Different...

Gabriel shook his head and left the room, lying on the couch.

Misery was laying flat on the floor in front of the couch, his limbs in every direction, trying to throw a piece of pop corn into his mouth from a bowl full of the cheesy nibblets.

"You are... something" He groaned, shaking his head at the boy as he sat down and stole a handful of popcorn.

"I am still hungry and adorable as I eat away the groceries!" He chuckled, picking up a large bundle of money and sitting it in Gabriel's lap.
"Told ya."

"Nice." Gabriel nodded appreciateively, quickly counting it.

100,000 just as the small boy had promised he would bring home in that night.
"Yeah, you so owe me"

"Don't get your hopes up." he smirked, pocketing the money.

"Yeah...I doubt ill get paid back..." He shrugged, he had worked hard to help Gabriel though, not just for Angel...Because he thought of Gabriel as a friend...

"Probably not but thanks anyway.." He cracked his neck.

"Welcome..." The small boy answered, sitting up with his wild untamed hair sticking around in every direction.
"Oh, and that Gabriel guy, I think he is dying."

"What? Shit. Is he bleeding and shit?" He frowned.

"Eh, bleeding, twitching, crying a bit." He shrugged lightly. "I havent been in there since last time and last time he was doing all three."

"Damn. Don't bleed on my bed." He whined and stood, walking off to the guestroom and peeking in. "How ya feeling sicky?"

Gabriel was curled up in a small ball, shaking violently, sobbing hard but quiet, and bleeding from his nose and mouth, coughing up the ruby red liquid with every sob.

Gabriel walked out and returned a few minutes later with plastic gloves on. He bent down beside the boy, caressing his cheek.
"Its alright Gabe..." He whispered.

Gabriel's lips trembled, his pink puffy eyes on his friend.
"G-Gabriel....C-Call Calvin...l-let him know why i-im not home. I-I dont want him to g-get mad...I should h-have been home like a da-day ago b-but I-I couldnt a-and yopu were go-gone and there w-was no phone to call h-him..." The boy choked on a mouthful of the bitter liquid.

"Alright hun..." He ran a gloved hand through the boys hair before stepping out of the room and grabbing his phone.
"Hello?"
"It's Gabriel."
"Johnson?"
"Nice to talk to you too." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah well Gabe's over here. He asked me to let you know. He ain't feeling too well. Ain't up to walking back home. He's all bloody so I can't carry him and neither can you. So... yeah."
"Alright."
"No."
"No."
"Shut the hell up, crazy."
"Bye."
"Love you too." He said sarcastically and hung up. he walked back in to Gabe.

Gabriel was dying....He hated dying alone...without Calvin there to hold his hand....Calvin was always the first thing he saw when he got back up...
The boy gave a bloody smile to Gabriel, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, just smearing the blood further.
"What d-did he say?"

"He said to tell you he loves you. Steven loves you too. He asked if I touched you and I said no. He asked AGAIN and I said no. Said some shit about not being a dumbass and letting too much of your blood touch me and some other stuff but I tend to ignore him." He winked "So... you gonna die on me?" He sighed with a frown.

Gabriel nodded slowly, curling up tighter.
"Mhmm...and in a while when I die I wont come back so...The world will be a better place." He winked at his friend, he tried not to be too serious with Gabriel around.

"You just have to go and make me cry don't ya? I'm such a pussy these days." He smirked, stroking his hair gently.

"Awww Gabriel, dont you cry over me, im not worth it." He sighed softly, reaching for the large mans hands.

"If you die and don't come back I'm gonna. Damn your sickly ass." He joked lightly. But it wasn't funny. Not at all.

"I know babe....if I wasnt bleeding like this I would want to cuddle." He sighed, blood pouring from his nose as he covered himself up.

"I'm tempted to go get one of those face masks and wear a trashbag so I can cuddle." He chuckled.