= = = (*Good Friends Are Hard To Find*) = = =
Dinah waited out side the Clock-Tower for Gabby. After a few minutes, her cab pulled up, and the blonde got out. She paid the driver, and walked briskly over to where her friend stood waiting by the entrance. After a few quick hellos, Dinah led Gabby inside and towards the Elevator.
"So what's up, you sounded kinda upset on the phone?" Gabby asked as they stepped into the booth. "The thing with Bryan being suspended getting you down? You liked him, right?" Dinah shook her head, smiling. The truth was she hadn't, but when Gabby had once asked her who she had a crush on she'd said the name of the next boy walking down the hall-way . . . which had happen to be Bryan.
"No, that's not it." She said looking down at her shuffling feet, "It's more of a Family thing." Dinah reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bandana. "I'm gonna have to ask you to wear this." Gabby looked at her like she was crazy.
"You're kidding, right? Not only is it a fashion No, but it also doesn't match a thing I have on." Dinah laughed and held it out to her.
"Not on your head, over your eyes." Gabby looked at her with surprise and a fake leer.
"Why Dinah, we haven't even dated yet!" Both girls burst out laughing. Dinah walked over and began to tie the scarf around Gabby's eyes. "What's this for? Not want me to see you're room?"
"No, the person I live with has a very private life-style and would like to keep it that way. We can take it off once we reach my room, but until then . . ." Gabby sighed.
"This couldn't have waited until the front door?" she asked thinking this was all just a little weird.
"Nope." She said, waving a hand in front of the girl's face to make sure she really couldn't see. She couldn't.
"Why not?" she asked, waving a hand in front of her own face.
"There isn't one. We live in the penthouse behind the clock-face." Gabby's jaw almost dropped down to the basement.
"What?! Who do you live with, Bruce Wane?!" Dinah held in a laughed, and was glad that the other girl couldn't see her blushing just then.
"You have no idea . . ." Dinah said more to her self that the other girl. After a few seconds silence, Gabby spoke.
"When we get inside your room, you're gonna explain the whole needing me to come over thing, right?" Dinah nodded. "Was that a yes? I can't see . . ." Dinah told that it was a yes, and stood in front of the doors as they opened. "You're not gonna let me walk into things are you?"
"Nope." Dinah said, walking out into the living area. "Oh, actually - " Dinah walked over and un-tied the bandana from the other girl's head. " - looks like we won't need this." All around the Dalphi monitors and Barbara's work area where large Japanese screens. She could see shadows moving behind them, and knew that Oracle was hard at work.
"Wow . . ." Gabby said, walking over to the clock-window and pressing her hands against it, a look of total aw on her face. "Why didn't you tell me you lived with a Fortion 500 stock-holder?"
"Because," Barbara said, rolling from behind the screens, a look of amusement on her face, "She doesn't." Gabby looked like she was going to have a heart-attack. "Hello Gabby."
"Hey Ms. Gordon." Gabby said giving a small nervious wave. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I live here." She said smiling. Gabby turned to Dinah quickly, a look of shock on her face.
"You live with her?" Dinah nodded, blushing slightly, "I thought you said that the person you lived with was supposed to be a secret?"
"I'm Dinah's foster parent while she's here in New Gothem. We don't want to tell students at the school, but the administration knows." Gabby nodded.
"But, what's with the cool pad? And the curtain? What's all that about?" she asked, looking between Dinah and Ms. Gordon. Barbara cleared her throat and continued.
"Inheritance. A friend left it to me after . . ." she looked away and then back at Gabby. "As for the screens, well, I do a lot of work for the city besides foster care, and most of it is revolving around classified information. When I heard you were coming over . . . I thought the screens would allow me to work uninterrupted." Gabby nodded. "You two going to study for Ms. Mitchell's History Exam?" Dinah nodded. Taking Gabby by the elbow, Dinah lead her up the ramp and towards her room.
"Why didn't you tell me you lived with Ms. Gordon?!" Gabby asked in a loud whisper that traveled down to Barbara's ears.
"Right, and have you make fun of me?" Dinah asked back, just as loud.
"I wouldn't have laughed! I think it's cool."
"Cool?" Dinah asked skeptically.
"Yeah, have you even *seen* my spelling? I wish I lived with an English professor!" Dinah laughed.
