ONE LIFE / GABRIEL

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[gabriel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] The opposite had happened to Gabriel since he had been working in Los Angeles as a manager to the aspiring actresses and actors of Hollywood. Nothing. Nothing of importance had happened to him besides gaining a client here and there. That’s how Gabriel’s life always seemed to be, a little underwhelming. Onlookers wouldn’t think that way though, as Gabe had a multiple women over to his condo throughout the week that he would never have any contact with after they walked out the door. That was an exciting life, right? Not to someone that was use to it. Needless to say he was excited to do something out the norm of his routine and go see an old friend, Drew Halsey. Not exactly an old friend, but someone that he had been in contact with less and less as the months drew on. He was pleased when he received a text message asking him to meet her at a bar. He was curious as to what this was about, or if it was just to hang out as buddies. Either way he wasn’t turning her down, and he sent her a quick text back informing her that he would meet her within the hour. Dressing for guys was much simpler for a bar setting than for women. All he had to do was put on a nice pair of dark denim jeans and slip on a clean black t-shirt that clung to his body in all the right places and he was set for the rest of the night. He rubbed a little cologne on his neck as well, for that extra flare and he was at the club within the hour, just like he had said. He walked through the door and didn’t notice the eyes on him, he wasn’t an actor after all and he wasn’t looking for attention, although he enjoyed it. He noticed Drew first thing, and with the cut out dress she was wearing he felt a little insignificant next to her, and he realized that he was going to be sitting in her shadow tonight. She smiled at him and he returned the smile. Although his was genuine, and he hadn’t caught that hers wasn’t, he wasn’t that emotionally deep into anybody to notice these types of things. He did however feel like she was different somehow, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He stopped and took a seat beside her. Her words seemed laced with something different, a new spark maybe? It made his eyes widen slightly but he recomposed himself quickly. ”Hey. No, thanks for inviting me.” He responded with a charming smile, slightly different from the one he had greeted her with before. He waved the bartender over, ”Put her drinks on my tab. I’ll take what she’s having too, and bring her another. Thanks.” When the bartender walked away he turned his head to look at her. ”You look great.” He commented politely, ”Who are you trying to impress?” He joked with slight laughter, hoping she would find it humorous too.

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[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] there is only one life to live WORDS 508 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED: GABRIEL The dark black dress she was wearing had been a dress that she had never actually pictured herself wearing when Ryan had picked it out and said she'd look amazing in it, she had only brought it along to L.A. because she thought that Donovan and herself would hit some clubs and the opportunity might present itself, sure enough it had, but this was definitely what she hadn't been what she had in mind. She pulled her long locks out of her back into a high sloppy bun, and threw on make up, her black high heels were killing her feet, but she pretended not to notice, she had had a lot riding on tonight's success. Her eyes danced upon all of the ladies in the bar as they stopped what they were doing to turn at the dark headed handsome man that walked her way, their eyes making contact with hers once they'd made full circle. She was surprised to see that for once, the women didn't seem to be shocked about who he'd bee-lined to, as self conscious as she typically was with Donovan, she felt strong and in the perfect position to put up a deal that the gentlemen could not deny. Her smile deepened slightly, mischievous as it could be, even as her cheeks reddened, she'd never gone out of her way to invite Gabriel out, and now that she stood looking at his bronze skin, feeling every bit of a woman that she was supposed to be, she realized why. "Thanks," she said, her eyes locked on to his, while taking another gulp of her drink, the liquid was giving her enough courage to finish her mission, and get her plan rolling. As soon as there were drinks in front of both of them, she took one last gulp to remove the last bit of substance out of it before pulling the new glass closer to her. Her cheeks flashed red again "Thanks, so do you." she said, flipping her long eyelashes lightly, looking at him through the fans they created. Truth was, she was trying to rope in a deal with the devil, or at least that's what it felt like, Gabriel was far from being a demon or a saint, but the way she felt like she was plotting against her best friend made her feel like it was a terrible scheme. "I was hoping to impress you." she teased, though she was never so forward, and it even felt awkward as she said it, but she sounded confident with her words and that was all that truly mattered, she chuckled lightly, she was different, whether it be the large portion of bull crap she'd been served directly from Donovan or the liquor that was flowing through her veins. Her eyes held his gaze, "I need to ask you a favor." she said leaning into him, "What would you give to have a girl to show off, with no strings attached?" she asked, knowing he was the no commitment type, she knew he wouldn't get emotionally attached to her, her ultimate goal was for Donovan to be hers, and get rid of that blond siren, Tiffany. and there's no time to waste

