"You're my every thought. I couldn't get you out of my head if I tried... don't you get that?"
"But can I count on you to never let me forget?"
• sequel to "have it all" by sircalyum • book 2
// smut included //
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hello !!! this is the gabe chapter !!! there is a very small amount of luke so u get a photo instead of a gif <3
SUNDAY EVENING. "I could've driven to yours, you know." I looked over at Gabe with my eyebrows furrowed—he was sitting in my passenger seat. It had taken at least thirty minutes for my parents to stop talking to me and let us go.
"Gabe—you got your license over four months ago and you've driven by yourself maybe two or three times. You hate driving," I reminded my younger brother.
"Well, yeah," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "but that doesn't mean I shouldn't start driving around."
"You're telling me you would've wanted to drive to my place?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow as I continued to look over at him.
"I wouldn't have wanted to," Gabe said, shaking his head. "But I would've braved it." My eyes rolled as I let out an amused laugh; I finally started to back out of the driveway. "How have you been? I noticed you dodged every single question Mom had about recent goings-on?"
"It's hard to cleanse yourself of negativity when it's all anyone wants to talk about," I told Gabe, choosing to not answer his question.
"Joey, I'm about to rant to you about how I've been questioning my sexuality for the last four years and haven't bothered to tell anyone—don't you think you could at least give me an honest update?" I bit my lip gently before glancing over at Gabe.
"I'm feeling pretty shitty," I told Gabe, deciding to be honest. "I feel suffocated by the false assumptions coming from complete strangers and I feel like I've been literally stabbed in the back... even though it was only figuratively." I gripped my steering wheel tighter as Vince popped into my head. "I haven't exactly told Mom everything."
"What haven't you told her?" Gabe asked, seeming confused.
"Vince—the guy in those pictures—he's behind all of it," I told Gabe without hesitation. "He's been writing articles about Luke and me since this summer."
"Wait—your friend Vince?"
"I wouldn't really call him a friend, but yeah," I confirmed with a nod.
"Jo, that's so fucked." I sighed just before glancing over at Gabe—it was clear he was upset, but he still looked confused. "Why would he do that?"
"The best excuse he could give me was money," I said through a cheap laugh.
"Seems he messed with the wrong Culley," Gabe noted, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're telling me he wrote those articles... and set you up for those photos to be taken?"
"It would seem so—but that's enough about that, okay? Today is not about me," I told him, shaking my head as I came to a stop at a red light. "I'm really sorry I couldn't make time for you sooner, I feel horrible—"
