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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Feb 12, 2014 19:07:26 GMT -5
Fallon lived half her live on planes so flying across the country to go home for a couple weeks was a breeze for the Hollywood girl. She’d driven to New York with Trevor when she made the move but she’d flown home every time since then. She just hated driving all those hours across the country when it was so much easier, and more practical to take a cab or a car out to the airport and have someone pick her up at LAX when she landed. It was how she always did it when she was away anywhere. And she would continue to travel that way until she absolutely couldn’t any more. Fallon was a little more excited about going home this trip than any other; this time she had Gabe with her when normally he would be back in New York, keeping Myles sane and playing wingman to their favourite womanising CSI. Fallon loved Myles like a brother but she also couldn’t help but laugh at him whenever they were out for a night. She was a little sad there were going to be two weeks without those party nights, but she and Gabe would be back in the city again soon and she would have to show that lovable CSI that she hadn’t gotten soft during her vacation.
The Hollywood blonde might have loved flying and all sorts of travel but he hated airports. It was a small part of the reason she enjoyed first class so much. Well, that and she hadn’t flown any other way and wasn’t about to start. The passengers boarded earlier and there were big comfy chairs and glasses of champagne to calm the nerves, if there were any. It was too easy to curl in those chairs with a book, or a movie and waste the hours away; which was Fallon’s favourite way to pass the time. All too often Fallon got carried away with movies on the little personal TV and was usually shocked when the pilot’s voice came over the intercom system informing them of the usual business. This time around she had Gabe with her to keep her company but the movies will still playing on the small screen in front of her. The pilot’s voice overhead still surprised her though, she hadn’t been aware they’d already been in the air, she could have sworn they had another couple hours at least. Not that she was complaining about the flight time, she was happy to be home again. “I missed LA.” Fallon said, stretching as she stood up to collect her carry-on bags.
Taking Gabe’s hand, she walked off the plane with him and into LAX towards baggage claim. While they waited, she called the car company she’d hired to drive them out to Malibu. Trevor was supposed to be working and she didn’t want to interrupt any business meetings by expecting him to pick her and Gabe up from the airport. Thanking the woman on the phone, Fallon hung up and slipped her phone back into her bag. “Our ride’s here.” Fallon told Gabe with a sigh of relief. Just as soon as they had their bags, they could get going and be free of the massive building for another two weeks. Fallon should have enjoyed airports with the amount of time she’d spent in one but she couldn’t stand them. They were crowded, loud and more importantly it was a place built to sit around and wait. She hated waiting for anything, patience was not her strongest trait and everyone knew it. So she was happy their bags didn’t take forever to find themselves slowly moving down the conveyor belt. Collecting them all was the easy part, getting through the crowd was the difficult one, especially with the cart of luggage. Among the crowd on the other side of the doors, was a man in a nice suit holding a sign with Fallon’s last name on and she was relieved to see him. She wove at him and told him she was Miss Flynn and followed him out to the car.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Mar 21, 2014 11:21:08 GMT -5
Gabe would rather fly anywhere than ever get into a car to drive. In the city he only chose his car whenever his knee was much too swollen and painful to walk any place or take public transport. The rest of the time he would take any other option over driving. The stresses of the airport and the people there was nothing compared to the anxiety Gabe felt every time he closed the door to a car. Plus, after all the years of being an academic kid and having to deal with half of the mad people he kept company with, Gabe had mastered the concept of patience. It was why long queues never frustrated him and why screaming children could be tolerated. Overall, the airport and the flying was like having a lovely picnic in Central Park to him. Hell on earth would have been making the drive from New York to LA. They wouldn't have gotten there for about a month with the amount of rest stops he would demand to take simply for his own mind to relax and calm down. There were things Gabe could probably do to help himself, but he just found it easier to avoid getting into a car as much as he could.
The flight didn't bother Gabe at all. He was used to flying with the rest of the crowd in the cramped seats, but he wasn't bewildered by first class. To be honest, he just had plans to do his usual thing which was to read one of the books he had been sent by him mom. Gabe had enough books to open a bookstore if he so wanted, but he was one of those guys who couldn't bare to part with any of the texts he owned. Which was why tripping over stacks of books was common practice in the apartment he shared with Myles. His case probably had more book weight than clothes weight in it, even for this trip. He was just the type who would read anywhere and everywhere, even if he only had five minutes to kill. “You just missed being lazy on a sun lounger.” He teased, knowing that it was one of the perks to LA. Although he didn't usually lounge about for too long. He stuck out like Casper the Friendly Ghost whenever he stepped foot on a sunny beach. It was why he had selected this particular t-shirt for today's trip.
He wasn't in such a rush to get out of the airport. Gabe could handle the crowds and the waiting around with tired, grouchy fliers. It wasn't something that bothered him too much and he could see through the crowd easily enough that it wasn't like he could get lost if he turned in the wrong direction. Plus, he was already familiar with this airport so he knew how to avoid the vacationing families who were yelling at each other about bags and time and directions. Airports were never boring places to be in his opinion. Once everything was ready he followed Fallon and the suited man out to the car, pushing his glasses up his nose and blinking when the sunlight hit his eyes.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Apr 1, 2014 21:15:52 GMT -5
Fallon travelled back to her home often enough. Not only for work but every summer since the move just to be back home. As much as she wanted to forget where she came from, Fallon loved California too much to ever actually leave forever. She would miss surfing so much that she would have to travel to other places just to get her fix. As much as she loved New York, the surfing was nonexistent. Plus her love of the sport gave her a reason to go home for the summer. With the house right on the beach, it was the perfect way to start the day. If only she could get there without spending hours in the sky or days in the car. As nice as first class was and as much as she actually enjoyed flying, she would rather the flight be quicker.