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[gabriel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Coming to the bar he suspected a friendly meeting, some chat between friends, maybe some business talk as well since they were both managers trying to help their clients succeed in big bad Hollywood. He had no big name clients, just one at the moment, Schuyler Preston. She was a girl that seemed to be making a name for herself, but not for her acting. She was becoming the talk of the town as she was known for her crazy antics, whether it was sleeping with a certain celebrity or ruining a friendship. It stressed him out sort of, but not so much. He knew that she was talented and she was landing roles. He didn’t want his clients to pretend to be something that they weren’t, but sometimes it helped if they cared about their reputation a little more. Which was sort of hypocrite, but he didn’t have anyone to criticize his decisions publicly. Drew managed people that she was close to, which was a blessing and a curse in his opinion, although he would like to have one client that he knew prior to managing them. The way she was dressed didn’t make this meeting seem so friendly though. Her voice was different, at least the tone of it, and the sudden confidence confused him as well. Drew, at least to him, was a tomboy. A girl that rarely dressed up and didn’t care about petty things. He smirked as she returned the compliment about her appearance, he was satisfied that she found him to look great. ’I was hoping to impress you.’ He rose an eyebrow, a little confused as he hadn’t expected such flirtatious words to escape her mouth. It didn’t sound natural, but he wasn’t going to call her out on it. He took a sip of the roman coke he had ordered, ”I’m impressed.” He responded, making sure he used more of a friendly tone, since he sensed her uncomfortable delivery of the sentence. He sat up and looked after at her, when he did that some more peculiar words left her mouth. She had a change of heart, something had happened recently that was making her act this way, and it was confusing to him, but he was going to let her play out this phase. People didn’t ask him for favors often, his face turned serious, and he really was thinking about the question. ”Well…I really never thought about it before, having a girl to show off.” When he thought of a “no strings attached” relationship he thought of a sexual relationship with no emotions, just sex. He didn’t take it that way when she presented it though, because he didn’t feel like that was something she would want. Gabriel wasn’t a romantic, but he could tell when someone was in love, and Drew had been in love with Donovan for a while, and he was fairly certain that Donovan was in love with her as well. That was his observation, he felt it was accurate. But what had happened to make her want anything to do with him relationship wise? ”I’ve had plenty of girls to show off.” He shook his head and squinted his eyes as he did so, realizing how much of a douche bag he sounded like. ”Wait, what favor do you want from me?” He didn’t want to make anymore of a fool of himself.

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[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] there is only one life to live WORDS 508 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED: GABRIEL Even as Drew felt comfortable in her own skin, she felt like she was owning her tight little black dress. For the first time, looking in the mirror she saw more in her reflection than the tomboy frame that she'd come accustom to. She actually had a nice figure with long legs. She couldn't help but hold her head high as she walked into the bar that night, knowing what she was there for and becoming aware of the impact she'd made as she walked past. Girls ushered how slutty she looked, or how jealous they were of how well she pulled off the dress. She set a smile on her lips, walking like she owned the place, never had she felt so powerful, so in control of a situation and the out come. Wishing she could use the strength to carry it through the rest of her life, destroying the problems that stood in her way with one cosmic blast. The way that Gabe looked at her, those colored irises of his, surrounded by a lush of frayed dark lashes, could make any girl blush, and whether she felt in control or not, she couldn't help but feel she'd bit off more than she could choose by picking him. Smiling, "Than mission accomplished," she said feeling more comfortable that he hadn't returned with a witty flirtatious comment, not knowing where she would go with it, she hadn't much experience flirting. Gabe was in the same business as her, and was often finding things he liked, and taking them home with him, a lot like Donovan in that regard, but had yet to get serious with anyone. He was the perfect variety and once more, Donovan would never see their romance coming. It would eat him up inside, wondering how he hadn't seen Drew finding someone other than him. He'd seemed so comfortable as he told her he'd always prayed that she'd feel something for him, but now that he got what he'd wanted, he'd moved on. Two could play that game, and if he was the player, she was going to be the coach. She sipped slowly now that she had a fresh drink in front of her, afraid of what may happen if she had too many of them in her before she delivered the punch line that would cause her whole life to change. She kept her eyes straight ahead as he dodged the question completely, turning to look at him after he stumbled over his words, the flashes of over head lights dancing over their skin, highlighting their faces for brief seconds at a time, she leaned in closer to him, "This is really uncomfortable for me to ask." she said softly, her sweet nature coming through, which she fought to keep under lock and key, "I want you to pose as my boyfriend." she said, looking at his face for reassurance, hoping for him not to laugh at her, "I know.." she started pleading, before he'd had a chance to speak, "It sounds odd," she put a hand up, "but Donovan is dating someone and.. I want to level the playing field, we don't have to do anything.." she looked at him for encouragement, and prayed for him to accept her offer instead of rejecting her like Donovan had the other night. and there's no time to waste

