Gabe watched as Tara and Gavin kissed each other good night, leaning against the wall. He groaned inwardly as they said good bye, and Gavin turned around to him like a happy puppy, wiping off of his mouth. Gabe felt a sudden urge to just leave him in the hall way and not invite him into his new apartment. But he stood tall, and looked back at Gavin with a certain mixture of a smug and saddened grin. "Well, wanna come in?" he asked wearily. Gavin shook his head, "Nah, you need some sleep man. I'll catch up with you again in the morning, okay?" Gabe nodded, and fist pumped Gavin and gave him a side hug. The fact that Gavin had changed was the only reason He and Gabe were still so close. Because of all the crap that he'd put him and Tara through, Gavin had finally gotten around an realized what an asshole he was, asking forgiveness and proving through action that he was worthy of Tara once again. Gabe snickered, and brushed his hand through his thick short hair once Gavin was out of sight. Gabe was officially beat, after making sure all his stuff had been moved here by mail, he had to see his friend and ex-girlfriend cuddle it up the whole entire time through supper, actually Gavin was the one trying to cuddle up as Tara shrugged him off. Which would have been absolutely emotionally exhausting, if Audrey, Tara's best friend, hadn't been there to talk to.

It had actually been pretty nice to see her again, and even though she wasn't as crazy as she was when she was a teenager, she still was just as chatty.

Gabe heard the door behind him open, and turned around to see Audrey leaving, Tara stood out with her, hugging her good bye. "I'll see ya at work, boss!" Audrey smiled, walking away to the elevator.

"See ya.", Tara told her, smiling and waving. Tara turned back to go back inside when she paused by Gabe staring at her, half turned, key in his lock. She breathed in deeply, feeling lightheaded. They stared at each other in silence for a moment or so, before Gabe said, while ducking his head down , his eyes out of her eyesight, "Good night, Tara." in a hushed tone, opened his door, and went inside his apartment before she could even make a reply. "Good night, Gabe. . ." she shivered, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead as if embarrassed.

The next morning Tara got up, getting ready, and pulling her hair up in a casual bun, grabbing her Black and off-white diamond color dress, and heading for her bathroom when her phone rang. She looked down at it ans sighed. "Phone, decline call." she ordered to her phone. It obeyed. It rang once more as she was brushing her teeth, "Phone decline call and shut off." she said between spitting out her tooth paste. It obeyed, and once she was done beautifying and changing, she ran out the door, grabbing her purse and keys for her car and restaurant.

Once out the door she ran down the stairs, getting a little out of breath from running to her car that was outside. What she did not expect was rain when she started outside, she ran quickly back in, and shuddered, wiping away some of the water that had fallen on her. "Hey." Gabe said behind her, smirking, "Looks like you caught some of the rain, huh?" he asked, coming beside her, "Here, use my umbrella. I don't really need it." said a full grown Gabe. She turned to him, "Huh, oh, thanks. . ." she murmured , grabbing it, and walking away from him out the door. He chuckled, and put his hand in his pocket, pushing his foot on the door before it shut, and pushing it open, heading out behind her, "So, you cook, I don't know if I can believe that." he joked, the journalist coming out in him, "How long have you actually been in the culinary business, hm?"

Tara, turn slightly towards him, blinking, "Um, not that long, for about two years now. . ."

Gabe seemed impressed, "And where is this place located, what's the name?"

Tara blushed, and turned around to him, "Um, it's a small normal sized restaurant, around two blocks from here, named . . .Gabrielle's place. . ."

Gabe felt a jolt of his nerves jumping from her words. "Oh." was all he could say in reply. "Interesting choice. . ."

"Yeah. . .I-I thought the name would be a good idea, s-since you pretty much helped me realize my love for cooking. . .no matter how much I sucked at first. . ." she than told him good bye, thanked him for the umbrella and left in her car, screeching her car out of the parking lot.