She didn’t like being cooped up like that and unable to move. Thankfully, the space in first class let her have a little space to move around and she appreciated that. The space allowed her to pretzel herself up in her seat or to stretch out and work without worrying about annoying the people around her with the cramped spaces of commercial class. Left to her own devices she always worked through the flight. She wasn’t the type to sit down and read a book, she left that for Gabe though she did have a library filled with books that had caught her attention instantly and dragged her into their imaginary worlds. She did that this trip as well because she already knew that she would only have a day or two to lounge around the house before Trevor tried to talk her into going to the studio under false pretenses even though she already had plans of going to say hi to those still there. She missed the old crew. The New York crew was great and Fallon loved them but she grew up with this group, for the most part. “Now, now Casper, I’m here for the surfing, not the lounging.” She said, leaning into Gabe’s side, pressing a light kiss to his bicep.
Fallon wasn’t in a rush to get out of there but she wasn’t going to sit around when they had their bags either. She missed her old house, the beach, the sun. And she wanted to be outside as soon as she was able to be. That meant getting out of the airport and fast as was possible. Walking to the car, Fallon asked the driver about the weather, the traffic, just the mundane things she could have checked her phone for but decided against it. She slipped into the back of the sleek black sedan, letting the chauffeur do his job and curled into Gabe’s side when he slid in beside her. “Want to take my phone so I’m not tempted to answer Trevor’s calls and reroute this ride to the studio?” Fallon asked, only half serious. She was tempted to call Trevor and let him know they were in Los Angeles already and would be to the house soon. But at the same time, she knew if she called and he mentioned something, she would be all too tempted to run right over to the studio and fix the problem. What she really wanted was to relax at home, head out for an hour or more of surfing and then maybe even that lounging thing Gabe was talking about. They had a couple weeks to do whatever they wanted, visit whoever they wanted, if they wanted. Fallon knew who was on that list for her and it was a damn short one; Trevor, the studio and their housekeeper, Bernadette. She sure missed that delightful woman’s cooking.
It felt like the ride went by too fast in the Los Angeles traffic; like they’d just left the airport and they were already pulling up the long drive to her childhood home. The place hadn’t changed; not that Fallon had expected it to. It was a huge place, probably too big for just her and Trevor. They probably should have downsized years ago, especially with how long they had actually spent beyond those doors but all of Trevor’s favourite memories of Fallon were there. It was the house she took her first steps, said her first word, almost all the firsts. And despite the air Trevor had about him, he was too sentimental to let the house go. Fallon didn’t wait to watch the driver leave she grabbed the two pieces of luggage she’d brought with her, tossed her purse onto her shoulder and dragged the pieces up the short steps to the front door. She dug her keys out and started to use the one on her chain when the door opened and there was a bright flash before she was pulled into a tight hug; Trevor taking more pictures again. “Bunny! You didn’t call.” Trevor scolded lightly before looking up at Gabe. “Gabe. Good you see you again. I think a finally is in order.” Trevor said chuckling. “Daddy!” Fallon laughed. “I thought you were at work.” She accused, narrowing her eyes as she was finally freed and could look up at him. She let him take her bags and shook her head when he just pushed them to the side of the door. “I am. I have to run out to a meeting now.” Trevor said, pressing a light kiss to the top of Fallon’s head before patting Gabe on the shoulder. “I’ll see you both later. Bernadette is making dinner for us all. She's out now picking up things for it.” He added as he walked out the door. Fallon just shook her head and waved before turning to Gabe. “A whirlwind as always. Fancy hitting the beach after we stash these bags in my room?”
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Apr 14, 2014 17:21:18 GMT -5
Gabe could say that he missed California and it would be the truth. However, he could have made it through the rest of his life without really returning there. Lincoln was where he missed the most and California came in second. Most of his highlights of the sunny state included Fallon and Fraternity brothers. Since he dated one and lived with the other, it was hard to really feel like there was anything from California missing in his life. Although when Fallon mentioned surfing she did have a valid point. It was probably the one athletic activity Gabe could do that didn't result in total injury to himself, and this was the man who had issues putting one foot in front of the other. “I bet I catch you lounging.” He said simply enough, with a slight shrug of his shoulder. Not that it was something that would bother Gabe when he could be alone for hours so long as he at least had his books with him. “You try to go to the studio and you can drop me off at the university campus to hang out with old professors.” Gabe instructed, ending with a grin. It would be damn near impossible to get him out of the UCLA library and if he got into an intellectual debate with his old mentors then the entire trip would just be theories, dissertations and hours of excited discussion.
The house was just like Gabe remembered. Not that he had expected Trevor to go crazy and change any of it in Fallon's absence. Still, it brought back nostalgic memories as the car rolled up to the familiar residence. They had all spent their fair share of time here when they were in college, having parties and making use of the beach access. There were probably only a few less memories in these walls than there were at the Pi Kappa Phi Fraternity house. Even that was saying something with all the antics that had taken place down there on Greek Row. He grabbed his bags and followed Fallon, grinning when Trevor swung the door open before them. It was never hard to guess that Trevor missed Fallon and Gabe wasn't all that surprised to know that the man had been at home waiting on their arrival. “Well, you know how stubborn she can be.” Gabe joked, acting as though Fallon was completely to blame for it taking seven years for this relationship to progress. Calling his goodbye to Trevor, Gabe carried the bags further into the house and then put them down just for a moment so he could push his glasses safely back up his nose. The last thing he needed was to be stranded in LA with only his spare pair. “Sure, but just remember that I'm still going to head home just as pale as I am now.” It was a safe bet and probably a fact that Gabe would arrive back in JFK looking just as ghostly as always.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Apr 16, 2014 21:50:49 GMT -5
Fallon could never turn her back on California. Even if the state held no appeal, Trevor lived there and it was a good place to surf; which was probably the only sport she took part in. But those two reasons alone had Fallon returning every summer for a couple weeks, sometimes even a month. If Trevor ever decided he was packing up and leaving California behind, she would find another place to surf. But she could easily replace half the time she spent in California in Nebraska, if Trevor moved. She had already rearranged her summers to spend more time in Gabe’s hometown. Fallon knew how important family was to him and being able to spend time with the Fitzpatrick gang was an easy thing to agree to. She adored his family and felt so welcome after they’d welcomed her into their home and treated as though she were part of the family. Trevor treated all the guys from the Frat that seemed to have followed Fallon home that first night as family, teasing them and joking with them as only an uncle could and joining in with the teasing of his own child when she woke up on the wrong side of a whiskey hangover. “If it’s before my coffee, you'll win that bet.” She said seriously as though she wouldn’t be caught lounging at all during their trip.