"What, you're mom doesn't tell you how to spell things?" Gabby snorted indignantly as she approached the girl's room.
"Are you kidding? She always just tells me 'Look it up in the Dictionary' . . . I mean, PLEASE! How can I look it up in the dictionary if I don't know how to spell it in the first place?!" both girls laughed as they entered Dinah's room. Sitting down on her bed, Dinah pulled out her books.
"You cleaned." Gabby stated. Dinah looked up.
"What?" Dinah asked, slightly confused.
"Your room, you cleaned it." She said, sitting down in the other girl's desk chair.
"Huh?" Dinah asked, feigning deafness.
"I can tell. No girl our age has a room this spotless, unless she's a neat-freak . . ." Gabby said holding in a laugh, "And I've seen your locker, so you *must* have cleaned." Dinah's jaw dropped dramatically as she tossed her pillow at the Blonde, who caught it. "Take it easy! We'll play later, study now." Gabby got her books out and opened their History Text.
"Are we going to have to know the Spanish American War?" Dinah asked, looking nervous. Gabby nodded. " Then maybe we should start with that -"
"But that's what we've been learning all week." Gabby said quickly, a note of questioning in her voice, "Shouldn't we work on the old stuff first?"
"I was kinda spaced out all week . . . Humor me and quiz me on the dates for the Cuban rebellion?" Dinah asked in a slightly pleading tone. Gabby nodded, and they were off. Dinah was glad, though her guesses were almost all wrong. {At least she's not asking me about the stuff with Helena . . .} she thought.
= = = (*Asking Questions, & Testing Theories*) = = =
"Okay, What took place on July 1st 1989?" Gabby asked slowly. Dinah's guesses were getting worse and worse. They had started out just fine, then they seemed to take a slide downward after the first two hours.
"Um, They took the city of Santiago without force?" Dinah guessed with a yawn. Gabby gave her a look like she was nuts. "What?" she asked defensively.
"The Battle Of San Juan Hill!" That's the only really huge famous thing in this whole war!" Gabby laughed. "Remember, with Teddy Roosevelt charging up the hill and all that garble? You had it about an hour ago." Dinah nodded, and looked out the window for what had to be the 1000th time. "Okay, that's it, Break time. You need to let your brain rest, then maybe this stuff will stick a little better." Gabby moved to get up, but Dinah stopped her.
"No! Please, just a little longer?" Dinah was actually pleading. Gabby eyed her suspiciously, and sat down on the end of Dinah's bed.
"What's up? Why are you avoiding whatever's bothering you like the plague?" Dinah sighed, grimacing slightly.
"It's just a very painful subject." She said quietly, not looking Gabby in the face.
"What then? Is it Bryan? You can tell me if it is, it's not like I won't understand because he's a guy." Dinah actually laughed at that, taking a pillow into her lap.
"No, Gab, it's not that. It's just kinda fresh in my mind, and I need some time to process it." The blonde nodded, and sat Indian-style at the foot of the bed. "Hey, by the way, how are things with Gina?" Gabby blushed slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
"Great - "
"That's great!" Dinah interrupted, happy that they were no longer talking about her.
"But!" Gabby said ominously, "Straight as ever." Dinah sighed and patted her friend on the back. "She's really great though. She's funny, and nice, and we love the same kind of music . . ." Gabby sighed, and looked at the comforter covering the bed.
"Well, maybe you'll change her mind on a few things. Any girl would be lucky to have you." Gabby smiled, and looked up at Dinah.
"Ha! I wish! People don't just suddenly start liking girls because they met someone different." Dinah blushed deeply, and Gabby noticed it. How could she not? It made Dinah look like a blonde tomato. "Dinah, what's with the pink cheeks?" Gabby asked slowly, almost as though afraid of the answer she might receive. "Is my talking about this making you uncomfortable?"
"No!" Dinah interrupted, "No, not at all. Really, it's just . . . I'm kinda . . . Confused right now. There's this thing - "
"Yeah." Gabby said, almost too eagerly, dying to know what had Dinah acting weird all day. Dinah took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Okay, Gabby? There's something I have to tell you . . . promise you won't freak out?" Gabby nodded. "I never liked Bryan." Gabby's face went slack. {That's her big secret?} She thought, {That's what has her all wiggy?}. "In fact . . . I'm kind of already in love with someone." Dinah said the last part so fast it took Gabby a second to figure out what she said.