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[gabriel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Gabriel wondered how much Drew knew about him exactly. Obviously he had just gave himself up as a womanizer, she had to have known that he was noncommittal. Did she know that even though he was a womanizer that he was also respectable towards woman? The girls he slept with were filling, it wasn’t like he would force or guilt them into going back to his condo for a night cap. At least he saw it that way. He knew the type of girl that Drew was, and he knew who she was interested in and knew that she would never be interested in him. If she wasn’t so blatantly in love with Donovan he’d probably attempt to sleep with her, but besides that he respected them being friends enough to not throw her to the curb, she deserved more than that. As she sipped on her drink he took to sipping on his own. She leaned towards him and he tried to meet her half way, leaning in her direction. Wrinkles appeared in his forehead as she admitted that she was uncomfortable in the favor that she was going to ask. It scared him a little bit sure, but he was a grown man and he could say no if it was an absurd favor, but he didn’t know why it would be. The Drew that he remembered came through in her voice when she let her question slip from her lips. He leaned back away from her and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Why would she need anyone to pose as her boyfriend? Before he could even ask she voluntarily lent him the answer. The muscles in his face relaxed and he let out an ”Ah.” As the story was put together, it was to make Donovan jealous. He was definitely flattered that she chose him to be her fake boyfriend, especially when they weren’t thrown in each other’s faces everyday and there had to have been other people she could have chosen. It was probably best that she did think of him though, because he wasn’t going to turn her down and he definitely wasn’t going to get attached. He sat back and folded his arms, looking at her with another smirk drawing over his dark features. ”I’d be honored to be your pretend boyfriend.” She was an attractive girl, someone that he wouldn’t mine presenting as his girlfriend as long as it didn’t cock block him too bad. ”Tell me about this girlfriend of Donovan’s though. Is she as cute as you?” Trying to make her feel better.

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[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] there is only one life to live WORDS 508 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED: GABRIEL As Drew leaned forward, she was relieved when Gabe met her half way, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she spoke, was it because she was embarrassed of what she was about to ask him, or because of the cacophony that surround them? To her right there was a blond bomb shell that wailed at random, shot glasses slapping the bar top, the vibrations under her arm, rattled through her body as she shook with anticipation. Pulling away from his ear, her eyes set on him, swerving like a drunk driver on the high way, trying to take in both of their intensity at the same time. Waiting for his reply, her eyes searching for answers, as one single syllable escaped his peach colored lips, she bit her lip, nervousness filling her to the rim. Chewing on it like beef jerky, a goofy, smile spreading at the corners of her lips as he finally replied, a full response, his arms crossed, the same silly smile on his face, a bond forming between them, conjoining them like ringlets on a chain. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her hands covering the bottom half of her face, slight tears filling her eyes. No matter how much she'd worked through the results of the conversation, she'd come up with two scenarios and luckily this round had turned out in her favor. "You don't know how happy you've made me." she finally said, her happy tears creeping back from where they'd came, she lowered her hands, leaning in for a hug, no matter how awkward the question had been, the out come had changed everything. She pulled back, grabbing her drink, taking a big gulp of it this time, all the worries of tonight, tomorrow, and next week gone. Donovan, her best friend, her everything, was going to get a game worth playing, and she was going to be victorious in the end, after all, Gabe was hard to top, had she not been suffering from her love sickness she would have taken more of account on how his appearance and overall stature made her feel, probably even developed a decent crush, given the time. "I'd like to not think so." she said after swallowing the liquid filled courage, how sweet revenged tasted, her smile bright and cheerful, full of happiness and so rewarding. The crowd, around them, no matter how noisy or how annoyed she was with the glances their direction, she was eating it all up, the environment, the clash between nice and naughty running through her veins. The old Drew, would never consider to do anything so cruel, especially to her best friend, but the mere thought of losing him, at the last minute, was like throwing a winning shot as the buzzer sounded, and the getting the ball released until it was too late. She was in love with him with every means of the word, and as weird as it sounded, she guessed she probably always knew that she did, he was always there from her, from the starting point, now couldn't they finish as strongly as they started. "I'd like to think he was dating an ugly rat." she teased, she could only guess she was blond, that was his type after all, "Haven't met the tramp yet." she said her eyes glowing, just knowing she wasn't going to fight for his affections alone gave her more fuel. and there's no time to waste

