she's in my head - [Gabe]

[celia]

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to begin,

Celia knew that she should’ve been home two hours prior to when she was walking into that apartment building. Her curfew set for her by her older brother had been midnight since the time that she had turned seventeen. Now at the age of eighteen she couldn’t help but feel how a curfew was a bit null and void. She was legally an adult, she could buy cigarettes –not that she smokes- or lottery tickets – not that she saw much in gambling- but more than anything else she felt that she should’ve been allowed to stay out as late as she liked.

It wasn’t that she didn’t respect her older brother, because, really she respected him more than she did the majority of the adults in her life. More than the teachers that she had well and left behind when she decided to stop going to school, more than her parents that had never wanted much of anything to do with her. Most of the time, really, when Gabe asked her to do something she did it without argument. Save an easy shrug of her shoulders and then agreed to whatever the older man asked of her. Though, as of recently she couldn’t help but feel that rebellious streak taking her over again. The need to press some buttons was talking her over and she never had been the sort to not give into it.

Hence her not making her way home until hours later than she was supposed to be there, on as far as Gabe knew, was a school night. She hadn’t answered her phone when he had called, and it wasn’t right. She knew that she would end up feeling a bit terrible for making him worry. Part of her wanted it though, to have him worry about her. It wasn’t that he didn’t give the younger girl attention, that he didn’t spend time with her or anything like that. He was a good big brother when it well and came down to it. It could’ve simply been that she wanted more attention than she needed due to the lack of attention she’d gotten when she was younger.

A smug kind of smile rested on her lips as she walked to the entrance to her home, her guitar slung over her shoulder and her satchel resting on the opposite hip. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for when opening the door. Maybe for Gabe to be on the other side sitting in his chair waiting for her to show up with more than a little worry in his features. Or maybe she wanted a bit of a pissed off look on his features, ready to put his foot down with her in the way that her own father hadn’t ever bothered.

Her antics might make it seem like she didn’t care for the man, but really, she did. He was her best friend. She loved him. With all of her heart she loved the man that she called her older brother. Sometimes, though, maybe due to some deep seeded insecurities that were well and set in the girl’s core, she just needed to be reminded how much he cared. Reminded that she mattered to that brother of hers, if she didn’t matter to anyone else.

A turn of key in the lock and then hanging them on the key hook, and she made her way into the apartment, dark eyes searching for Gabe.

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577, GABE/TOSSI, FIRST POSTS ARE ALWAYS ROCKY FOR ME
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[celia]

Jan 3, 2012 21:58:17 GMT -5 @celia said:

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to begin,

Celia thought, if only for the smallest of moments, that Gabe hadn't stayed up for her. That he had decided to go to bed instead of staying up to make sure that that kid sister of his had gotten home well and safe. She couldn't totally blame him, she supposed. She was always saying how she was an adult and how she could take care of herself. So if he had finally gotten well and fed up with trying to keep her under lock and key she couldn't blame him. But, she wanted to. She wanted to be angry for him not staying up, for him not giving as much of a shit as she wanted him to. The small girl was two seconds away from storming back to his bedroom and opening that door giving him all kinds of sass when the light turned on.

And there her older brother stood with all kinds of none too pleased looks on his features. Celia thought for a moment how she felt like she was in some kind of movie or tv show. She was the kid that wasn't coming home when she was supposed to and he was the father figure ready to give her some kind of punishment. Hell, the tone that he used and the words that came from his lips even seemed like something out of a badly written show. This was enough to cause a curl of her lips that shouldn't have been there given that she was well and in trouble. Not that Gabe -for all the ways that he was a wonderful big brother- had ever been all that big of a disciplinarian. He tried, and she appreciated as much. Up until the past few months of being eighteen though, she hadn't ever really caused near as many problems. Turning eighteen had caused some kind of monster to emerge in the young girl.

"Yeah, actually, I did," came back her own words filled with all kids of sass and and her brow raised. She had enjoyed her night out too, had a good time doing a whole lot of nothing. Celia moved to set her guitar case down and gave an easy roll back of her shoulders before moving over towards him with a sweet kind of smile on her lips. "I went out with a few friends, played music for a while." Then because the best way to a big brother's heart was to be all kinds of adorable and sweet. The girl moved to wrap her arms around her brother and resting her head on his shoulder looking up at him with those big brown eyes of hers.

Big and brown and innocent and filled with a bit of mischief in those dark eyes. Not that Gabe would see it. Because, well, she hoped that she wouldn't see it. He was the big brother after all. And a big brother that always seemed to have a soft spot for the girl, well, Celia quite believed that all it would really take was a sweet look on her features and a bat of those pretty browns. "I'm sorry that I came home so late. We were having such a good time that I didn't realize what time it was. I left as soon as I did, I promise," she spoke in a cooing voice and then let go of him to go to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Did you have a good night?" she asked moving to lean on the counter and opening a soda and taking a long drink off of it. "Do anything exciting? See Noah maybe," the last words said with a bit of bite to them. For as much as she was not opposed to her brother coming out of the closet and letting himself be happy, she would admit that she wasn't too keen on his choice of who with. Teacher and all that noise.

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660, GABE/TOSSI, SORRY THIS TOOK ME A BIT
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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