"Soooooooo?" Gabby said, waiting for the rest of it.
"It's a girl . . ." Dinah said the last part, leaning back slightly. Gabby's eyes bugged out a bit at the last part.
" . . . It's not me is it?" she asked quickly. Now it was Dinah's eyes that resembled dinner plates.
"What?! No! No no no, not at all, no." Dinah said quickly.
"Why not?" Gabby asked playfully. Dinah swatted her with the pillow, and laughed.
"Hello! I told you! In love . . . I think . . . or possible out of love." She said the last part with a frown. "I kinda think she hates me now." Gabby frowned, and moved to sit next to Dinah, wrapping an arm around her friend.
"Aw sweety . . . Why didn't you tell me you were Gay?" Dinah turned to face her quickly.
"That's all you have to say?" Dinah asked, laughing.
"Well, for now, Yeah!" she laughed back, "I was SO scared to tell you, and here you were drooling after a girl your self . . . Gerrrr." She ruffled her hair affectionately, and they both giggled.
"I'm sorry!" she said, swatting the hand away, "I was just as scared as you! Besides . . . I've never liked a girl before her, and she's . . . well . . ." Dinah sighed, and looked out the window again, "She's something special." Gabby smiled and shook her head looking at her friend.
"You must be in Love..." Gabby said, holding in a laugh, "I can't remember the last time I heard that many clichés come out of a girl." Gabby got another swat with the pillow.
"Thanks for the support." Dinah droned.
"What's her name?" Gabby asked, finally getting around to the important stuff. Dinah blushed, and grimaced slightly.
"Helena." She stated hesitantly.
"What's with the face? I like that name, in fact it was my grandmother's."
"Nothing's wrong with it . . . except I think she's never going to talk to me again." Gabby patted her back reassuringly.
"Why? Is she homophobic? Is she one of those Uber-Christians that, like, bombs abortion clinics?" Dinah looked at her friend like she was nuts, but Gabby just shrugged it off.
"No, she's just . . . well . . ." Dinah stopped to think for a second. {What am I supposed to tell her? I can't tell her about the mind-control thing, or the fact that she saved my life by dropping out of the sky and kicking the crap out of some guy who was attacking me . . .} "She's Twenty- Three-years-old." The other blonde's eye bugged out, and her jaw actually dropped.
"Wow . . . you like your women old!" Gabby teased. Dinah gave her a look like 'thanks for the support', and sighed. With a devious glint in her eye, Gabby continued. "So, what's she like?"
"Well, she's a bartender. She has GREAT clothes that she lets me wear . . . if she doesn't catch me wearing them, though she has offered to help me with my wardrobe." Dinah got the far-away look in her eye again, and smiled though she didn't even know it. "She's just so . . . Helena."
"How do you know her?" Gabby asked. That knocked Dinah back to reality. Thinking fast, she told a lie.
"Friend of Barbara's. My first night here, she found me near the bus station. Kinda lead me back here, and ever since then I've been living in the Clock Tower." Gabby nodded, and waited for the other blonde to finish her story. "They've been friends since Helena was young, family connections and all that . . . now we all kinda work together." Dinah accidentally let that last part slip.
"All three of you work at the Bar?" Gabby asked skeptically.
"No, I'm a minor."
"Then what?" Dinah was grasping at straws now.
"Gourmet baking." Gabby looked at her like she grew a third head (as if the second one wasn't weird enough). "You know, like, muffin tops and fudge and stuff. Barbara sells it on the internet and we all cook it. It's like a night job kind of a thing . . ." Gabby looked like she could barely hold in a laugh.
"Okay . . ."
"What?"
"I think Ms. Gordon is a work-aholic. She's a teacher, she's a foster mother, she does work with the city and their law-enforcement, and she even moonlights as a baker . . ." She couldn't hold the laughs in forever, and they came flooding out. Dinah couldn't help but laugh too. It did kinda seem that way. Not to mention the fact that Barbara would hardly ever eat if Alfred didn't show up everyday with food.
"I think you may be right . . . don't know how she finds time to spend with her boy-friend."