Gabe stood, watching her depart, he pulled out of his deep thought of her, and unlocked his car, starting it up, and wiping up the wet hair from his forehead, " Well I didn't see that coming." he sighed, hitting his head gently against his steering wheel, "Why did I start another freaking conversation with that woman?!" but deep down he knew why. He had been in love with her, but he thought after five years, those feeling would have gone away? He was tired of it already. He sighed once more, got up and started his car, driving out of the parking lot. "Just great. . .Ugh."

A new job was great, but no one seemed to realize his existence once in the offices of his new work place. Gabe's boss started him with wanting Gabe to go and review a few places. Boring stuff that he hadn't been asked to do in a long time. But he understood it was just a certain routine that he was suppose to follow to prove he could report the stories he was asked to. Fortunately, he knew if there were people who didn't see a story that he knew would make big on the front page, he could get that story for himself. He smirked in mock at the guy in a gray suit, gray tie and gray slacks, walking with his black, most likely expensive, leather shoes. Gabe chuckled. He could tell the type anywhere. Played by the rules, slicked his raven hair back to look like a grease monkey, which the guy probably thought he looked presentable and handsome. Ugh, the dude oozed with over confidence that even Gabe couldn't, and wouldn't want to beat. the man was tan, most likely by a tanning lotion, or machine, and his pearly whites could hurt any blind mans eyes. "Hello! Gabe LaViolet?" the man asked, giving a show host smile, and holding out his hand for Gabe to shake. Gabe looked at the small hand, and than backed up at him, "Uh, yeah, that's me. And who may you be?" Gabe asked, shaking the guy's hand firmly. "Larry Bradly, at your service." Larry said, snapping his fingers in the air. A nerdy looking guy, with gray, thick glasses, and puny body type ran up to Bradly, "Yes, Mr. Bradly?" said the nerdy boy.

Bradly smiled knowingly at Gabe, making Gabe want to gag.

He had nothing in common with this jerk, and he would never want too either. "Get me a large mocha latte from Star bucks, and get Mr. LaVioillet the same. Well, what are you waiting for? Move!"

Gabe smirked in disgust at Larry Bradly, "I'll tag along with you." he told Bradly's assistant, "You don't have a car, do you." he asked the startled assistant, "So we'll just use mine."

As they left, Gabe could hear the disappointed sigh of Larry Bradly, "The guy must be a loser, he's heading out with Kent."

Gabe had seen the Kent guy's reaction to what his supposed boss said.

"Your last name is Kent. That's awesome, man!" Gabe had said, cheering up the puny man, "Y-yes I suppose it is."

"So where's the cape?"

"At the dry cleaners," Kent guy joked, with a nerdy giggle, "It's got a few stains on it!"

Gabe chuckled, "So why do you put up with that guy? It's not like he's really your boss?" Kent shook his head, "Now he is, but he does like to use my assistants for useless things, like coffee runs. . .

I'm actually the photographer on the side too."

Gabe nodded, "I heard you guys were on short staff for photographers."

Kent seemed surprised, "You actually kept track of that, most the guys that work here don't even know yet because they don't check the daily e-mails I send on what has been happening around the office."

Gabe snorted, not believing what he was hearing. That was just bad. . ., "Seriously, they don't? And they're suppose to be working here?"

"Yeah, tell me about it. That's why most of what we've been publishing have been photo taken by local citizens at the time of the reports, or not use any photo's at all."

Gabe shook his head, "That is just sad. . .I understand not always checking, but never?"

"Tell me about it!" Kent scoffed, looking annoyed as well. "I don't mean to be a jerk about any of it, but they need to hire more photographers besides me. . .I'm getting beat running around from one place to another."

"Sounds to me they are holding off as much time as they can in hiring new photographers so they don't spend as much in the budget."

"The cut some of Larry Bradly's earnings, and we'd have enough for the photographers. . .It just sucks being the guy who is getting coffee not getting any breaks, and having to run everywhere for more than one person. . ."

