"Gabe?"

"Yeah?"

"Put out that cigarette and look at me."

"Kay. . . "

"Gabe, I told you, no smoking in my dorm room."

"Why not? You don't have a roommate."

"Gabe, please."

Gabe laughed and put out his cigarette. Kay made a face at him. They were in Kay's dorm room, three weeks after Kay had run from the Book Café crying, and Gabe had sang to her on the dock. Kay was laying on the back sideways on her bed, her legs dangling over the side, her head propped up on a pillow against the wall, and Gabe was sitting on the floor, and poking at her legs.

"Some angel." She teased. Gabe made a face back, and had left his seat on the floor and was next to her on her bed in less then a second. Kay was able to yelp in surprise before Gabe pinned her to the bed and tickled her sides. Kay laughed and fought against him to get her hands free. She finally freed herself and tickled him back.

Gabe darted away from her, and grinned at her. Kay sat back up with a laugh.

"I've got a question for you."

"Shoot cutie."

"You told me that only messengers could visit earth, not angels. Then what are those stories about people seeing angels and stuff like that?"

"That's easy. They saw high level messenger pretending to be angels."

"Oh." She grinned at him. "Why aren't you a high level messenger again?"

"Because I don't want to be an angel."

"Why not? Angel's can fly and all that, can't they?"

Gabe stared at her. "Fly? I can fly!" Right there in her dorm room, Gabe shot upward into the air and hovered above her carpet. Kay stared at him with her jaw scraping the ground.

"How come you didn't tell me you could fly?!"

"It never came up."

"Well, that kind of thing NEVER comes up in normal conversation. . ." Kay trailed off and rolled her eyes. "What am I saying? WE'RE not normal. Why should I assume our conversations would be?"

She threw a pillow at him when Gabe smirked.

"Stop laughing at me."

"I'm not laughing at you."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

They were interrupted by a knock on Kay's door, followed by the door opening and a voice asking,

"Kay?"

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Miguel stood in the door, staring at Kay. She was laying on her back on the bed, while the man he recognized from the Book Café leaned against the wall, with a smirk on his face, holding a pillow in his hands. They were bickering with each other when Miguel opened the door to Kay's dorm room. Kay twisted her head around to see him.

"Hi Miguel. What's up?" She asked, distrust flaring in her huge blue eyes. Gabe folded his arms and smirked evilly as he leaned against the wall, a new, lit cigarette firmly in his mouth.

"Your mom wanted me to come and invite you to dinner at the house tonight. She says you haven't been home since you moved out."

"She's right." Kay said getting up. She held out her hands to Gabe, who gripped her wrists and pulled her up. "Yeah, I'll come. But I'm bringing a friend."

'Okay." Miguel said, warily. "See you there. About two hours, 'kay?"

"Fine." Kay said, crossing into the small dorms third room to the phone. She picked it up and dialed, waving goodbye to Miguel, who left and closed the door behind him.

"Hello?"

"Hi daddy!"

"Well, hey Kay."

"Listen, tell Mom I'm bringing a friend to dinner, okay?"

"Sure." Sam said.

"All right Dad. I'll see you soon." Kay hung up and sighed. Gabe suddenly had an realization and tried to sneak out the door. Kay stuck her head out of the kitchen.



"Hold it Gabe. Your supposed to be my friend, remember? So get rid of the gangster wear, put out the cigarette and quite sulking. Your going to dinner with me."

"Kay. . ."

"No buts Gabe."

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"Kay, I know your mom! She doesn't know me, but I had to watch you for a while before I could be your messenger! Your mom is just. . . weird. And freaky. And scary. And. . ." At this point, Kay put her hand over his mouth.

"I know you big dope. That's why I need you here. For moral support." Kay smiled at him and slipped her arm through his. They were on their way to Kay's house, Kay practically dragging a reluctant Gabe behind her. He had changed into some nice jeans and a black tee shirt that showed off his muscles, and had tied his long black hair, even though some still fell in his eyes. He also had a lit cigarette in his mouth. Kay was wearing a pair of stretch khaki pants and an army green quarter length sleeve top.

"And who's going to be MY moral support?" Gabe whine. "The lady makes tomato soup CAKE! That is not normal!"

"You're an angel. You can handle it."

"But I'm NOT an ANGEL." Gabe remaindered her. "I'm a MESSENGER."

"Your whining Gabe."

"No I'm not!"

"Now your pouting."

"POUTING! I don't POUT!" There was a heart beat of silence, then: "What is pouting anyway?" He asked. Kay laughed.

"Pouting is what men do when their upset and want someone to make them feel better, but don't want to say it."

"Oh." Gabe was silent, puffing on his cigarette. A few blocks from her house, Kay took it from him and threw it away.

"Hey!"

"No smoking in front of my mom."

"Ah man." Gabe moaned.

"Gabe, are you pouting?"

"No I'm. . . Yes I am! I am upset and I want a certain somebody to make me feel better!"

"You're a fast learner." Kay said.

"Where's the part where you make me feel better?"

"What do you want, for me to kiss your ego and make it feel better?"

"Yes." Gabe pouted.

Kay grinned and stood in front of him. She reached up and framed his face with her hands, then pulled him down to plant a chaste kiss on the left side of his mouth, then on the right side. Only when she went to kiss the right side, he shifted slightly and their lips meet in a silent explosion. They both gasped at the contact, and that was when their instincts took over.

Gabe cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his other arm wrapping tightly around her waist. Kay's hand moved down his neck to his chest, where she clutched his tee shirt in her hands. They battled for control, a fight neither one would win, yet would never concede. They finally pulled back and gasped for breath. Kay looked up at him and he looked down at her, his arm still trapping her against his chest.

"Wha. . . what was that?" Kay whispered.

"No idea." Gabe whispered back.

"Well, " Kay said with a smile dancing on her lips. "Whatever it was, I liked it."

"Yeah," Gabe said with a devilish grin, "me too."

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AN: Shorter than the first one, I know. But, hit right there, and just had to stop. Next chapter, how are Gabe and Kay going to get through dinner with Miguel shooting death glares at Gabe, Kay's parents ignoring each other, Charity and Jessica glaring at Kay, and when the only thing Kay and Gabe can think about is the kiss? And, I might have a part where Gabe takes Kay flying. Tell me what you think. If I get some votes for that, I'll put it in.