"But anyways!" Gabby said quickly, "Back to you and your lover-girl . . ." Gabby waited for Dinah to blush (it didn't take long). "Why do you think she'll never talk to you again? Did you tell her you liked her and she ran for the hills screaming?" Gabby's tone was dry, but had a sad base to it, almost as though perhaps something similar had happened to her.
"I kind of, well . . ." Dinah genuinely paused here. Had she kissed Helena, or was she the one who had been kissed. She remembered that it was Helena's lips that had connected with hers, but had she subconsciously forced her to do it? She didn't think so, but it was possible, right? "We kind of kissed." Gabby actually clapped, and smiled.
"Hey," Gabby said off the look Dinah was giving her, "At least you've gotten a kiss. Be luck for what you've got, ya know?" Dinah half smiled, and nodded.
"Yeah, but at least Gina doesn't hate you now."
"How do you know she hates you now, huh? Where's your proof?" Gabby asked skeptically.
"You know your Ran-for-the-hills Guess?" Gabby nodded, her smile leaving as she guessed what Dinah was getting at, "Well, lets just say; it wasn't that far off. Except instead of hills, it was an Elevator."
"Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you? And don't say it doesn't matter, because if she kissed you and ran off then it's her own insecurities that scared her . . ."
"Well that's just it, I don't really know who kissed who. I think she kissed me, but . . . well . . . I'm just not sure." Dinah sighed and looked out the window again.
"Then what are you worrying about?" Gabby asked, "If she kissed you, then there must have been a reason behind it. She must like you on some degree? You sound like your close, and even if the kiss wasn't initiated but *reciprocated* then at least you know there's interest on some level, right?" Dinah was a little dizzy after that last sentence, but she got the jist of it.
"But Gabby . . ." Dinah said slowly, "This is a huge step for me. I've never liked a Girl before. I'm not really attracted to any others. Does this make me Gay? The fact that I love ONE WOMAN, and that - " Dinah never got to finish her sentence. Gabby had leaned forward and otherwise preoccupied her lips for other uses. They were kissing, and this was not a peck on the cheek kind of kiss. NO, this was a Lets-See-What-Kind-Of- Tooth-Paste-You-Use kiss. Lips, tongues, and even hands became involved. But even so, it didn't last long. Gabby pulled back, leaving a dazed and more than slightly confused Dinah in her wake.
"Feel anything?" she asked her quietly, face still close to hers.
"No." she whispered honestly, not knowing what to do or think. Gabby smiled slightly.
"Me neither." She said, sitting back once again. "Guess we really are destined to be friends." She said, smiling. Dinah blushed, and pushed her hair behind her ears where some had fallen loose. "Helena's a lucky woman, she'll come a round." Dinah nodded sadly. "And if she doesn't I'll kick her ass 'til it's a brand new shape." Dinah bust out laughing at the thought of her friend even trying. The mere imagery of Gabby taking on The Huntress almost made Dinah fall to the floor with mirth.
"Well, here's hoping it doesn't come to that." Dinah said, calming down. Gabby picked up her History Text once again and opened it to the chapter they had been studying.
"Ready for me to quiz you again?" Gabby asked, all business again. Dinah nodded.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said, sitting against the head-board.
"Who was a better kisser, Me or Helena?" Gabby asked quickly. Her answer was a pillow to the face. "What? I'm quizzing you?! You have to answer it!" she laughed, tossing the pillow back.
They fought a little while longer, and they study for about another hour after that. Once the hours numbered 11 they decided that it was time to go to bed. They changed and got into bed. Dinah insisted that Gabby take her bed, but the girl would have nothing of it. Flat out refusing with a grin, and a threat about telling Ms. Menchels (the Home Ec. Teacher) about her fudge making, Gabby got the floor. As Dinah settled into sleep she had no idea that her night was only *just* beginning . . . . . she still had one more visitor left to see
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(To Be Continued . . . )
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([Author's Note: I hope you don't mind, but since there isn't a lot known about the character of Gabby I kind of made her my own (well, not in the leagle sense, she still belongs to The WB). What I mean is, there wasn't a lot to go on, so I made her a bit like myself, and A LOT like my best friend. I know that there's a lot of little useless crap in this chapter, but I though it made Dinah's a Gabby's friendship a little more REAL. Hope you liked it, and look out for the nest chapter: A VISIT TO THE NEST])
Dinah waited out side the Clock-Tower for Gabby. After a few minutes, her cab pulled up, and the blonde got out. She paid the driver, and walked briskly over to where her friend stood waiting by the entrance. After a few quick hellos, Dinah led Gabby inside and towards the Elevator.
