifting his head up as if he won a prise. Sam corrected the teen, "'Bestest' isn't a word, Gabriel." "Well," He crossed his arms, "I just made it a word." "You can't do that-" "Yes I can." "Okay... if you say so." Sam rolled his eyes, snickering.

The two talked for a long while, before Sam decided to head to bed. They bid each other goodnight, closing their windows and going back to their own business. Sam got in bed, and Gabriel watched Netflix till 05:30, then finally got in bed.

Both boys at night sighed, looking up at their ceiling. They couldn't stop thinking about one another.

Eyyyy!

I have been really excited to write this book! I love Gabriel in a crop-top, its just.... too good.

I promise I'll be updating "The Quiet Boy", too. It's just with school and all that I have time for only one story at a time. I hope y'all can understand!

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