Gabe understood, "Yeah, I use to have your job, and it did suck big time. Thing is, you gotta stand up for yourself, say what you see that needs done, try to help make it happen. See things no one else thinks matters. Cause more likely than not, it always does." Gabe said, tapping his chin and he started up his car. Kent seemed to soak everything in that he said. "You were really an errand boy?"

Gabe nodded, "Oh yeah. I was till I got a job as a full time reporter, because I took a stand and wrote my first column. Took me a while to convince the boss, but he saw that hard work I put into my stories, and eventually helped me on my way."

Kent seemed discouraged, "That sounds nothing like our boss. . .He's a real hard nose. . .Can't talk him through anything. . ."

Gabe felt a burst of laughter bubbling through, "Than be the harder nose! They need you, and if you leave they'll have to hire another photographer, and with how busy this place is, they wouldn't want ta waste the time doing that. And if I remember correctly, you are Mr. Bradly's assistant, not everyone else's. Only work under Bradly, no one else or you'll never prove that you can be a real reporter if you let people walk all over you." he said, opening his door, "Get in. I'll drive."

Kent shook his head, "N-no, I'll drive, you take passenger seat, LaViolet."

Gabe grinned, and shook his head, "Okay, but remember, we're trying to not have you over work yourself, kid. But nice job, anyway."

Kent smiled, and Gabe became curious, "So, what's your name, name?"

"Clark." Clark Kent said, clearing his throat, as if embarrassed.

Gabe was surprised, laughing "Wait, seriously? You've got to be joking?"

Kent shook his head, "Nope, unfortunately not. It's truly Clark Kent. . .My parents really loved Superman comics and movies. . ."

Gabe laughed, "That's freakin' epic, Kent!" he said, putting his seat belt on, "But be careful, and don't scratch my baby!"

Kent seemed amused, "But this car is kind of already mashed up pretty good, what did you do to this thing?"

"Got my stories." Gabe said coolly, laying his feet up on the dash board, and resting his head on the passenger head rest, "Now lets go get some of Bradly's coffee and spit in it."

"Already on it!" Kent said in an enthusiastic voice, pulling out and driving speedily down the road. "Whoa, ever heard of 'The Tortoise and the Hare.' Well, with police around, even though you are passing these tortoises, you will end up losing, slow it kid, no wonder you ride a bike. . .Damn."

Kent blushed, and slowed down, "Sorry, I get a little carried away when I drive."

"You're telling me. About rammed that guy back there, didn't seem to pleased." Gabe joked, but saw the guy catching back up with them, after they'd slowed down.

To Gabe's shock it was Gavin, who shook his head disapprovingly at Gabe and Clark.

Gabe grinned, "Good job." he said proudly to Clark, "Next, slowly pull into his lain a little, than pull back, just to freak him out!" Gabe said in a snicker,. . . joking . . .of course. "What?"

"Friend of mine we're driving beside, wave hi." Gabe laughed, and Gavin still seemed pretty peeved off as they stopped at a stop light with Kent waving. "He doesn't look to happy with us!" Clark squeaked, putting his hand down.

"Nah, Gavin's just a mood killer in general." Gabe said as Gavin turned right on red.

"Oh, okay, got it." Kent said, turning to go through a parking lot with a Star bucks drive through.

Tara opened up the kitchens large fridge, having already unlocked everything, she was starting with the classic Italian Pizza she'd made last week. Getting through with making the dough, she cut the tomatoes, fresh basil leafs and slices of buffalo cheese. Dabbing her hands in flour, and sprinkling some on top of the pizza, she started kneading the bread. Back and forth, up and down. She heard the door behind her open , and in came Audrey, "Hey, so why is your phone turned off?" she asked, looking a little peeved.