“I’m not losing you for the entire two weeks we’re here. I might miss you.” Fallon said, poking his arm playfully. “You can run off to campus when I hit the studio, then neither of us will miss the other. We’ll be too busy.” She teased, tugging on his shirt sleeve enough for him to lean over just enough to kiss him. Fallon wasn’t planning on spending that much time at the studio but there would be enough time and she knew Gabe wanted to see some old friends, tutors and professors. She wasn’t about to stop him from doing that at all, and figured the best times would be when neither of them had something planned for the other. Content to be in the car and on her way home for a visit, Fallon set Gabe’s arm over her shoulders and leaned her head against his chest for the rest of the drive.
Fallon had missed her childhood home more than she would let on and knew her eyes would be watery when it was time to go back to New York again. She didn’t miss California exactly, she missed all the memories the state held for her. There were so many that she really couldn’t keep track of them all. And they had a pesky little habit of just popping into her head and letting her relive those moments for a short time. “Oh, please! I wasn’t the one dating cheap waitresses who wore cheaper perfume and kill beautiful languages.” Fallon said, rolling her eyes as if it was all his fault. She actually hadn’t meant to bring it up but since it was out there, there was no taking it back; which was obvious by the look on Trevor’s face. She regretted letting the words out instantly. ”That I do and I’ll be expecting that to be explained later.” Trevor said, looking between the pair. He couldn’t say much and he knew it because whatever had happened to bring these two together didn’t matter. The only thing that matter for Trevor was that his little girl had finally opened her eyes to what had been standing right in front of her for the past seven years.
Trevor had seen it the first time Fallon had introduced the group of rowdy boys to him. He should have been shocked Fallon brought home a group of Frat boys like a child might bring home a lost kitten but she’d never been overly girly and had preferred hanging out with the set crew than she had the wardrobe or makeup departments, even if she did have an obsessive fascination with clothes and shoes. But Trevor knew better than to get in the middle of Fallon’s issues. It had obviously be sorted out and though he’d like an explanation as to why his daughter said that, because obviously it was bound to be a hilarious tale on his daughter’s expense, he wasn’t going to yell or get angry at either of them. He would say any cheeky remark he had to say and then put an end to the topic. They were young and foolish and Trevor remembered what it was like to be their age and do stupid, crazy things. Saying his farewells, Trevor made his way down to the drive, making a note to remind his latest assistant that she could day a couple days off at some point this week and that he would text her the night before they were. Short notice sure but it was the best he could do when he didn’t know when Fallon would be tagging along to the studio with him.
“I swear if that room is a shrine, I’m going shopping.” She muttered, pushing open the doors to the large bedroom. It wasn’t exactly how she’d left it, which meant Bernadette had been in to make it look like it was still lived in regularly. The sheet set had been changed and there were different throw pillows tossed about on any surface that could be used as a seat and there were definitely some new pictures about the room but other than that, it was the same bedroom Fallon had spent so much time in. More like a hotel suite than an actual bedroom in a house, with more space further past the door and the first view of the bed, directly next to her very own little terrace but it had been hers for so long and she still loved it. “Do you need proof that you’ve been to California when we go home?” Fallon teased, falling onto her great big old bed. “Because we could just take pictures, if we need to. They have timestamps.” She continued, rolling onto her side, propping her head on her hand as she looked up at Gabe, grinning.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Apr 18, 2014 18:44:26 GMT -5
So long as Gabe had his books he could probably find happiness anywhere in the world. Obviously he wouldn't be as happy in one place as another, but then he hadn't expected so much of his life to become so important. After all, New York was where Myles was, where Fallon was and where he'd probably carrying on pursuing his eternal chase for knowledge. “Or when you've got a hangover.” He added as a possible section option for winning his little bet.
Grinning, Gabe shook his head and pushed his hair back from his face. His mother had tried to make him get a haircut when they had been in Nebraska, but her request had been rejected and now it hung around his face and constantly needed pushing back if he needed to get anything done. “Come on, Fall. We both know that the minute you hit the studio you're going to lose track of time completely. It's not like New York where you have Ettie to remind you, or tap her watch.” He teased playfully, knowing just what his girlfriend could be like when she got settled into something. Even if she wouldn't so much be working on this trip as she would be catching up with old faces, he knew it would still be a few days where he'd probably see her first thing and then hear nothing until the end of the day when she was exhausted and ready to curl up for the night.