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] He had to admit that he didn’t expect her to have the reaction that she did when he told her that he would do her the favor. He chuckled slightly as she expressed her excitement. He knew that it could not have been easy to ask for such a favor. Knowing though that she was so desperate to fake a relationship in order to get the guy she loved to realize that they were meant to be together, it made him feel sympathetic towards her, and respect her for not wanting to give up even if it might have been easier to just move on. It showed how much she really did love Donovan, and it was kind of cute, something that Gabe would never admit since he wasn’t into relationships and wasn’t in the least bit romantic. When she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around her loosely and patted her back. He was happy that he could help, he didn’t help people much. He let go of her when she was ready and took in the rest of his drink, waving to the bartender that he was ready for another. He knew that he would be getting nothing about of being in a fake relationship Drew, and that was okay with the usually selfish man. He didn’t have to put much effort into a fake relationship, which would probably end up being the best relationship that he ever had. If she wanted to call him her boyfriend, and all he’d have to do was agree, that was easy. He didn’t have to wait on her hand and foot like a boyfriend would, this would be good for him. He did sort of wish that he could get something out of the situation, like a friends with benefits type of thing, but he didn’t want to get into that with an emotionally distraught woman, there was no way the outcome of that would be good. He laughed at her response to his question, ”She probably isn’t.” He wasn’t hitting on her or anything, just wanted to make her feel better. Gabriel shrugged, ”She might be an ugly rat. “ He said as he pulled out his cell phone. The internet was going to help them both out on this one. He assumed that the girl that Donovan was dating was connected to Hollywood in some way, considering that he was an actor. He went ahead and look up Donovan’s name since he had some steam on the internet, and in the search engine on Google he typed in “Who is Donovan Kaine dating?” and the answer immediately popped up. ”Her name is Tiffany Prescott.” He informed her, gotta love Google. He then searched in Google Images the girl’s name. He scrolled through the first pictures that came up. She wasn’t an ugly rat, and so he stayed silent for a little bit and kept a stone look on his face so that Drew couldn’t gather any information in his features. ”Well,” he finally said, ”She’s not ugly, and she’s blonde, but I think that you’re more attractive.” Like it mattered what he thought anyway. He handed Drew his phone so she could look, ”When she smiles, one of her eyes squints and the other stays the same.” He was definitely being biased about the situation.

