A Rapid Succession Of Accidents

 came home to find Gabriel filling out forms. He wrote in cursive, a loopy version that was very feminine. It was nice to read, mostly because I wrote with a similar font. He smiled at me, and he hugged me for a small moment. 

“I want to go to Novak Institute,” I said softly. 

“I was just filling out the papers,” he smiled and looked at me, “you're such a beautiful baby.” 

“Huh?” I looked at him, cocking my head. 

“You have such beautiful eyes and hair. You could be a model,” he touched my shoulder, “perhaps I could try giving you something to channel your beauty into something constructive. Modeling is a great example of putting your energy into something your body naturally has.”

I thought for a moment, “I think I'm okay without that stuff.”

“Up to you sweetie,” he went back to paperwork. 

I went to my room and checked around the stuff Gabriel bought for me. Flannel littered my floor by the time I was done trying things on. I was quite literally able to paint with all the colors of the plaid. 

The rough flannel felt good on my skin. It was very comforting, reminding me of homemade quits at home. The jeans purchased in contrast were soft and a bit tight on my legs. Gabriel bought me a rainbow of colored leather boots and hoodies. To top it all off, I gladly accepted a one strapped black book bag. 

Inside my back was a set of gel pens, a couple of composition notebooks, a packet of loose leaf paper, and a folder. I found a silver sharpie and started putting my name on each notebook, each item, even my book bag. Maybe my paranoia was a good thing.

“Cesario, doll, come on and get your tail in here! Dinner!” Gabriel hollered from the living room. 

“I'm coming, Mama!” I darted from my room to the kitchen. 

My mouth began watering as soon as the smell of rosemary, garlic, potatoes, olive oil, and chicken all together hit my nose. I sat at the island, and Gabriel handed me a plate. I dug in immediately, taking the food in quickly. There was enough food on my plate for three people, and he clearly was trying to make sure I ate enough. Someone must've told him of my high metabolism.

“Oh, my wings, this is the s**t,” I said, talking around my food.

“I'm glad. I got the recipe from a website,” he smiled at me before having a bite himself, “I honestly don't cook much. Take out, TV dinners, fast food, I'm used to that stuff. Once I'd heard how close it would be for you coming to visit, I'd decided to take some cooking classes. I learned pretty quick, and now I see cooking as one of my passions.” 

“This would make Dad melt. He's told me that he's willing to drop his jeans for a good meal,” I stated, not thinking.

Gabriel's eyes got misty, and I realized my mistake. I apologized out of fear and worry. Boy, I was stupid. He accepted my apology and hugged me. 

We finished eating, and I took a quick shower. I put on my oversized sweatshirt and my boxers. I dried off and climbed into bed. I turned all the lights off. 

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About three in the morning, I woke to soft noises in the room next door. I yawned. I slowly made my way to the kitchen. I heard the soft noises in Gabriel’s room. I cracked the door.

Dad had his back to me, sitting up on the mattress. His hair was messed up, and he was kissing Gabriel, supporting messed up hair as well. It looked like something of a romantic movie. It was gentle, pure, and kind. 

“Luka!” Gabriel spotted me in the doorway of the room. 

They quickly separated, covering themselves with blankets. My mother had a ring of hickeys around his throat, and Dad seemed pretty with lip gloss stains all over his face and throat. I didn’t know whether to run or just stand there. I got nervous. 

“Cesario, um, your mom and I were just…” Dad attempted to explain, and he gave Gabriel a look.

“Wrestling!” Gabriel blurted out, “just play fighting, sweetie.”

“With your mouths?” I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“Alright, fine. You caught us,” Dad looked at the sheets, a sad look on his face, “we really need to install a lock on that door. Otherwise, I’m never gonna get laid.”

“Oh, shush, you pop tart,” Gabriel got up and dressed himself, putting on Dad’s favorite long sleeved shirt. 

“That’s mine,” Dad chirped, a little muffed Gabriel took his shirt. 

Gabriel gave him the cutest look ever in time and said with a bit of sass, “it smells like you, and therefore it is an extension of you. I own you. And with that logic, this is my shirt. Suck it.”

“I just was,” Dad smirked a bit, this whole situation entertaining him a good amount.

“And yet none of you are dealing with the fact that your son just walked in on you two fornicating,” I said, standing akimbo in the doorway. 

“You're eighteen, you can handle it,” Dad stood up and stretched, his soft black scaled wings a very nice color in the half lit room. 

“So are you going to stay?” Gabriel and I asked in unison.

Dad looked between me and Gabriel, and he sighed, “I guess I’m gonna have to. I’ll call Thanos and get him to move my stuff to here, as well as get Joshua settled.”

There was a knock at the front door. I went and opened it. Michael stood there with roses and candy, as well as a box of condoms. It was clear his intentions. 

“Is your mom home, kiddo?” Michael smelled like alcohol. 

“Yeah, he and Dad just went to bed. What are you intentions with him?” I cocked my head, a playful smile on my face. 

“Well, I was gonna see if I could get laid but that’s not gonna happen. Why don’t you help a way too drunk angel to the couch?” he laughed a soft chuckle.

Reviews

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Life inside the house of these Angelic characters.

This chapter sets the foundation of life in this house, giving the reader a peek through the window and into the goings on in the home life of your main character.

You write dialogue very well, it seems to come easily to you. Now is the time to get the story moving and setting up the central theme and idea behind it. What happens with your protagonist?

Will keep following your story. Nice so far....

[Lonely Shadow]

Thanks a million!