Gabe raised his eyebrows close to his hairline and shot Fallon a challenging look. He knew that Kelly the waitress would probably be brought up for years whenever one of them was trying to make a point, but for every argument one of them threw there was another one to combat it. Essentially it was a topic they would never reach a conclusion about, especially not since that foul date had led to them being drunk and sleeping together; which is how they were both standing here now, together as more than just good friends. “No, you were just the one getting insanely jealous of them.” Ever since she had admitted to it that one time, Gabe had not been able to let it go. Part of him didn't think he ever would since it was sort of a boost to the ego for a guy like him. Plus, as much as Fallon hated that waitress if it wasn't for her then they might not be here now, having admitted their love for each other. They could've been going through life just as friends, acting like they always had done with neither thinking a thing about making a move on the other. He wasn't worried about explaining the story to Trevor since he could already see the difference in their tales and hear the man laughing at the couple having their silly argument over something that didn't even matter anymore.
Gabe remembered Fallon's room well. After all he had passed out in it a handful of times over the years he had spent at UCLA. He noticed a few of the subtle differences, but it still reminded him of crashing after those beach-side parties the Pi Kappa Phis had so adored. He wouldn't be all that shocked if he bumped into a few of them on the beach and he knew that Myles probably would have told some of them who lived out this way that Tricks would be floating around again if they wanted to play some ridiculous prank on him again. He just hoped that this time it wouldn't land him in hospital with his knee three times the size it ought to be. “I could move to the Caribbean for the next twenty years and I could still come home looking like Casper. We all know that tanning is in no way a form of proof of me doing anything.” He dropped the bags he was holding and then shot Fallon another look. “Yes, and with the right knowledge they can be doctored.” He pointed out, as though it was something he would genuinely be accused of back in New York City.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jul 9, 2014 13:59:34 GMT -5
Fallon loved to teach, it was exactly what she had needed. She was still in the industry but she was also removed from it just enough that it shouldn’t have bothered her. Of course, with who her father was meant there was no way in hell that she would ever just teach. When she turned eighteen, Trevor gave her half the company; it was legally fifty percent hers, in her name and everything. He still did most of the work but it also meant that she could never really get away from it, even if she had really wanted to; which, anyone who knew Fallon knew that was as likely as pigs sprouting wings and flying off into the sunset. She was already starting to believe that teaching would have to take the backburner role in her work life if she were ever going to be truly happy with her career. She loved the studio too damn much to turn her back on it completely. “Don’t give me whiskey.” She said with a shrug. Not that it mattered; she was good with what she drank while she was out. Unless it was a mixed drink and she wasn’t privy to what was in it, she avoided what she knew made her sicker than death.
“Hey, now, I’d call for lunch.” She teased knowing Gabe was completely right. She wouldn’t be working this trip like the last few but she would get sidetracked. Maybe she should have dragged Ettie along with her; she might have had a chance to actually spend time surfing with Gabe and give Ettie the chance to explore whatever her heart desired. “What would I do without that girl? Probably have the night security wake me up.” She joked shaking her head. “At least here, I live with my boss.” Of course, this whole trip was supposed to be for the happy couple to spend some time together, surf and meet up with old friends. It wasn’t meant to be a work thing. Fallon didn’t know what she would do without Ettie though; probably forget what time was and spend days behind the desk at the studio that had her name on it. The other woman really was a godsend.
Fallon rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You say insanely jealous, I say angry on your behalf.” She said with an easy and very fake shrug. She’d been jealous, plain and simple. But she wasn’t about to admit it again. Once was enough and though this little argument they routinely got in would continue for who knows how long, she wasn’t about to admit to it again. She would make her arguments and be done with it or try to talk her way out of it. She was still annoyed that someone would do something so horrible to Gabe; even if she didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Trevor, she knew would find the whole thing laughable but it was getting through telling him that the California blonde found daunting. She also didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of telling Trevor and hearing the remarks he’ll say.
Despite the amount of sun protection she went through, Fallon still managed to tan. She went an entire summer going through quarts of sunblock and still couldn’t keep her light complexion light. Growing up in California meant she was constantly in the sun and getting a tan was inevitable, even if she didn’t just sit out in the sun purposefully. At least she looked good with a tan. Fallon rolled her eyes, no matter how much they had these silly little arguments, they never really stopped; they just picked back up where they’d left off from the last time they’d gotten into it. “I don’t know anyone who could do that.” She pointed out, though if she really thought about it, she could probably name quite a few people who could easily change the timestamp after the fact. With a sigh, Fallon rolled off the bed and went straight into the wardrobe that could have passed as a second room. She hadn’t bothered packing any swim suits since most of them were still in California. She changed slowly, throwing her clothes into the other room as she took them off and replaced them with her bikini. She didn’t bother with a cover or wrap, instead grabbing a pair of board shorts and taking them with her when she emerged from the room sized closet. “Ready when you are.” She said, putting the shorts on a little side table to dig out her sunglasses from her bag.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Jul 29, 2014 6:52:37 GMT -5
Most of Gabe's friends had established careers and were well on their way to making something with their lives. He was still happy to be researching, working on papers and generally just expanding on the things he already knew. Whatever Gabe chose to do, when he chose to do it, it would certainly be academic. He loved books, reading them, being around them, and he wanted to be able to share that enthusiasm with like minded people one day. He just didn't know what he would do specifically. He frequently thought about following in his mother's footsteps and becoming a lecturer, but then he still wanted to learn so much more before he handed his knowledge to anyone else. His PhD was under his belt now, but Gabe still longed for more, and he probably always would. That was just his mind in general. Gabe was the kind of man who wanted to know everything about everything, and he would happily study for the rest of his life rather than suit up and work a regular nine to five job. “I don't give you anything. That's Myles, or, on occasion, you.” He knew Fallon could easily be egged on during drinking competitions and even if she refused to believe it there was video footage of at least two college parties where Fallon had been the one to reach for the bottle of whiskey.
