The hill became theirs. Every Saturday, they'd meet there, just spending hours talking mindlessly while staring at the clouds. Sometimes they'd go and do something together, but mostly they just sat on the hill.
Memories were made there , like the first time Gabe had called William Bilvy and William felt like twelve million butterflies had swarmed into his stomach, or the first time William had brought his guitar with him and Gabe could've sworn he'd heard an angel sing that night.
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Too Drunk To Fuck | GabilliamFanfiction
A very hungover Gabe Saporta wakes up in his bed, two streets away from the party has was at the night before. He doesn't know how he got back to his place - in fact, he doesn't know what happened past 10pm. Nothing makes sense, until a strange boy...