"So what's up, you sounded kinda upset on the phone?" Gabby asked as they stepped into the booth. "The thing with Bryan being suspended getting you down? You liked him, right?" Dinah shook her head, smiling. The truth was she hadn't, but when Gabby had once asked her who she had a crush on she'd said the name of the next boy walking down the hall-way . . . which had happen to be Bryan.
"No, that's not it." She said looking down at her shuffling feet, "It's more of a Family thing." Dinah reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bandana. "I'm gonna have to ask you to wear this." Gabby looked at her like she was crazy.
"You're kidding, right? Not only is it a fashion No, but it also doesn't match a thing I have on." Dinah laughed and held it out to her.
"Not on your head, over your eyes." Gabby looked at her with surprise and a fake leer.
"Why Dinah, we haven't even dated yet!" Both girls burst out laughing. Dinah walked over and began to tie the scarf around Gabby's eyes. "What's this for? Not want me to see you're room?"
"No, the person I live with has a very private life-style and would like to keep it that way. We can take it off once we reach my room, but until then . . ." Gabby sighed.
"This couldn't have waited until the front door?" she asked thinking this was all just a little weird.
"Nope." She said, waving a hand in front of the girl's face to make sure she really couldn't see. She couldn't.
"Why not?" she asked, waving a hand in front of her own face.
"There isn't one. We live in the penthouse behind the clock-face." Gabby's jaw almost dropped down to the basement.
"What?! Who do you live with, Bruce Wane?!" Dinah held in a laughed, and was glad that the other girl couldn't see her blushing just then.
"You have no idea . . ." Dinah said more to her self that the other girl. After a few seconds silence, Gabby spoke.
"When we get inside your room, you're gonna explain the whole needing me to come over thing, right?" Dinah nodded. "Was that a yes? I can't see . . ." Dinah told that it was a yes, and stood in front of the doors as they opened. "You're not gonna let me walk into things are you?"
"Nope." Dinah said, walking out into the living area. "Oh, actually - " Dinah walked over and un-tied the bandana from the other girl's head. " - looks like we won't need this." All around the Dalphi monitors and Barbara's work area where large Japanese screens. She could see shadows moving behind them, and knew that Oracle was hard at work.
"Wow . . ." Gabby said, walking over to the clock-window and pressing her hands against it, a look of total aw on her face. "Why didn't you tell me you lived with a Fortion 500 stock-holder?"
"Because," Barbara said, rolling from behind the screens, a look of amusement on her face, "She doesn't." Gabby looked like she was going to have a heart-attack. "Hello Gabby."
"Hey Ms. Gordon." Gabby said giving a small nervious wave. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I live here." She said smiling. Gabby turned to Dinah quickly, a look of shock on her face.
"You live with her?" Dinah nodded, blushing slightly, "I thought you said that the person you lived with was supposed to be a secret?"
"I'm Dinah's foster parent while she's here in New Gothem. We don't want to tell students at the school, but the administration knows." Gabby nodded.
"But, what's with the cool pad? And the curtain? What's all that about?" she asked, looking between Dinah and Ms. Gordon. Barbara cleared her throat and continued.
"Inheritance. A friend left it to me after . . ." she looked away and then back at Gabby. "As for the screens, well, I do a lot of work for the city besides foster care, and most of it is revolving around classified information. When I heard you were coming over . . . I thought the screens would allow me to work uninterrupted." Gabby nodded. "You two going to study for Ms. Mitchell's History Exam?" Dinah nodded. Taking Gabby by the elbow, Dinah lead her up the ramp and towards her room.
"Why didn't you tell me you lived with Ms. Gordon?!" Gabby asked in a loud whisper that traveled down to Barbara's ears.
"Right, and have you make fun of me?" Dinah asked back, just as loud.
"I wouldn't have laughed! I think it's cool."
"Cool?" Dinah asked skeptically.
"Yeah, have you even *seen* my spelling? I wish I lived with an English professor!" Dinah laughed.
