Embrace The Night

Unwritten Holiday

Soren's alarm clock went off at 6:15 am, waking her from one of her more glorious dreams. She smacked the snooze button but when that didn't work she chucked it across the room. Of course, when it met the wall it proceeded to shatter into a million little fragments. 

Soren, who had thrown her arms wide as she threw herself back, shot off the bed when she heard a groan elicit from beside her. As she pulled back the black comforter and saw his face memories of the night before came flooding back. Soren sighed, head dropping, she climbed back on the bed. Gabriel lay on his stomach, arms stretched above him. 

Apparently, he had gotten too hot during the night and shed his shirt. She reached out a hand and traced a line at the small of his back where the covers were now draped. 

 "Gabby," she whispered next to his ear, purposely breathing warm moist air on to the lobe. "Gabby," she whispered again. "Wake up, Gabriel. I have to get ready for school so therefore you have to get up." She moved her hand so it rested between his shoulder blades and shook him lightly. "Wake up, you loser!" she shook him more roughly. When he still didn't move she lay down exasperated. She closed her eyes and drifted closer to sleep. She felt his arm clamp down over her waist and heard his deep, rhythmic voice slither into her ear. 

"I thought you had to go to school?" 

"Mhmm. I thought you were passed out?" 

"Nope. I was awake when you taught the alarm clock how to fly." Soren laughed. She flipped and scooted up against him. Her'Corpse Bride' pajama top rode up so that Gabriel's hand rested on skin. He played with the mini-handcuffs attached to her belly button ring while he talked to her. 

 "Tonight is a new moon phase. I'll pick you up from school during lunch, okay." 

"Where do you want me to meet you at?" 

"Student parking lot. Oh, and it would be a good idea to skip lunch." 

"Why?"

"Because it would be a good idea. Now, please tell me that you remember the conversation we had last night about a certain leech." 

"Yea," Soren said sullenly. 

Gabriel didn't miss the tone but did chose to ignore it. "Good," he said lightly, "get ready for school. If you hurry I'll take you." 

Muttering unintelligibly, Soren pushed his arm away from her and walked over to her charcoal-colored dresser. Jerking open the top drawer she pulled out a pair of blue and black striped stockings and matching lace underwear. Form the second drawer, she pulled out a long-sleeved blue shirt, a short-sleeved black shirt with Sally from the 'Nightmare before Christmas' on it, and a pair of black and blue Tripp shorts with chains on them. Shifting the bundle to one side, she grabbed her low-top, sharpie colored converse and jogged up the stairs. 

"I'll be back in a minute," she called as she slammed the door. Once showered and dressed she called down the stairs that she was ready and would be waiting for Gabriel on the front porch. 

Soren grabbed her messenger bag from the living room and stepped outside letting the crisp morning air taper down her anger. 'Who does he think he is?' she thought as she sat down on the porch. 'I should be able to talk to whomever I please.' 

Staring out at the driveway, Soren realized that there was another car. Her favorite model to be exact. She left her bag on the porch as she raced across the yard, ogling at the cherry red, 1966 Mustang that sat at the end. 

"OH. MY. GOD!" she exclaimed.

Gabriel laughed as he picked up her bag. 

"I take it you like my car."