Chuckling, Gabe shook his head. “That girl is probably the only reason you're still borderline sane.” He joked, pushing his hair back from his face, hearing his mom's voice in his head telling him to get it trimmed. “But if that girl ever asks for a pay rise, you probably owe her one.” He added in a light tone. From what he knew of Ettie she wasn't one to demand more money, but at the same time he knew that she probably did more than her job description from time to time to help Fallon out. “But, I'll remind you that this isn't a business trip. Otherwise it really would be Ettie here with you.” Gabe enjoyed hearing about Fallon's work and what was happening at the studio, but he wasn't an expert. Plus, while he did still have a few friends and old professors in California, he didn't know enough to fill in a week without Fallon. He liked to keep himself busy, but he wouldn't even be much use to Fallon if he accompanied her to the studio.
Rolling his eyes, Gabe dug around in his bag for more heat tolerable clothes. He had brought them, they were just buried under books, his laptop and then his favourite button down shirts. “But I wasn't angry. That's the point where your argument falls apart. I'm way too used to that sort of thing.” He hadn't been able to get angry since high school about that sort of thing. It had become a bad pattern for girls to see him as only a friend and instead turn their romantic interests to one of his friends. Or a complete stranger, in the case of Kelli. Gabe had been resigned to it for many years, almost to a point where he expected it to happen now. Still, Fallon's reaction to the waitress was going to be something to keep him amused for many years to come.
While Fallon set about getting ready, Gabe finally managed to find a pair of shorts and a lighter t-shirt. He also needed to dig out his prescription sunglasses or else it wouldn't just be the bright summer sun that would make it impossible to see. They were there at the bottom, carefully protected by the case and a bundle of socks. “I doubt that, I really do.” Between her own contacts and the people Myles knew, there had to be someone out there who could easily doctor time stamps. Gabe quickly changed into his beach friendly outfit and tossed his flight clothes on top of everything else. Then he thought again and dug out three of the books he had brought with him, tucking them under his arm. “I've been ready for the last five minutes.” He teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Aug 16, 2014 21:47:52 GMT -5
It was too good to be home once again. It wouldn’t last and in a couple weeks, they’d be boarding a plane and going back to New York but right then and there, it was so good to be back in her childhood home, in her old room. Those walls were filled with so many great memories and she wanted to keep adding to them with Gabe, even if it wasn’t really her home anymore; it wasn’t but it always would be. She knew Trevor would never get rid of the place, even if it was just him and Bernadette around more often than not. He was too sentimental for his own good; a trait share by father and daughter. They also both shared a stubborn streak a mile wide and refused to back down, even if they were on the wrong side of the fight. To say Fallon and whiskey didn’t mix well was an understatement but it never stopped her when the drinking games went that far. She regretted it more than anything in the morning but while it was happening? She said bring it on! She had been getting better though. It had been a few months at least since she’d taken a running leap over that line she swore each time she would never cross. “I’ve been getting better!” She protested, with a laugh.
She was terrible and knew it but she wasn’t about to go changing that now. Fallon was too set in her ways to change that much. If she wasn’t at the bar with Gabe and the rest, playing games with Myles, she was working too hard for the studio or sitting around her house, planning out her classes. She didn’t have a lot of time in a day to do everything she needed to but she made it work. She’d barely had a day where she didn’t do anything at all unless she was sick, she was always on the go and it had been like that for as long as she could remember. “Hey now, I have you, too.” She added with a cheeky grin. Gabe was right though, Ettie kept Fallon on track when she just wanted to throw herself into whatever it was she was doing at the time. “She’s already gotten one.” Fallon admitted, knowing if she ever asked, she would absolutely have to give her another; even if she asked the second Fallon stepped off the plane back in New York. Fallon held her fingers up in the Scout’s signature sign. “One day at the studio and no more, Scout’s honour.” She said, smiling.
Fallon knew Gabe was used to women stomping all over him like that waitress did but it didn’t stop her from hating it. He had never deserved that and she had believed that from the day they met. He had been worth more than that then and even more so now, so many years later. “I’m still angry on your behalf. Even if it’ll never happen again.” She pouted. She already made a mess of things with Gabe once, she wasn’t about to do it again. And she was so completely head over heels in love with the man that she wasn’t about to do something stupid like let him go. Fallon was resigned to the fact that her annoyance and little outburst would be brought up for the next fifty or sixty years.
It was good to be back on the West coast, even if it was only for a short time. Fallon missed the sun, the sand and the surf more than she admitted, and she said it a lot. It was the surfing that got to her. There wasn’t anywhere great in New York to surf but she kept one of her boards in her apartment anyway; just in case she heard of someplace within reason where she could catch a wave. “Probably.” She agreed, grinning. Fallon knew a lot of people with plenty of talents. If she needed something done, she could make a call and have it done. Too often she found herself thinking who she was and what she did was too much like running a mafia of some sort; all it took was a phone call and whatever she needed was done. “Of course you were.” She agreed with a smirk, shimmying into her shorts after she’d shoved her sunglasses up her nose. Set for the beach, Fallon crossed the room and pulled Gabe down for a kiss before skipping out of the room laughing. She wanted the beach, she wanted the feel of the sand between her toes, the breeze of the ocean whipping her hair around her face and she really wanted to throw water in Gabe’s face so he would get that face out of those books in his hand.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Aug 23, 2014 16:49:29 GMT -5
It was true what The Wizard of Oz taught; there was no place like home. Gabe understood that as well as most. He experienced the same giddy feeling that Fallon was feeling now every time he drove up the stretch of road back to the ranch where he had spent his childhood years. That signpost that read “Welcome to Nebraska” always had his heart racing just that little bit more whenever he was on the road home, no matter how old he was or how many times he had driven past it over the years. Home was home and it was full of memories, and family who he loved dearly. Gabe knew that those same sentimental feelings were true for Fallon and California. Whereas, for him, California held memories of party years and the years of hard work at UCLA. Great years, brilliant memories and friendships, but they weren't the same as going home. It was just a different chapter of his life, a different feeling to be had there. “Better at misbehaving maybe.” Gabe mumbled with a small smirk, tucking his overgrown hair behind his ear.
