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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Jun 13, 2009 22:26:27 GMT -5
Gabe didn't like to hear that someone actually succeded in hurting Alex. What did she ever do to anyone? She was so sweet and kind. It was like someone trying to hurt the Easter Bunny, it shouldn't happen.
The New York streets still had people roaming around at this time at night. New York never sleeps and so danger never does either. The walk to Alex's place was pretty quite. Gabe was busy looking up and down the streets for anyone that might even look like they would hurt alex. He found himself being quite protective over her.
Gabe looked up at the apartment building Alex was now living in. It was quite nice compared to his own hole in the wall. "You can make yourself comfortable, my foster dad's out of the house." He followed her into the place and looked around. The place was super neat, like some kind of neat freak lived there. "Whose your foster dad? I don't think ive met him?" Gabe looked around the place for any pictures but sadly didn't see any on the wall.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 13, 2009 22:37:08 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte made his way up the stairs to his apartment. He was tired from a long day of work, and the people at the bar weren't much company. As he approached his home he heard Alex's voice inside... along with another. Opening the door he saw her and the chump who likes to skip his English class Gabriel Danvers.
Standing in the doorway, he looked between the two and folded his arms across his chest. "What's he doing here?" he asked sharply. Mr. Demonte stepped inside, hanging his jacket on the coat rack and not taking his eyes off of Gabe. He glanced back over at Alex disapprovingly.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 13, 2009 22:45:18 GMT -5
"Whose your foster dad? I don't think ive met him?"
"Ohhh trust me you've met him." Alex mumbled, then she whipped around at Mr. Demonte's voice by the door. She looked everywhere but at him, avoiding his dissaproving look.
"U-Uh, this, this is my good friend Gabe. G-Gabe, this is my foster dad... Mr. Demonte. Otherwise known as the school English teacher." Alex said, guesturing between the two with her hands. This was not going well. And it probably wouldnt go all too more smoothly.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Jun 13, 2009 22:54:13 GMT -5
"Ohhh trust me you've met him." Gabe didn't even have time to response as he hear the jingle of keys in the door. He turned to see Mr. Demonte walking it. Oh fuck me... Gabe thought to himself. This was like a bad horror movie. He couldn't believe that the ultimate asshole would be Alex's new stepdad, who was now walking in to find him alone with his new daughter. The other lucky thing was that Gabe was across the room from Alex, not like he was walking in with them making out. "What's he doing here?" Gabe was actually hoping that Mr. D wouldn't even recognize him. It's not like he ever went to class. "U-Uh, this, this is my good friend Gabe. G-Gabe, this is my foster dad... Mr. Demonte. Otherwise known as the school English teacher." Gabe stepped forward since that seemed like an introduction. Gabe politely nodded to Mr. Demonte. "Hello there, sir. I was just walking Alex home. " He didn't know what else to say. He felt like he was under the microscope with how Mr. D stared at him.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 13, 2009 23:07:26 GMT -5
"Mr. Danvers," Mr. Demonte said bitterly. "Funny enough, you never show up to my class yet you find your way to my house," he said rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He eyed the two of them back and fourth. The kids were a safe distance apart; either nothing was happening or Gabe was a fast jumper. "Out," he ordered, pointing to the door. "And if you're not in class again, it will be a detention." He turned back to Alex, looking at her and waiting for an explaination. 'Walking her home' wasn't good enough. He didn't believe it. "Well?" he asked Alex expectantly.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Jun 13, 2009 23:18:53 GMT -5
"Mr. Danvers," The way he said his name just sounded like death knockin on his door. "Funny enough, you never show up to my class yet you find your way to my house," The guy did have a point there. Funny how all that worked out. "Out," Gabe made a noise like he was about to say something but this was Mr. Demonte's house and he was just caught in here alone with his daughter. It all looked so wrong. "And if you're not in class again, it will be a detention." "Aww man come on!" Move to the door and shot Alex one last look of goodbye. He couldn't believe she had to put up with Mr. D in and outside of school. It was like a horrible punishment. ONe that Alex didn't deserve.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 13, 2009 23:27:29 GMT -5
Alex rubbed her temples and watched Gabe leave, then she shrugged at Mr. Demonte. "What? He's my friend!" She said, turning around and going into the kitchen to get a late night snack. She opened the fridge and bent over, looking for something to eat. When she didn't see anything of her interest, she closed the fridge door and walked over to the cubboards, and hopped up on the counter, then opened one of the snack cubboards.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 13, 2009 23:33:19 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte sat on the couch and opened up The New York Times, though didn't really read it. He was too concerned with Alex's little love affair. Glancing over he saw she was helping herself to a snack. "I don't like him," he said simply after a few minutes. "Bad influence. Doesn't come to class."
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 13, 2009 23:44:33 GMT -5
Alex finally found a box of Cheese Its, and with this accomplishment she grinned and plopped down next to Demonte and started eating them. She held the box out to him, offering some to him, if he wanted them.
"I don't like him," "Bad influence. Doesn't come to class."
Alex laughed. "Oh yeah, and like your any better. We were fricking smoking outside of the school together, and I walked in on you almost having sex with my best friend. Yeah, like your any better. Pfft." She said, shaking her head and eating more of the snack.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 13, 2009 23:52:41 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, and like your any better. We were fricking smoking outside of the school together, and I walked in on you almost having sex with my best friend. Yeah, like your any better. Pfft."
"So what if we were smoking. Besides that was before I adopted you," he said shoving his hand in the Cheese Its box. Mr. Demonte then gave a grimace remembering that fateful night when Alex walked in on them. "And please, don't bring that up about Callie. I'm a grown man, and you're... well... not. If I ever catch you fucking on my couch..." He pointed his finger at her, though there was still a small smile playing on the corners of his lips. I just... I don't even want to think about it. Don't let it happen. Especially with Gabriel."
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 15, 2009 16:49:54 GMT -5
"And please, don't bring that up about Callie. I'm a grown man, and you're... well... not. If I ever catch you fucking on my couch..." "I just... I don't even want to think about it. Don't let it happen. Especially with Gabriel."
Alex nearly choked on the cheese it cracker she was eating, then she burst out laughing. "Oh god, no! Da- uhm.. Mr. Demonte, Gabe is my friend!" She said, laughing while she was talking, "I wouldn't even think about doing that with him, he's like my brother!" Alex was glad she caught herself before she accidentily called Mr. Demonte her dad.... otherwise it would have made everything a little awkward.....
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 15, 2009 17:05:41 GMT -5
"I wouldn't even think about doing that with him, he's like my brother!"
"Well, good." Mr. Demonte said smugly as he leaned back on the couch. Hopefully there weren't any other of Alex's friends he needed to worry about...
"I've been good letting you do pretty much whatever the hell you want," he said to her. "I just don't want to have to put down any rules. I hated rules myself. So don't do anything to change that. Okay?"
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