"What, you're mom doesn't tell you how to spell things?" Gabby snorted indignantly as she approached the girl's room.
"Are you kidding? She always just tells me 'Look it up in the Dictionary' . . . I mean, PLEASE! How can I look it up in the dictionary if I don't know how to spell it in the first place?!" both girls laughed as they entered Dinah's room. Sitting down on her bed, Dinah pulled out her books.
"You cleaned." Gabby stated. Dinah looked up.
"What?" Dinah asked, slightly confused.
"Your room, you cleaned it." She said, sitting down in the other girl's desk chair.
"Huh?" Dinah asked, feigning deafness.
"I can tell. No girl our age has a room this spotless, unless she's a neat-freak . . ." Gabby said holding in a laugh, "And I've seen your locker, so you *must* have cleaned." Dinah's jaw dropped dramatically as she tossed her pillow at the Blonde, who caught it. "Take it easy! We'll play later, study now." Gabby got her books out and opened their History Text.
"Are we going to have to know the Spanish American War?" Dinah asked, looking nervous. Gabby nodded. " Then maybe we should start with that -"
"But that's what we've been learning all week." Gabby said quickly, a note of questioning in her voice, "Shouldn't we work on the old stuff first?"
"I was kinda spaced out all week . . . Humor me and quiz me on the dates for the Cuban rebellion?" Dinah asked in a slightly pleading tone. Gabby nodded, and they were off. Dinah was glad, though her guesses were almost all wrong. {At least she's not asking me about the stuff with Helena . . .} she thought.
= = = (*Asking Questions, & Testing Theories*) = = =
"Okay, What took place on July 1st 1989?" Gabby asked slowly. Dinah's guesses were getting worse and worse. They had started out just fine, then they seemed to take a slide downward after the first two hours.
"Um, They took the city of Santiago without force?" Dinah guessed with a yawn. Gabby gave her a look like she was nuts. "What?" she asked defensively.
"The Battle Of San Juan Hill!" That's the only really huge famous thing in this whole war!" Gabby laughed. "Remember, with Teddy Roosevelt charging up the hill and all that garble? You had it about an hour ago." Dinah nodded, and looked out the window for what had to be the 1000th time. "Okay, that's it, Break time. You need to let your brain rest, then maybe this stuff will stick a little better." Gabby moved to get up, but Dinah stopped her.
"No! Please, just a little longer?" Dinah was actually pleading. Gabby eyed her suspiciously, and sat down on the end of Dinah's bed.
"What's up? Why are you avoiding whatever's bothering you like the plague?" Dinah sighed, grimacing slightly.
"It's just a very painful subject." She said quietly, not looking Gabby in the face.
"What then? Is it Bryan? You can tell me if it is, it's not like I won't understand because he's a guy." Dinah actually laughed at that, taking a pillow into her lap.
"No, Gab, it's not that. It's just kinda fresh in my mind, and I need some time to process it." The blonde nodded, and sat Indian-style at the foot of the bed. "Hey, by the way, how are things with Gina?" Gabby blushed slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
"Great - "
"That's great!" Dinah interrupted, happy that they were no longer talking about her.
"But!" Gabby said ominously, "Straight as ever." Dinah sighed and patted her friend on the back. "She's really great though. She's funny, and nice, and we love the same kind of music . . ." Gabby sighed, and looked at the comforter covering the bed.
"Well, maybe you'll change her mind on a few things. Any girl would be lucky to have you." Gabby smiled, and looked up at Dinah.
"Ha! I wish! People don't just suddenly start liking girls because they met someone different." Dinah blushed deeply, and Gabby noticed it. How could she not? It made Dinah look like a blonde tomato. "Dinah, what's with the pink cheeks?" Gabby asked slowly, almost as though afraid of the answer she might receive. "Is my talking about this making you uncomfortable?"
"No!" Dinah interrupted, "No, not at all. Really, it's just . . . I'm kinda . . . Confused right now. There's this thing - "
"Yeah." Gabby said, almost too eagerly, dying to know what had Dinah acting weird all day. Dinah took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Okay, Gabby? There's something I have to tell you . . . promise you won't freak out?" Gabby nodded. "I never liked Bryan." Gabby's face went slack. {That's her big secret?} She thought, {That's what has her all wiggy?}. "In fact . . . I'm kind of already in love with someone." Dinah said the last part so fast it took Gabby a second to figure out what she said.
