STFU, brain.

I look over at that human girl, Meggie, I think her name is. Something like that. She's got this new dress on, and she's talking to an older guy, all animated and happy looking. That's got to be an even bigger age gap, but they're getting on alright. And we all know that the look he's giving her is entirely unprofessional. He's her teacher, right? I think that's right anyways. I never really talked to her. Too busy trying not to smell her. Stupid vampiric curse.

As I'm looking at those two, I realise I'm trying to distract myself from Gabby. She's so vague, it's infuriating. I turn my gaze back to the passing scenery out of the window next to me, and I watch the fairy sitting comfortably on the top of the chair now, though she's still clinging to the material, suggesting she's not quite as comfy as she looks.

‘Look, you don't need a chair for her.' I say, glancing at Gabby. She looks at the fairy too.

‘But maybe she would like one.' So I look back at the fairy and hold out a hand for her to climb onto. She gets up and jumps onto my palm, and I pass her over to Gabby.

‘You ask, you seem to be pals with her.' I mumble, looking back out of the window.

‘Okay,' she says and then grumbles under her breath, ‘not friends with the stupid fairy thing.' She listens to the fairy anyways, and then looks at me, ‘she's angry.' She mutters, putting the fairy back where she was before. ‘She doesn't want a chair.'

‘Why's she so angry?' I ask.

‘Because she thinks it's patronising that we - I - should make a chair for her when she's been fine for hundreds of years. And because I called her a stupid fairy thing' Gabby mutters sullenly.

‘Ah,' I look at her and smile. ‘I didn't know it was insulting for a fairy to be called a fairy. And being called stupid isn't so bad.' I laugh a little.

‘Humph,' Gabby grunts and I grin, ruffling her messy hair a little, tangling my fingers in the red locks for a moment. She ducks and slaps my hand away, but I see a tiny hint of a smile as she moves.

‘You love it really.' I tell her.

‘Huh. Yeah right,' she disagrees, but a blush rises in her cheeks and I laugh.

‘You don't fool me, Gabby. You love it.'

‘Shut up!' she whines. I poke her in the shoulder and sit back, smiling. When she looks at me, I mime zipping my mouth shut.

‘Uh. You're so immature,' she says rolling her eyes. I nod, my grin unfading. I don't know why I'm grinning. It stops me thinking though, so I keep doing it. Gabby on the other hand, crosses her arms and goes into a huff. And so the smile fades from my lips.

‘Christ, cheer up,' I say, resisting the urge to poke her again.

‘You're really annoying.' She grumbles. I pull a puppy face at her.

‘I'm sorry. Forgive me?' she glares. I guess not. I sigh and suddenly she speaks again: ‘Okay! You're forgiven.' I laugh.

‘Good. Although I may have to work on the puppy eyes. They should work immediately.'

‘They did,' she admits, ‘I just tried not to show it.' I flash her a crooked smile and once again find myself looking out of the window, the recently constant thought in my mind age gap age gap age gap. I wish I could make my brain stfu sometimes.

The End

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