Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Re: Crossover: Bebe/Gabebrandywine421July 19 2011, 19:04:27 UTC
AN: Interesting pairing, not sure why it ended up this silly.
"Come on, Pete, please?" Gabe asked, giving him his most practiced pleading face.
"Your attempts at puppy dog eyes makes you look like a sexual predator," Pete said, flipping a page in his magazine and ignoring him.
Gabe threw a pillow at him and Pete immediately tucked it behind his neck and continued scanning the tabloids for news. He could trace a lot of Pete's psych issues to his obsession with fame and gossip. The looming divorce was not helping with his need for constant opinions on his life. No one's life should be plastered in a magazine.
"Are you staring at me?" Pete asked, finally looking up.
"No," Gabe said. He kept staring.
"I'm not fixing you up with Bebe. I like Bebe. I don't want her corrupted by your impure intentions," Pete said, tossing the tabloid aside.
"Can you at least give me some kind of hint?" Gabe asked.
"Nope, sorry. You're on your own," Pete replied. "I no longer encourage inter-band relationships. I can't even wish you luck."
"You're such a douchebag," Gabe frowned. He didn't have another pillow to throw.
Gabe would have to come up with a better plan. He used to be good at seduction. He could totally get Bebe to notice him on his own.
"Don't make me ban you from tour, I kind of like having you around," Pete said after a beat.
Gabe rolled his eyes. "I know I'm your favorite. You're going to be in awe of my romancing skills soon enough. Now where is my beautiful soon to be paramour?"
Pete eventually caved and led Gabe out of the hotel to the bar where Bebe and some of the crew had gone to wind down.
Gabe spotted her immediately across the room, laughing with her head tossed back. "Damn."
"What?" Pete asked.
"She must have a ninja in her pants, that ass is kicking," Gabe replied.
Pete barked out a laugh. "God, please don't use that line unless I can video your smackdown."
He wasn't sure what was wrong with that line, it had worked before. Bebe spotted them and waved them over.
"Hey, guys, I thought you were staying in!" Her smile was infectious and Gabe knew he wasn't going home without getting something to remember her by.
"Gabe sensed people having fun without him," Pete shrugged, accepting a beer from Nate and sitting down.
"I actually wanted to talk to you," Gabe said, giving Bebe his best 'come hither' smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is something on my face?" she asked after a beat, scrubbing at her face. Pete snickered and Gabe gave him the finger, putting an arm around Bebe and leaning close.
"I just wanted to say, that you're beautiful and I totally want to set the alarm on your biological clock," Gabe whispered.
Spencer spit out his drink and Pete was holding out his phone and shaking his head.
"Aw, aren't you adorably inappropriate?" Bebe laughed. "Do you want your kick in the nuts now or later?"
"Come on, just dance with me and I'll prove to you that I'm a total gentleman and we can have a wonderful time away from these losers," Gabe said, smiling and holding his hands out to be nonthreatening.
Bebe narrowed her eyes at him and for a moment, she reminded him of Vicky T and he was actually worried about his balls.
"I warned you," Pete said the flash from his phone blinding him for a moment.
Bebe glanced at Pete before moving forward and standing on her tiptoes, kissing him on the mouth before he had time to prepare for it. "There."
"That's it?" Gabe said.
"Pete and the boys have been cockblocking me for weeks," Bebe said, smirking at Pete, Nate and Spencer's open-mouthed stares. "Sucks you didn't turn into a prince, though."
Gabe was vindicated but it didn't feel like it when she walked away, heading toward the bar without looking back.
"Come on, Pete, please?" Gabe asked, giving him his most practiced pleading face.
"Your attempts at puppy dog eyes makes you look like a sexual predator," Pete said, flipping a page in his magazine and ignoring him.
Gabe threw a pillow at him and Pete immediately tucked it behind his neck and continued scanning the tabloids for news. He could trace a lot of Pete's psych issues to his obsession with fame and gossip. The looming divorce was not helping with his need for constant opinions on his life. No one's life should be plastered in a magazine.
"Are you staring at me?" Pete asked, finally looking up.
"No," Gabe said. He kept staring.
"I'm not fixing you up with Bebe. I like Bebe. I don't want her corrupted by your impure intentions," Pete said, tossing the tabloid aside.
"Can you at least give me some kind of hint?" Gabe asked.
"Nope, sorry. You're on your own," Pete replied. "I no longer encourage inter-band relationships. I can't even wish you luck."
"You're such a douchebag," Gabe frowned. He didn't have another pillow to throw.
Gabe would have to come up with a better plan. He used to be good at seduction. He could totally get Bebe to notice him on his own.
"Don't make me ban you from tour, I kind of like having you around," Pete said after a beat.
Gabe rolled his eyes. "I know I'm your favorite. You're going to be in awe of my romancing skills soon enough. Now where is my beautiful soon to be paramour?"
Pete eventually caved and led Gabe out of the hotel to the bar where Bebe and some of the crew had gone to wind down.
Gabe spotted her immediately across the room, laughing with her head tossed back. "Damn."
"What?" Pete asked.
"She must have a ninja in her pants, that ass is kicking," Gabe replied.
Pete barked out a laugh. "God, please don't use that line unless I can video your smackdown."
He wasn't sure what was wrong with that line, it had worked before. Bebe spotted them and waved them over.
"Hey, guys, I thought you were staying in!" Her smile was infectious and Gabe knew he wasn't going home without getting something to remember her by.
"Gabe sensed people having fun without him," Pete shrugged, accepting a beer from Nate and sitting down.
"I actually wanted to talk to you," Gabe said, giving Bebe his best 'come hither' smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is something on my face?" she asked after a beat, scrubbing at her face. Pete snickered and Gabe gave him the finger, putting an arm around Bebe and leaning close.
"I just wanted to say, that you're beautiful and I totally want to set the alarm on your biological clock," Gabe whispered.
Spencer spit out his drink and Pete was holding out his phone and shaking his head.
"Aw, aren't you adorably inappropriate?" Bebe laughed. "Do you want your kick in the nuts now or later?"
"Come on, just dance with me and I'll prove to you that I'm a total gentleman and we can have a wonderful time away from these losers," Gabe said, smiling and holding his hands out to be nonthreatening.
Bebe narrowed her eyes at him and for a moment, she reminded him of Vicky T and he was actually worried about his balls.
"I warned you," Pete said the flash from his phone blinding him for a moment.
Bebe glanced at Pete before moving forward and standing on her tiptoes, kissing him on the mouth before he had time to prepare for it. "There."
"That's it?" Gabe said.
"Pete and the boys have been cockblocking me for weeks," Bebe said, smirking at Pete, Nate and Spencer's open-mouthed stares. "Sucks you didn't turn into a prince, though."
Gabe was vindicated but it didn't feel like it when she walked away, heading toward the bar without looking back.
"Fucking ninjas," he muttered.
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Your Gabe dialogue made me laugh often :D
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