He knew there was no harm in it. They were all still young and they were all still able to enjoy themselves whilst keeping their responsibilities in check. Gabe might not have been up there with the crazy drinking games, especially since the last time he had been seeing the room spinning faster than he could keep up with he had landed himself in a hospital bed with a knee twice the size it ought to be. That always ended with the one thing he had a terrible phobia of and the scholar would do just about anything he could to avoid that, so he didn't mind it if that meant he had to be the one propping his friends up at the end of the night; he would always still enjoy himself. “Please, I keep no one sane.” He scoffed with a shake of his head. “The love of your life gave a lecture on tribal cannibalism two weeks ago, remember?” Gabe knew it was one of the few areas of his main interests that Fallon really disliked, but it worked in this moment to point out that he wasn't always doing the greatest of things whilst she was out at the studio or in her classroom. “But is it enough?” He queried playfully, not being at all serious. He didn't have a clue how much money the brunette assistant was earning and he knew it was none of his business. However, he would continue to joke that it wasn't enough to put up with Fallon on a daily basis. “You were never a scout.” He pointed out blandly, shooting her a look before pushing his sliding glasses back up his nose.
Gabe rolled his eyes and chuckled. “But I've never been angry about it.” He pointed out again, shrugging slightly. Hurt, yes, but angry, never. It took a lot to make the patient scholar lose his cool. His bad luck with the opposite sex had never been one of those things. Love had only ever left him feeling downtrodden and sometimes like giving up, but Gabe had been the type of guy to pick himself up eventually, dust himself off and try again. In the end he had found himself with Fallon, so he could only assume he had ended up in the dirt for a good reason.
Shaking his head at his girlfriend's giddy behaviour, Gabe just chuckled and followed her down to the sand. He did miss the beach, and surfing. Surfing was the only sport he could ever say he partook in and enjoyed. Everything else either confused him, bored him, or resulted in too many injuries for him to continue with. Surfing was the one he had lucked out in, and he did it so infrequently now that he could risk the odd injury or bruise without it impeding his life too much. Plus, his life was books, research and writing papers. He could do it all sitting down, thankfully, so if he should fall victim to his cursed knee again, it wasn't like he would have to put his life on hold. He could still make deadlines and produce work. It was only really the tours that he would hobble around for, and he had done that a million times already; the museum bosses were used to it. “Oh, Myles wants us to bring back one of those marshmallow cakes from that bakery by the campus. I'm telling you so I don't forget.” Gabe said suddenly as the thought randomly popped into his mind. He'd probably get a dozen text messages whilst they were on their little trip, but Gabe had bigger things to concern himself with than bakery trips, so he might try to slip that task to Fallon if he could.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Sept 22, 2014 12:43:10 GMT -5
California wasn’t home for the blonde anymore but it still held fond memories for her. And it was still Trevor’s home but it wasn't hers anymore. That was New York. Besides that, California may have been her childhood home but with the childhood she'd actually had, a general hotel suite would have been better suited. There were years when she woke up in a different country every single week. It probably wouldn't have been like that but Trevor was hands on with his production company, he wanted to be on set when things were being done and that meant unless Fallon was left with a nanny, which they both knew she would have hated more, she was dragged along with him. It had been exciting and adventurous and her childhood and Fallon wouldn't have changed a second of any of it. She had loved how she'd grown up. Who else could say they'd done all that she had? There really weren't that many. "Ah but you love it, really." Fallon said with a big grin as she reached up to steal a quick kiss from him.
She was still young and still a little reckless. And there was plenty of time left before they had to consider serious things. They'd already made strides in the serious choices. They were together and Fallon wasn't planning on saying goodbye to Gabe anytime soon. She said as much pretty much every time it was brought up; he was stuck with her. "Alright, well minus that bit." She said, feeling her stomach already starting to roll. "And you're an ass." She said, turning away. He knew that part of his work made her queasy and yet he still brought it up with her. She would kill him if she didn't love him so damn much. "God no." Fallon said with a laugh. Ettie put up with way too much from Fallon and the blonde knew it. She put a lot on the other girl but she hadn't seen anything but results so she had nothing to complain about. And the other girl didn't say anything if she did have an issue with anything so Fallon didn't think there were any problems. The English girl did deserve a hell of a lot more than she was currently being paid to put up with Fallon but she wasn't the one to made those choices in the end, she had to go through channels first.
“No but I generally keep my promises.” In fact, she could only remember one promise she had gone back on and it hadn’t been her fault. She hadn’t been aware at the time that Trev had booked them on a flight out so she’d made plans, promised she wouldn’t back out and then when she returned home was told to pack a bag because the car was on its way. She would continue to say she was angry on his behalf because telling him she'd been jealous, and with time she'd realised that was exactly what it had been, would mean she would never live it down. It was bad enough burning those crepes was still brought up! That was all she needed! She got him in the end though, so she knew she had nothing to be jealous of or worry about but the thoughts were still there.