Tara groaned, and wiped her forehead with her upper arm, "Because my mother has been trying to call me since yesterday." Tara confessed, "And I'm pretty sure it's about Gabe, though I wouldn't know why? What happened between us ended years ago. . ." Tara murmured, not really believing herself fully either.

"Whoa, in the forty minutes you've been here, have you made five pizza's?"

Tara sighed, feeling annoyed, "Yes, it's are special today, remember?"

"Is it really?!" Audrey asked in surprise.

Tara smiled softly, "What is it you want to know, Audrey? I love you dearly, but you are a health nut, you take care of the finances, not the restaurants food."

Everything was silent for a few moments, "Did you tell him?"

Tara stiffened, than resumed her work, going a little quicker than before, "No, no I didn't. And I'm with Gavin now anyways."

"Tara, I love you an everything, but I saw the way you looked at him tonight."

"It doesn't matter. Gavin earned my trust. . .Gabe. . .I just don't know if I ever trusted him." Tara said, a tear drop falling into her work.

"Tara. . ." Audrey spoke softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Tara squirmed away from her grip, "No. . .Audrey, . . .just no."

Audrey looked down and sighed herself, "Girl, you do not have feelings for Gavin, you only ever liked the idea of him, and seeing Gabe lase night, and the way you two looked at one another-"

"Stop, just stop, please." Tara said in a whisper, "I'm tired of talking about it. He didn't care and I-I'm over that."

"Tara, you know your mom-"

"I need to get back to making these pizza's. Go." Tara said, stiffing up again as she placed another pizza out of the oven.

Audrey shook her head, "I can't believe you didn't even tell him." than walked out the kitchen door, while Tara watched her leave. She wouldn't cry! No, no! She wouldn't!

But as she leaned against the counter, she heard a slight whimper as tears flowed down. She quickly ushered them away with her hands, and went right back to work.

Couple hours later and with all the chefs in the kitchen and all the waiters and waitresses serving, and bringing in orders and making orders, Tara stood and that cash register, and passed lunch time they had a load of costumers coming and going.

"Hello. Table for four please." said a voice that sounded like a tv host. "That's Bradly! Larry Bradly."

Tara wished to roll her eyes, but just took a deep aggravated breathe. This guy was in here way to much hitting on Audrey all the time. "Hello, yes, Maggie, can you take them to their table?" Tara asked the slightly older waitress, who guided Bradly and his crew.

Weird, Tara had only seen three.

A few minutes later Gabe came walking up, looking a little flustered, "Hey. . .Um, I'm with the Larry Bradly. . ." he said, staring at her. She hadn't been looking up at him, but she knew his voice instantly, looking up in surprise, "Gabe!"

He chuckled, scratching his neck, "I- yeah." was all he said.

Tara's face went completely red. Why was she acting like a teenager, "Y-yes, o-of course, let me lead you to th-them!" she said, not meeting his eyes again, she walked towards him, "Over here." she said, as he followed behind her. She was so jumbled by his surprise visit, she nearly tumbled over one of her employees. "Oh, s-sorry. See, good grip. Why I hired you!" she joked with Franklin, who just gave her a smile and went on his way. She saw the amusement twinkle in Gabe's eye, though he was trying to hide his snicker by biting his lip. "Here we are." she said evenly, as she stood beside Bradly's table, "Sir." she added for effect.

Leaving, he took a hold of her arm lightly to stop her, "So, nice place. Love the name."

She nodded, feeling her entire arm grow warm at his touch. It felt so good, feeling him again, even just his fingers wrapped around her arm sent a shiver up her spine that Gavin could never give her. She missed this feeling, but managed to pull away of a guilty thought of Gavin seeing them, though Gavin never visited her restaurant anyway.

"I'll send a waiter over." She told them, "Our special today is the Italian pizza, Queen Margherita." she said, walking away as Gabe watched her leave.

A/N:

I am seriously happy I got this done in a normal-ish amount of time! Woo hoo!

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