I'm Not One For Love Songs o1

"Hey, Greta," said Gabe, smiling, as he walked over to the Hush Sounds tour bus.
Please, just kill me now, Greta contemplated. She also thought about turning around and going straight back inside, hiding in her bunk and not leaving until the tour was over. The more she thought about it, the more tempting the idea became. After all, her hand was still on the door handle. Then again, several other, equally unlikely scenarios had been running through her head since the first flirtatious word from Gabe Saportas mouth. Was it just her, or did it seem like she was the only one not instantly infatuated by him? It wasnt that he was anything horrible, she just wasnt interested. But he certainly made it hard to treat him as a friend. She got the feeling friend and girl didnt appear separately in a sentence for Gabe.
"Hi. How are you?" she said politely, reluctantly letting go of the door.
"Great, now." He said with a trademark grin. Here we go again. Greta rolled her eyes wearily at him.
"I'm really in a hurry... I need to meet Bob. For a, um, to discuss our set. Tonight. It's important." That was pathetic. But she smiled inwardly anyway. Anything to escape another awkward comment. One thing about tours: the busses all parked within walking distance of each other. Gabe's smile faded a little. "Well, I guess I'll see you later, then?" he smiled hopefully.
"Yeah, sure, Gabe," Greta forced a smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a flash of bright red. Hayley. What was she doing here? But when she looked properly, she was gone. "I better go. Bye!" she called, walking away as quickly as she could without looking like she was escaping a fate worse than death.
honey, honey, you are the death of me...

"He's at it again, Bob, what can I possibly do?" cried Hayley, almost in tears. And tears were not something Hayley Williams spent much of her time in. Bob placed a consoling arm around her shoulders.
"My dear girl, I've formulated a plan," Bob put on a fake English accent. Hayley stared at him. "I have an idea," he self-corrected. "If I can set you up with Gabe, and you set me up with Greta, then he won't have any time for her, and she won't be constantly bothered by that asshole, always chasing after her. He's not even good enough for her anyway." Bob ranted. Hayley sighed.
"A crafty, convoluted, ultimately completely ridiculous and futile plan? Another one?"
"Yes. Thats the general idea, yes."
"I'm in." she conceded, looking up with a cheeky glint in her eyes. Well, eye. The eye-patch obscured the other one a little.
"Refresh me, why are you being a pirate today?" Bob enquired, as though it was a day-to-day matter that required only the slightest amount of surprise.
"Today? Fun. Who knows when I'll get another eye-patch. It seemed as good a time as any for plundering and pillaging. Why, is there a problem, landlubber?"
"No no, pillage away. Dont let me stop you." Bob said with a grin. "This is the best thing about you."
"The eye-patch?"
"The sense of humour. But the eye-patch is good too. Anyway, I have to go, find Greta maybe, or kick Gabe by accident..." he pondered.
"Or, you know, do something vaguely related to music." Hayley suggested.
"Maybe, if I have time between all my other fun." He said, and winked. "See you later."
"See you!" Hayley said, feeling a great deal better, for no reason she could fathom. Maybe a life of piracy would be a good idea.

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