"I can pick one up the day before we leave. That flight is early." She said, running her hand over the top of her head. Fallon might not think California held anything for her personally anymore but it did have Trevor and some of the best beaches around. She'd been all over the world, dragging her surfboard along when they were going to some place where the surfing was renowned but she always came back to California for the sun, sand and surf. She hadn't checked when she'd gotten to the house, too busy trying to get their things put away and then get ready to hit the beach for some time to check on the swells but now that her bare toes were sinking into the hot sand, she took a moment to check out the waves. They were good and they would get better later on. "Surfing later?" She asked, looking up at Gabe when he stepped up beside her. She instinctively linked her fingers to his before continuing down the beach to the ocean. She wanted to feel the water over her feet, having missed that more than she'd realised. When she was in California, she was in the water almost daily, only missing days when she really didn't have the time to spare and even then, before she went to bed, she would take a short walk at the water's edge.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Oct 4, 2014 11:05:25 GMT -5
Gabe knew he would never stay in California when he was attending UCLA. He would joke and say it was too hot for him out there, but in truth there had just not really be any reason for him to stay on the west coast. Even if Fallon had been staying in LA to work closely with Trevor back then, Gabe couldn't see himself staying there with her; not back then. He had been pursuing his own PhD, and the research he was still interested in now. UCLA was a great campus, but he exhausted it the time he did stay out there for. He had to move on to further his knowledge and the opportunities had been elsewhere for him. No one could stay in one place if they wanted to chase their dreams, and just like so many of his friends he had flown the nest to make those a reality. “That's still up for debate sometimes.” He mumbled.
This was a new chapter of his life in New York. Technically, his education was done. That elusive PhD was his now, all the work submitted and signed off. He was still doing research within the department because he could and because there was still a lot he wanted to work on and hopefully get published before he turned to something like teaching. However, now that he was done with the student part of his life, Gabe was thinking about other things and this trip was conveniently timed to coincide with that. He knew he was still young, and so was Fallon, but he felt that they had already wasted so much time in the seven years they had been dancing around their feelings. Gabe didn't want to toss that away. He didn't want to waste another seven years on silly things and wondering where life would take them next. He wanted to make it perfectly clear how he felt, what he wanted. Of course, part of that meant talking to Trevor first. Gabe was a man raised on traditions and he valued them even if most people in today's society didn't. “But you love me.” He teased, smirking as his pushed his unkempt hair back from his face again.
“Unless you're drunk when you make them.” He pointed out, eyebrows arched. “I can give you a whole list of times you've been drunk and made promises only to be hopelessly clueless about them come the morning.” He said grinning. The list went right the way back to their college years and most of the promises were ridiculous things that made little to no sense at all. As usual though, they were something Gabe could use in one of their silly little arguments like this, so he clung to them like they were lost treasure.
Nodding his head, he shot Fallon a quick warning look. “If you forget you can be the one to break the news to him. I don't know if Myles has dealt with heartbreak before and I'm not picking up those pieces.” He said jokingly as they walked onto the beach. It felt slightly strange to be back in California, but this time holding Fallon's hand. It was a good kind of strange, but it made Gabe chuckle at the same time since they'd spent all those years here acting oblivious to these feelings and yet in the end there had been no ultimate way of avoiding them. “It is the only reason I ever step foot on a beach.” He pointed out, gesturing to his ridiculously pale arms as though they were evidence to support his answer. Plus, with his accident prone ways, surfing had turned out to be the only sport he could really do without costing himself several trips to the hospital on a semi-regular basis.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Oct 12, 2014 21:41:31 GMT -5
Now that she was being honest with her feelings, Fallon wanted the world to know how much she loved Gabe. It was silly now to think back and know they wasted all those years because she hadn't been honest with herself. But she wouldn't regret any of it. Without all those years happening they wouldn't be where they were now. They were closer now than if they would have just jumped at their emotions. By now they could have been broken up and not talking to one another, trying hard to forget those years they spent together. This way, they had all that time to become closer. They knew each other better than they could have hoped for before. So no, she wouldn't regret anything because she had Gabe next to her. "Hey! I can hear you, you know." She said with a huff. She said and did a lot of things that should probably have her landing in a police station more than it has. But she was good at getting out of things when she was caught and even better at not getting caught at all.
She knew she constantly made Gabe wonder why exactly he put up with her. She could be moody, she didn't listen when someone told her she couldn't do something and she was constantly putting up a fight as to why she actually could do whatever it was. She had never liked people telling her what she could and couldn't do, which was why she habitually found herself wandering exotic places without her body guards, because she'd slipped away from them when she'd been younger. Thinking back, that had been stupid, anything could have happened and she would have been royally screwed but she'd had a guardian angel watching over her because nothing bad had ever happened. "I really do." She said with a sigh, as if she still didn't know how that had happened.
"I cannot be held responsible for those promises unless they were written down or caught on film. Those ones I keep." She said with a wave of her hand. If she couldn't remember it and there was no proof of it, then how did she really know it happened and it wasn't just someone saying she promised something so they didn't have to do it themselves. That had happened a couple times before and Fallon didn't like being made a fool of. She was aware she was a little free flowing with those particular words but so far the only one to actually bring them up was Gabe and that was usually just to poke fun at her. If she didn't love him so much, she would probably hate him for making fun of her as much as he did. But for every time he said something that might sting, he made up for it in other ways and that meant more to her than the small jabs he thought were merely teasing. More often than not though, they didn't bother her because she could laugh at herself and her mistakes but there were a few and Gabe always knew when he hit one.
