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Gabriel - LGBT

Novel By: lorby1000
Gay and lesbian

Gabriel's mother died when he was fourteen. He was forced to drop out of school to care for his younger siblings, Jordan, Phoebe, Rose and Liam.
Forced into a line of work that he detests, that makes him money but is gradually eroding him, Gabriel is sinking into misery.
His siblings have no idea what he does to earn money, and Gabriel has no way of getting out. He can't afford to stop working.
Until, one day, a girl called Angela makes an offer Gabriel can't refuse. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 9, 2013    Reads: 46    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Chapter Twenty Six

Three hours later, they shrugged off their harnesses and went up to the café for an ice cream, their arms and legs aching.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow." Phoebe said, flopping into a chair and biting off the end of her lolly. Gabe murmured his agreement. Only Jordan was looking as though he still had a little energy left in him. They caught the bus back to the campsite and headed back to their tent to change.

"It's six o'clock now." Gabe said. "What time do you want to get some dinner?"

"'Bout seven?" Jordan yawned. "We could order a pizza, and get it delivered to the front gate."

"Good idea." Phoebe said firmly. "I'm too tired to go out." Gabe smiled.

"I think I saw some takeaway leaflets in the front office when I checked in." Jordan went to fetch one, and they spent ten minutes pouring over lists of pizzas, salads and garlic breads, before finally using a payphone at the front gate to ring in the order. When Gabe returned to the tent, Phoebe had, ignoring Jordan's protests, set up a game of monopoly and was insisting they play it. With a soft groan, Jordan propped himself up on his elbows and picked up the top hat playing piece. Phoebe took the shoe, and Gabe the ship.

Half an hour into the game, when he'd lost almost all of his money and gained only three properties, Gabe ran down to the front gate to collect their pizza.

"Here you go, piglet." He handed Phoebe her ham and mozzarella pizza. "And bigger piglet." Jordan took his pepperoni with a smirk. Gabe settled down on his pillow and tucked in to his green pepper and mushroom, trying to figure out how to get some money back.

Two hours later, Gabe had gained Mayfair and Park Lane, turned them both into hotels, and was eagerly waiting for Jordan to roll a seven and land on Mayfair. Jordan did so, and flopped down on his pillow with a groan.

"Thank Christ for that." He muttered. "It's finally over." Gabe yawned and looked at his watch.

"It's almost ten."

"I'm tired." Phoebe said. "Can we go to bed?" Gabe nodded. He rummaged in his rucksack and found their toiletries bag.

"The bathroom is somewhere near the front gate. I saw a sign for it as we came in." They headed off to the bathroom together, quickly washing and brushing their teeth. By the time Gabe and Jordan left the men's bathroom, Phoebe was already back at the tent, snuggled deep inside her sleeping bag. Gabe and Jordan quickly changed into warm pyjamas and wriggled inside their own sleeping bags, one set out either side of Phoebe. Gabe leant over and kissed her temple, before settling down on his pillow.

"Let us know if you get cold." He mumbled. "I've got another blanket somewhere."

Gabe woke up the next morning feeling very warm and snug inside his sleeping bag. A strong arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, drawing him back against a warm body.

"Morning, Bailey." He said softly, snuggled deeper into the body, squeezing the hand that was around him.

"Mm…" The arm hugged him gently for a moment, before it quickly released him and pushed him away. "Gabe?" Jordan spluttered.

"Jordan?" Gabe mumbled sleepily. He sat up a moment later. He looked over at his brother. Jordan's hair was sleep-tousled, his eyes dull with sleep, but he was frowning. "I thought you were Bailey." Gabe said, feeling himself inexplicably blushing.

"You felt like Tracy." Jordan was also blushing. Gabe cleared his throat, and looked around the tent.

"Where's Pheebs?" Jordan shrugged, and extricated himself from his sleeping bag with difficulty. He poked his head out of the tent and looked around for a moment.

"She's playing football with a couple of kids from one of the caravans. What time is it?" Jordan yawned widely. Gabe glanced at his watch.

"Half eight. I'm starving." They dressed quickly, Jordan trying to stop his blushes as he watched Gabe changing from the corner of his eye. Phoebe ran over to them as they emerged from the tent, and they wandered together down to the front gate, asked directions for where to get something to eat, and caught the bus into a local village. Half an hour later, they were all tucking in to a large fried breakfast in a village pub.

"I can hardly move." Phoebe groaned as she pushed her plate away.

"I told you not to get the full English." Jordan smirked.

"Not because I'm full. Because of yesterday. I hurt all over." Gabe smiled.

"What's the plan for today, then?" Jordan asked, taking another piece for fried bread.

"Pheebs said she wanted to go to Nottingham Castle at some point. That shouldn't be too strenuous, if you're tired." Jordan nodded agreeably. After paying for their breakfast, they caught the bus back into Nottingham and headed for the castle.


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