"Soooooooo?" Gabby said, waiting for the rest of it.
"It's a girl . . ." Dinah said the last part, leaning back slightly. Gabby's eyes bugged out a bit at the last part.
" . . . It's not me is it?" she asked quickly. Now it was Dinah's eyes that resembled dinner plates.
"What?! No! No no no, not at all, no." Dinah said quickly.
"Why not?" Gabby asked playfully. Dinah swatted her with the pillow, and laughed.
"Hello! I told you! In love . . . I think . . . or possible out of love." She said the last part with a frown. "I kinda think she hates me now." Gabby frowned, and moved to sit next to Dinah, wrapping an arm around her friend.
"Aw sweety . . . Why didn't you tell me you were Gay?" Dinah turned to face her quickly.
"That's all you have to say?" Dinah asked, laughing.
"Well, for now, Yeah!" she laughed back, "I was SO scared to tell you, and here you were drooling after a girl your self . . . Gerrrr." She ruffled her hair affectionately, and they both giggled.
"I'm sorry!" she said, swatting the hand away, "I was just as scared as you! Besides . . . I've never liked a girl before her, and she's . . . well . . ." Dinah sighed, and looked out the window again, "She's something special." Gabby smiled and shook her head looking at her friend.
"You must be in Love..." Gabby said, holding in a laugh, "I can't remember the last time I heard that many clichés come out of a girl." Gabby got another swat with the pillow.
"Thanks for the support." Dinah droned.
"What's her name?" Gabby asked, finally getting around to the important stuff. Dinah blushed, and grimaced slightly.
"Helena." She stated hesitantly.
"What's with the face? I like that name, in fact it was my grandmother's."
"Nothing's wrong with it . . . except I think she's never going to talk to me again." Gabby patted her back reassuringly.
"Why? Is she homophobic? Is she one of those Uber-Christians that, like, bombs abortion clinics?" Dinah looked at her friend like she was nuts, but Gabby just shrugged it off.
"No, she's just . . . well . . ." Dinah stopped to think for a second. {What am I supposed to tell her? I can't tell her about the mind-control thing, or the fact that she saved my life by dropping out of the sky and kicking the crap out of some guy who was attacking me . . .} "She's Twenty- Three-years-old." The other blonde's eye bugged out, and her jaw actually dropped.
"Wow . . . you like your women old!" Gabby teased. Dinah gave her a look like 'thanks for the support', and sighed. With a devious glint in her eye, Gabby continued. "So, what's she like?"
"Well, she's a bartender. She has GREAT clothes that she lets me wear . . . if she doesn't catch me wearing them, though she has offered to help me with my wardrobe." Dinah got the far-away look in her eye again, and smiled though she didn't even know it. "She's just so . . . Helena."
"How do you know her?" Gabby asked. That knocked Dinah back to reality. Thinking fast, she told a lie.
"Friend of Barbara's. My first night here, she found me near the bus station. Kinda lead me back here, and ever since then I've been living in the Clock Tower." Gabby nodded, and waited for the other blonde to finish her story. "They've been friends since Helena was young, family connections and all that . . . now we all kinda work together." Dinah accidentally let that last part slip.
"All three of you work at the Bar?" Gabby asked skeptically.
"No, I'm a minor."
"Then what?" Dinah was grasping at straws now.
"Gourmet baking." Gabby looked at her like she grew a third head (as if the second one wasn't weird enough). "You know, like, muffin tops and fudge and stuff. Barbara sells it on the internet and we all cook it. It's like a night job kind of a thing . . ." Gabby looked like she could barely hold in a laugh.
"Okay . . ."
"What?"
"I think Ms. Gordon is a work-aholic. She's a teacher, she's a foster mother, she does work with the city and their law-enforcement, and she even moonlights as a baker . . ." She couldn't hold the laughs in forever, and they came flooding out. Dinah couldn't help but laugh too. It did kinda seem that way. Not to mention the fact that Barbara would hardly ever eat if Alfred didn't show up everyday with food.
"I think you may be right . . . don't know how she finds time to spend with her boy-friend."
