Fixing a rift.

Who: Gabe and Kavin
Where: MSHS
When: Before school

Gabe was sure that the day he was supposed to be bouncing into school was yesterday, but today was the first day that he'd driven himself to school. Not having to walk, or ride the bus, or having his mom take him made all the difference in the world, and he headed towards his locker with a grin on his face. Grabbing his books, he moved on, pausing when he saw Kavin at his own locker. He was in a good mood today, despite having a funeral to attend later, and he'd cooled down enough that he thought he could manage a civil conversation in public. "Hey, Kav," Gabe said, continuing towards Kavin's locker. "You got a sec?"

Kavin blinked and dropped his book on the floor when he heard Gabe's voice. God fucking idiot. Dropping shit? he thought to himself as he bent down to pick up the fallen book. "I'm not supposed to talk to you." he said simply. "I'd rather not get myself in hot water if I can help it." He didn't want to give Charlotte any excuses to out him. The last thing he needed to be doing was talking to Gabe, he knew, but he'd not approached him, Gabe had come up out of his own free will.

"Dude, chill," Gabe said with a little laugh, not completely knowing what had transpired between Charlotte and Kavin. He knew Charlotte was going to talk to him, but he didn't think that meant they weren't allowed to talk at all. "We can talk. No big deal. Just don't be an idiot," he said, which also meant a variety of things he couldn't say in the school halls. Don't threaten me. Don't call me names. Don't make me feel like a blood-thirsty monster. He had faith that Kavin could manage.

He nodded a little and stuffed his book into his bag, zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulder. Closing the door on his locker, he leaned back against it and looked at Gabe. "I really am sorry about everything." he told him. He could admit that he'd approached it in the most fucked up way possible. Sure he was trying to help but he was aware that the way he'd went about it was completely the wrong way. "I was trying too hard to help and everything came out like... fucked up and not like it shoulda. So yeah. Sorry."

Gabe thought about nodding and agreeing with Kavin, but that wouldn't do much to help. And it wouldn't make him a very good friend. "It's okay," he said, shifting his backpack higher on his uninjured shoulder. "I've just got a lot to deal with right now and... I kinda need some space to work through it." He couldn't explain to Kavin what it was like. He couldn't seem to explain it to anyone. His whole world had changed and he was just trying to keep up. "But I'll let you know if I need anything, alright?"

A lot to deal with. That was probably the biggest understatement of the century. What with Chrissy dying, the werewolf and now ghosts fucking off around the world, 'a lot to deal with' didn't even skim the surface. Kavin nodded. "I get it." he admitted. "And I know it's a lot. I'm not going to pretend I understand it... completely or whatever, because I don't. I'm not you. I don't know what you're going through. All I know is what I've seen. And I want to help. When you're ready for it, alright?" He brushed a hand through his hair, glad that this was going a lot better than he'd expected when he first heard the sound of Gabe's voice. "How are you holding up?" he questioned. "With all the stuff? And uh.. your birthday... I woulda called but, I didn't think you wanted to hear from me..."

"Alright," Gabe said with a nod. "At some point, I'll try and explain it, but not now. Or here." Because the time and place was important. He was well aware of how much everyone could hear or see at any time, more than ever. "Dude, I got a car!" Gabe said, cheering up at the mention of his birthday. His ride was definitely worth mentioning to Kavin. To any of his guy friends, actually. "A black ninety-four Mustang GT. Now I don't have to beg you guys to pick my ass up anymore." It didn't answer all the questions about how he was doing, but it was a much better topic of conversation in his opinion.

In Kavin's opinion as well. He was glad to be off the topic and onto something else and a car was definitely better than talking about werewolf shit and freaking out and complicated crap. Cars were easy. "Fuck yeah." he grinned. "Your mom?" he guessed. That was probably the best birthday present a guy could get. A car was most assuredly a mood booster, Kavin guessed. A little silver lining in the gray cloud that had become Gabe's life over the past few days.

"Yeah," Gabe grinned. "She must've talked to my dad, cause I actually know how to work on it, which is nice. Then if something goes wrong, I'm not left hooking her up to a computer or some shit." It seemed like the newer the model, the more complicated they became, and the less he could do to fix it himself. It might not be the newest car, but she drove good and she looked nice, and if he really wanted to race, then she'd put up a fight.

"Hell yes." he smiled. "Sounds awesome. At least you don't have to bum for rides, bet that's one less weight on your shoulders, right?" He didn't want the conversation to get dragged back to crap, but he had to ask a question. "Um... you're going to the funeral right?" he questioned. "It's this afternoon isn't it?" Kavin was going. He felt he needed to go, even if he hadn't of been on the best terms with Gabe before this conversation, he didn't want the guy to have to go it alone.

"Exactly," Gabe nodded. Not bumming rides was going to be awesome. It make him finally feel like an adult. And he could take girls on dates without borrowing his mom's car! That was definitely a winning point. "Yeah, after school," Gabe said, sobering up a bit. "I texted Kyle earlier and he's gonna be there. Wanna come keep me company?" This was one of those instances were he was counting on his guys to support him, the one last time they'd have to put up with Gabe and Chrissy.

Kavin nodded. "Can't let you deal with everything by yourself." he said with the tiniest smile. He felt wrong smiling at all. It wasn't the time to smile so he wiped it away and nodded again. "Course." he added. "Wouldn't let you face that shit by yourself even if you wanted me to. Stubborn, remember?"

"Thanks, man," Gabe said, honestly appreciating the gesture. He hated funerals, hated saying goodbye. He couldn't help but feel like they'd deserted him, even if they'd had no choice in the matter. He knew for a fact Chrissy would rather be standing beside the coffin in a black dress than in it. "So, I'm gonna run to class, but I'll see you later, okay?"

"Definitely." he agreed. He was glad that things were okay again. At least okay as the could be considering the circumstances. At least there was a little bit of light flickering at the end of the tunnel. Now if he could just remember which way lead towards that light.