Gabriel sat down at the desk besides Sam's with a grin.
"Hey-ya, Sammy," he greeted.
"Sam," Sam corrected quickly. "Sammy is for chubby six year olds," he reminded Gabriel. He set down his pencil, before shoving his paper and pencil into his bag to give his full attention to Gabriel. Seminar was basically free period, anyway, why not spend it talking to his friend? And Sam was over needing space by now. He liked that about Gabriel, how Gabriel could respect Sam's lines, and he could tell when Sam was done needing space, too. That's what made Sam a little bit hopeful that Gabriel would be okay with him being asexual. That was, if Gabriel even liked him in the first place, although that part was doubtful, in Sam's opinion.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," Gabriel sung, giant grin stretched across his face, crinkling his eyes. The teacher at the front of the room shushed Gabriel without looking away from his book. Gabriel made a mocking face at Sam, and Sam laughed, matching Gabriel's smile. "Well, then, Sam," Gabriel said, stressing the 'Sam', to let Sam know that Gabriel thought he was dumb, "want to come over after school? I'm bored and I don't have play practice tonight. Plus, my brothers are all off doing something tonight, so I need someone else to annoy," he joked with a grin. Sam snorted.
"Of course. What a sweet, heartfelt reason to invite me over," Sam nodded, snorting. Whenever he was around Gabriel, he got all- giggly. Giddy. Like a little girl. It was sorta embarrassing. He hated the dumb crush he had on Gabriel, the one that he knew could never amount to nothing. Not with Gabriel, it wouldn't work.
"Okay, okay. The real reason I want you to come over is so that I can seduce you with my sharp wit, charming personality, and dashing good looks," Gabriel put his hands in the air as he spoke, admitting defeat.
"I knew it!" Sam said.
"You've caught me. My whole plan is ruined," Gabriel faked a sigh, slouching back in his desk. They continued to trade jokes and insults, back and forth and back and forth till they got told to be quiet by the teacher. Gabriel huffed and pulled out a notebook, and they resumed their conversations, passing the notebook. It eventually evolved into an odd game of Tic-Tac-Toe, in which neither of them really won.
Eventually, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. Sam followed behind Gabriel, heading to Gabriel's locker. Sam watched him as Gabriel shoved some things into it, and pulled others out. Sam made a disgusted face, and gagged.
"Your locker is disgusting," he noted.
"Yep. It's almost as dirty as me," Gabriel joked back easily, waggling his eyebrows at Sam. Sam huffed and elbowed Gabriel in the ribs. Sam called Dean on their way to Gabriel's car and told Dean that he would be at Gabriel's house, and managed to hang up with Dean only teasing him about his 'boyfriend' twice.
The ride back to Gabriel's house was fairly short, Sam guessed it was about seven minutes. At least, when Gabriel actually concentrated on driving.
Gabriel drove recklessly and quickly. He turned the radio up to almost full volume, lasting an odd mix of cheesy pop songs, rock songs, and 50's songs. Sam always teased Gabriel about his choice in music, but Gabriel would just wink and crank it louder.
Gabriel parked in his house's driveway. Gabriel's family was rich, and live in a house that Sam knew must have been four times bigger than the Winchster's tiny one bedroom house.
Gabriel unbuckled and maneuvered himself so that he hung over the middle, front half leaning over the back. He pulled their bags out from the back seat where they'd tossed paused to try and strike a suggestive pose.
"Why, hello, there, bab- oh, shit, that hurt!" he exlaimed when his elbow slipped and he banged it.
"Real sexy, Gabriel," Sam nodded.
"I do try my hardest for you, Sammy," Gabriel laughed as he got out of the car.
Gabriel unlocked the door and let the two of them in.
"Helloooo? Any douchebags home?" he called into the house. He glanced at Sam. (Although, if he was going to be honest, he looked for too long for it to just be classified as a glance) Sam rolled his eyes as he took off his shoes, setting them by the messy pile of Gabe's brother's shoes. No one called back an answer. Good. He liked being alone with Sam. He especially wanted to be left in peace tonight. Tonight, where he was hoping Sam would finally get a clue and they would both admit that they were madly in love, and then they would get married, and…. well. He hoped Sam would at least get a clue. The other stuff was for later.
"I'll, uh… I'll go get snacks. You set up a movie?" Gabriel offered, dropping his bag in the hallway and heading for the kitchen. "And don't pick a bad one like last time, loser!" he called out. He heard Sam in the living room, protecting whatever movie they had last watched, and Gabriel smiled to himself. He pulled some candy and chips and juice boxes (he thought they tasted delicious. Way better than soda. Soda was gross.) out of the pantry, and walked back to the living room. He laid the snacks down on the coffee table near the couch, then turned to Sam.
"What weird-ass movie are you forcing me to watch?" Gabriel questioned, plopping down next to Sam, immediately pushing as close as he possibly could to the boy.
"Titanic," Sam explained. "Dean liked the movie and-" Gabriel interrupts him, snorting.
"I think I know why Dean likes it," he commented. Sam glared at him before continuing.
"And you had it," Sam gestured to the Milton's extensive collection of movies, "so I thought we could try watching it."
"Fine, fine, yeah, yeah. Let's watch this thing," Gabriel decided. He grabbed the remote, stretching across Sam to grab it. He hit the play button and the movie started up. He settled back down against Sam, and he felt Sam's hand wrap around his shoulder, pulling him close.
Maybe he did have a chance with this kid. He sure as hell hoped so. He'd had a crush on Sam for years now, and at this point, he'd do anything to get Sam to be into him.
