Chapter Twenty-one

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Basic bitches kept things like movie tickets, but Theodore didn't have anything tangible, no keepsakes of his time spent with Gabriel, only snowflakes, the Jonas brothers and sad violin.

A very dramatic train of thought considering they hadn't broken up, had never been in a relationship and the fact that Gabriel would return home in TMinus 4 hours.
Also, weren't snowflakes tangible, for just one brief moment? It didn't matter, they had long gone.

And although listening to sad violin and the Jonas brothers admittedly did do the trick (evidence based)  Theodore found himself with his violin in hand, and YouTube tutorial on how to play sad violin on the laptop in front of him.

He felt silly- it was silly, and uncharacteristic (for it took actual effort), but he found it oddly romantic, too, learning your crush's favorite sad song (again, uncharacteristic, because he wanted to believe romance was dead, love was a social construct and poor him had simply been indoctrinated).

But why, then, did he have this vision, that should he ever come across a sad Gabriel, he would play it for him, show him he remembered, that he cared.

Not that he ever would, though, but it was cute in theory.

Maybe that summed Theodore up pretty well as well: cute (adorable?) twink in theory, sarcastic brat in practice.

Yeah, put that on his gravestone.
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Theodore kept his door open more often after that one afternoon spend with Gabriel. And not just to watch a fresh out of the shower Gabriel wearing a towel (and noting but a towel) walk the few steps from the bathroom to his bedroom (that happened to be located across from his), but in hopes of him entering his chambers again (OOF, that sounded sexual) .

Gabriel did that morning.
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I'm a broken record at this point, but I apologize for the long wait.

Hope everyone is healthy and safe (now more than ever in these trying times)

Thank you so much for still being here, really wish I could update longer (better) chapters and more frequently. I feel bad, almost guilty. (not happy about this little update, either) Hope to have more time this summer.

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