walk the line{private}

[Gabriel Townsend]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathin'
just prayed to a God that I don't believe in

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Saturdays at Eddingborough were starting to become a rare commodity for the tall first year. Sandwiched between the 5 day school-week and all the left over time dedicated to studying, a free Saturday afternoon was even more precious. But, Gabriel knew right away that today wasn't going to be totally free; it would come with quite a pretty penny. He and Bradford were going out on the town... and nothing with Blake was ever free. A mere 'hello' or kind word came with its own price tag... depending on how much you were willing to pay.

"We're going to be late for the movie at this rate Bradford," Gabe called behind him, weaving in and out of the crowded sidewalks in London. Their former cab sat with all the rest; horns and curses blared as the traffic jam remained at a permanent halt. They had left Eddingborough with only a half an hour to get to the cinema... and now that half an hour had dwindled to three minutes remaining.

But, let's be honest; it wasn't the movie that Gabe was concerned about. Rather, he knew it was the movie that Blake would be concerned about. Gabe should know; he had been bitching about it the entire time that they had been in the cab. "If we miss half of that damn movie just because of a little late afternoon traffic..." After so many snide little remarks, Gabe had decided that it would be less of a headache just to walk the rest of the block. He knew London like the back of his hand anyway; he had lived here for a good portion of his life. When he hadn't been in England, he had been in France. Gabe liked it best in the busy cities like these; it was nearly impossible to feel lonely with neon strutted nights and sun-reflected skyscrapers.

The taller golden-brown haired boy looked behind him; making sure that his shorter companion hadn't gotten swept away in all of the bussle. Gabe reached back, and grabbed Blake's wrist gently; that was much better than having to look back every two seconds. Besides, it was needless to say that Gabe liked a little physical contact, especially with his Bradford.

Gabe smiled somewhat as the cinema was more in view; only a few more strides and they could buy their tickets, assuming that the show wasn't sold out already. His hair was wind-blown as he pressed the twenty dollar bill under the little glass window to the cashier. "Two tickets for the 2 o'clock showing, please." The boy, probably at Blake's or Gabe's age, stared back, and seemed to hold back a foul look; Oh yeah, Gabe was still holding Blake's hand, wasn't he? Gabe rolled his eyes; stupid fucker didn't know what he was missing. "Hey, tickets! I ain't got all day, asshole!"

Two tickets shot up from under the grate, and the cashier handed them over. Gabe handed back Blake his own ticket, seeming to hold firmer on to the other's hand. "Keep the change, bastard," he mumbled as he headed off into the theater, still dragging Blake at his side like a mother and a little boy.

Gabe glanced down at his watch as he grabbed the door and walked inside. Right on time. He glanced back at Blake, and grinned. "I told you we'd get here in time. We haven't missed anything." He smirked. He started up the stairs of the theater , to the unoccupied back row. He sat down, and then pat the seat next to him. "This is the part when you kiss me and say 'Thank you, Gabriel,'." He chuckled quietly. Really, he doubted that Blake would say anything of the sort... but it would be nice to hear.

Propping up his feet in the chair in front of him, Gabe made himself comfortable. Maybe he didn't want to see the movie, but there were certainly other things to do in a dark movie theater. But, damn, it was too bad that clerk was a homophobic jerk... he was pretty damn cute too...

I got pain while she got freedom,
cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even.

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