"I won't forget." She said, determined not to forget and the second she got back into the house, she was grabbing her phone and putting in a reminder for the day before their flight back home. She had never seen Myles even close to heartbroken, even jokingly and it was something she both wanted to see desperately, just to know what it looked like, and never wanted to see all at the same time. She loved Myles the way he was, even if he occassionally had a revolving door. It felt good to have that California sand between her toes and her hand in Gabe's; it felt right. And it felt like it took way too long for them to get there; which it did. But they were there now and Fallon wasn't going to waste a single second of it. Grinning, she spun into Gabe's chest, reached up and planted a kiss on his lips. She didn't care if there was anyone else around, they were on a private beach and could do as they pleased. And right that second she wanted to kiss her boyfriend. "Race you." She said, against his lips before pushing herself away from Gabe and running right for the water. She hadn't brought anything down to the beach with her because her intent had been to get some time in the water. Gabe on the other hand always seemed to have something he needed to put away or settle before he could just jump in the ocean's waves.
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Post by gabriel pearce fitzpatrick on Oct 26, 2014 10:48:48 GMT -5
Gabe had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Once he had made his feelings known he didn’t do anything to hide them again. The only reason he had ever kept his feeling for Fallon hidden had been because of Brad. Bad timing had led to the other Frat guy getting to date the blonde before the scholar had the chance and after that had fallen apart Gabe hadn’t been sure of how to dive in and sweep her off her feet without coming out of it as the rebound guy. It wasn’t what he wanted to be and he had been worried about ruining such a great friendship at that point. Now he didn’t worry about all of that, but he also didn’t hide just how much Fallon meant to him, which did often lead to Myles telling him to shut up or threatening him with Greek traditions that they probably should have left back at UCLA when they had graduated a good few years ago. Probably a difficult thing to do when Myles still partied most weekends better than most college students these days. “Oh, I know.” Gabe said, a small smirk dancing across his lips.
Gabe knew Fallon had her moments that could drive him crazy, but he didn’t care about that. He loved her for them, just as much as he loved her normally. There were times when he could lose himself in his books or his research, babbling nonsensically when he did move away long enough to eat, pour more coffee and then return to his work. He was interested in areas of human beginnings that turned Fallon’s stomach and occasionally was asked to give detailed lectures in these fields. He had to wonder why she put up with him when he was capable of tripping over air and breaking a bone in the process, when he would have a panic attack at the mere sight of a needle even if it was on the television. There were guys out there who would go crazy for a girl like Fallon and who could very easily make Gabe look like the nerdy twig he was. He wasn’t anything special, or remarkable.
“Hey, I’m not the keeper of your promises.” Gabe scoffed. If he had run off to find a pen and paper each time Fallon had made a drunken promise he probably would have been able to join the UCLA athletic programme and probably go on to compete in global events by this stage in his life. Either that or he’d have wound up spending more time in knee braces and on crutches than he already did do at this stage. The second he would rather avoid, since it was both uncomfortable and a bloody nuisance to try and get anything done when he was limping about and having to rely on his friends whenever he needed to carry things or get from one place to another since New York’s public transport was hardly friendly to injured people. With Gabe also not enjoying time spent inside cars he wasn’t exactly the greatest passenger either.
Shaking his head, Gabe put his books down, along with his glasses before running across the sand after his girlfriend. He wasn’t about to damage his books or lose a pair of his glasses, not even for a race. “You know it’s sort of cheating to race someone who has a gammy knee, right?” He pointed out in a yell, slowing down as he reached the water. It was pretty much the whole reason why he didn’t run anywhere, not that Gabe found himself faced with many reasons to run in the first place. He deliberately avoided such circumstances.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jan 21, 2015 12:18:04 GMT -5
Fallon had always been a sweet child, making friends with everyone that she could. Trevor often joked she was born into the right family because she was always making contacts. It didn't hurt that she'd been a pretty adorable kid and the people Trevor often had lunch with thought it was sweet that he would bring along his daughter. Fallon learned a lot though while she was drawing in her colouring books with her crayons. And before she knew it, she was actually a part of the conversation, bringing her own ideas, however fanciful into play. Some were even used and that had been before she was double digits. Being a producer was in Fallon's blood. It was what she had always meant to be but it wasn't what she wanted to be full time. She liked it well enough and her name went into the credits of all the movies that went through the studio but her input was minimum since she'd started teaching. Right now that was what she wanted. It might have sounded crazy, and maybe it was but that was where Fallon was at the moment. "You're an ass." She said with a shake of her head. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve like Gabe did but she loved the man with everything she had in her to give.
But they were much the same. They did things that drove each other crazy on a daily basis. Despite the fact that Fallon could go the rest of her life without hearing about canibalism, Fallon did enjoy listening to Gabe rant about his latest project. Sometimes he just needed someone to listen to work out the rougher details. She was the same way when it came to things at the studio. She just needed someone to sit there and nod their heads every once in a while until she sorted her thoughts out. What it all came down to was the fact that they were good for each other, though Fallon knew Gabe did a hell of a lot more for her than she did for him. She didn't think herself anything special. She was just a girl but Gabe saw someone amazing. He saw someone worth chasing after and it warmed Fallon's heart. He made her feel special. Meanwhile, all she could do for him was distract him so he wouldn't faint at the sight of a needle and listened to him when he needed an ear.
"No one expects you to be." She pointed out with a grin. She didn't expect Gabe to remember all the stupid, useless things she said or promised. If she did, they probably wouldn't be together. That, or she would have to start paying him to be her assistant. She already had one of those that she ran ragged, she didn't need another. It was mean and terrible, especially since she knew the sand wasn't as nice to run on as the road but then, she had never said she wanted to get caught either; just that she wanted to race him to the water's edge. "Yep. Didn't say I was going to play fair though." She said with a laugh, knee deep in the warm ocean water already. That was the best thing about coming home during the summer. The water didn't get so cold you needed to take baby steps to get used to it, you could just run right in. She stopped where she was though, to wait for him because it really wasn't fair and she knew it. When he reached her though, she threw her arms around his neck, intent on pulling him down to plant a kiss on that mouth she adored so much.
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