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[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] there is only one life to live WORDS 578 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED: GABRIEL The brunette, as innocent as she was, she was going down a dangerous road, playing this game with Gabriel, she knew that. By even suggesting that they were in a fake relationship was like playing with fire, but she needed him, she knew that. Donovan was never going to realize what he'd lost unless she moved on and at least pretended to be really interested in them. Even if it seemed fishy that she'd confess feelings for her best friend and then immediately move on, it would still be realistic, and she prayed that Donovan would fall for it. Smiling at him, as he complimented her, he was smooth enough for her to actually believe it, all of this was going to work in her favor in the long run. "I've never heard of her." she said as she watched Gabriel hammer away on his cell phone, informing her of the other woman involved, Tiffany Prescott, she'd try her best to remember that name, she would not soon forget. "Does it say what work she's done?" she asked curiously, she wanted to know how successful the brat was, if she was back at her office she'd really the dirt on the little pixie. He found a picture of her, and he stared down at her, his eyes glittering as he explained her to Drew, "Donovan loves blondes." she said confidently as if that hadn't surprised her, ignoring the part about her not being ugly. Looking at the photo, she smiled, she might not be young, but now that she knew who she was going against, she knew for certain that she could not possibly feel as strongly about him she did. She would win back the guy of her dreams, and the girl with the weird smile could find someone else. "Your right," she said trying not to giggle. She wasn't mean by nature, always the girl that got walked all over when it came to friendships and favors. She'd never gone out of her way to ask someone else for a favor, and lucky enough she'd picked the right guy for the one and only one she'd asked. "So what are your conditions?" she asked taking a sip from her drink, favors weren't free, just like anything else, she knew she'd owe him, eventually, whatever he wanted, it was his for the well planned out schedule of events, "We will have to find away to get ourselves pictured." she told him, it was harder said than done as agents, but she hoped that as Donovan's profile got more attention, she would too, and she often felt the heat of the camera lens on herself. She leaned in, "You want to dance?" she asked, she wasn't familiar with dancing with anyone other than her best friend, but she figured that she might as well get used to the idea as they were now tied to one another, the sound of heavy beats and rap music filled the club and that meant dirty dancing. Everyone else was rubbing and grinding against each other, if this didn't melt the ice, she didn't know what else would. She felt the glow of pride fill her cheeks, girls continued to stare upon the pair, probably wondering how the two of them met, but as she was soon accepting, she wasn't the ugly duckling she'd always thought she'd been, maybe she even looked like she deserved to be with Gabe at the club. and there's no time to waste

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Part of the reason that Gabriel wanted to help Drew was because she was so innocent. Even though she was a gorgeous girl that could get any guy that she wanted, she deserved the guy that she actually did want. Part of Gabe felt like Drew was too good for Donovan if he couldn't realize the love he had in a girl that had been around the whole time. He also understood though that Donovan was breaking into the Industry, and dating your manager was not the best idea. It could be career hindering, and if the two of them ever broke up then Donovan would be in an unfortunate position with his career. To Gabe, Drew was so obvious in her feelings with the kid though and he didn't understand why the two of them weren't together. Was Donovan shallow? Did he want the stereotypical type of beauty that could be found in a tall, tan, blonde? He didn't know what went through that kids head, and quite frankly, he didn't want to. "I've never heard of her either." He responded casually with a shrug of the shoulders as he brought his phone back into his own view. He then searched for Tiffany's work history and not many results came up, "She's not an actress." He scrolled through the information on his phone some more, "She's actually a writer." He gave a "hm" and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He looked over at Drew as she informed him that Donovan liked blondes. He think tried to imagine the dark haired girl with a lighter hue of hair. He couldn't do it, he couldn't imagine her as a blonde, mostly because it wouldn't fit her personality. Blondes had a lousy reputation anyways, one that Gabe was sure Drew didn't want to be associated with. He rose an eyebrow at his new fake girlfriend. His conditions? What did that mean? "As far as you and I being in a fake relationship? I don't know…" He thought about it for a minute, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "I don't my relations with other women to be inhibited. I'll have to find a way to be discreet about cheating on you." He smiled, testing her. "I don't want anything in return though. I want to just continue living my life as it is I guess." He did not have any clue what Drew could give him in return for his services as fake boyfriend. There wasn't anything he needed or wanted, there wasn't much that she could do for him in his career, or any other aspect of his life really. "If our clients go to the same event we can get photographed together." It was going to be hard for them to create a buzz. "We'd have to make somewhat of a scene to be noticed, I think that's something I would be good at." He gave her a friendly wink. Then she asked him if he wanted to dance. He looked behind him at the people on the dance floor, most of them were dancing provocatively, if that was called dancing. He looked back at her and gave a slight head nod, "Sure." He stood up from the stool with his feet planted firmly on the ground and offered his hand to Drew in a gentleman like manner. He swayed to the rhythm of the music and smiled at her, hopefully making her feel more comfortable about her decision to be in a fake relationship with him. He didn't mind at all that he was being used.

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