"But anyways!" Gabby said quickly, "Back to you and your lover-girl . . ." Gabby waited for Dinah to blush (it didn't take long). "Why do you think she'll never talk to you again? Did you tell her you liked her and she ran for the hills screaming?" Gabby's tone was dry, but had a sad base to it, almost as though perhaps something similar had happened to her.
"I kind of, well . . ." Dinah genuinely paused here. Had she kissed Helena, or was she the one who had been kissed. She remembered that it was Helena's lips that had connected with hers, but had she subconsciously forced her to do it? She didn't think so, but it was possible, right? "We kind of kissed." Gabby actually clapped, and smiled.
"Hey," Gabby said off the look Dinah was giving her, "At least you've gotten a kiss. Be luck for what you've got, ya know?" Dinah half smiled, and nodded.
"Yeah, but at least Gina doesn't hate you now."
"How do you know she hates you now, huh? Where's your proof?" Gabby asked skeptically.
"You know your Ran-for-the-hills Guess?" Gabby nodded, her smile leaving as she guessed what Dinah was getting at, "Well, lets just say; it wasn't that far off. Except instead of hills, it was an Elevator."
"Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you? And don't say it doesn't matter, because if she kissed you and ran off then it's her own insecurities that scared her . . ."
"Well that's just it, I don't really know who kissed who. I think she kissed me, but . . . well . . . I'm just not sure." Dinah sighed and looked out the window again.
"Then what are you worrying about?" Gabby asked, "If she kissed you, then there must have been a reason behind it. She must like you on some degree? You sound like your close, and even if the kiss wasn't initiated but *reciprocated* then at least you know there's interest on some level, right?" Dinah was a little dizzy after that last sentence, but she got the jist of it.
"But Gabby . . ." Dinah said slowly, "This is a huge step for me. I've never liked a Girl before. I'm not really attracted to any others. Does this make me Gay? The fact that I love ONE WOMAN, and that - " Dinah never got to finish her sentence. Gabby had leaned forward and otherwise preoccupied her lips for other uses. They were kissing, and this was not a peck on the cheek kind of kiss. NO, this was a Lets-See-What-Kind-Of- Tooth-Paste-You-Use kiss. Lips, tongues, and even hands became involved. But even so, it didn't last long. Gabby pulled back, leaving a dazed and more than slightly confused Dinah in her wake.
"Feel anything?" she asked her quietly, face still close to hers.
"No." she whispered honestly, not knowing what to do or think. Gabby smiled slightly.
"Me neither." She said, sitting back once again. "Guess we really are destined to be friends." She said, smiling. Dinah blushed, and pushed her hair behind her ears where some had fallen loose. "Helena's a lucky woman, she'll come a round." Dinah nodded sadly. "And if she doesn't I'll kick her ass 'til it's a brand new shape." Dinah bust out laughing at the thought of her friend even trying. The mere imagery of Gabby taking on The Huntress almost made Dinah fall to the floor with mirth.
"Well, here's hoping it doesn't come to that." Dinah said, calming down. Gabby picked up her History Text once again and opened it to the chapter they had been studying.
"Ready for me to quiz you again?" Gabby asked, all business again. Dinah nodded.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said, sitting against the head-board.
"Who was a better kisser, Me or Helena?" Gabby asked quickly. Her answer was a pillow to the face. "What? I'm quizzing you?! You have to answer it!" she laughed, tossing the pillow back.
They fought a little while longer, and they study for about another hour after that. Once the hours numbered 11 they decided that it was time to go to bed. They changed and got into bed. Dinah insisted that Gabby take her bed, but the girl would have nothing of it. Flat out refusing with a grin, and a threat about telling Ms. Menchels (the Home Ec. Teacher) about her fudge making, Gabby got the floor. As Dinah settled into sleep she had no idea that her night was only *just* beginning . . . . . she still had one more visitor left to see
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(To Be Continued . . . )
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([Author's Note: I hope you don't mind, but since there isn't a lot known about the character of Gabby I kind of made her my own (well, not in the leagle sense, she still belongs to The WB). What I mean is, there wasn't a lot to go on, so I made her a bit like myself, and A LOT like my best friend. I know that there's a lot of little useless crap in this chapter, but I though it made Dinah's a Gabby's friendship a little more REAL. Hope you liked it, and look out for the nest chapter: A VISIT TO THE NEST])