Closed Greenhouse 1 A Triumph Of Love pv Gabey

Clark was freezing, seeing that he was standing outside in his underwear- at least he didn't have to wait long anyways- as Clark heard someone call out towards him- calling him- love? What was this feeling? Butterflies fluttered in his stomach- giving him a feeling of nervousness in his stomach. He couldn't help it- as he walked over- a dumb look fit on his face.

Slowly, as he approached the boy- he noticed the height difference between him and The Knight. He stepped onto a rock next to him- and leaned in to kiss Gabriel, his Knight. Upon the completion of the kiss- the lingering for a second or two- Clark bolted off, carrying his rock to swing at the door- and the wall. To demolish the entrance.

But didn't swing the rock. He thought about Gabriel. And that stopped him in his tracks. What the hell did he just do? Did he just- kiss his love? What would Keith think about it? It's a shame sometimes to have two crushes... especially when you already had your first kiss- this would've only been Clark's second kiss.

He took a deep breath- then ran into the glass panels next to the door- shattering the bottom half of it- but getting his nose bloody on the top half of it. Blood smeared the window- and Clark wanted to tell his Knight to demolish that panel to destroy the evidence.

He laid on the ground, his back sore because of a small jaded rock residing beneath his ribcage. His eyes were a bit dazed, and his nose was as bloody as possible. But they need dragon dung.

No matter how much Clark hurt, he was determined to get the Dung and get the hell out of the way before McDonalds finds them. Even if it was only 3 in the morning.

His head rose, only to notice a sleeve was set under his nose to prevent more blood from rushing out while they were in the middle of their job. But Clark couldn't get up. He felt like his brain was burst into a million little pieces, and his skull was turned into dust. This had never happened before. Did the window somehow become double insulated since he last got detention from McDonalds?

Who the hell thought that was a good idea. But then again, the windows might not be double insulated, as Clark watched a rock fly through the blood smeared window with a ruthless grace.

Before Gabriel were to go inside, Clark yelled out after him. "NO HOSPITAL WING! THEY'LL TAKE AWAY OUR DRAGON DUNG! WE NEED TO K-" But clark couldn't finish his sentence. His head was throbbing.

Gabriel looked back at Clark after breaking the glass. Was he serious right now? What kind of..what kind of idiot thought about the dragon dung before his own injuries. He shook his head and stepped back away from the greenhouse. It was kind of obvious they'd made a ruckus; they were in for it anyways. With Clark yelling, they were sure not to get any of the dung anyways, Clark wouldn't get hurt all for nothing. It was obvious he was hurt severely, him yelling wasn't helping at all.

After a moment of thinking how to calm Clark down, Gabriel walked over to him and crouched down. He kissed him before he started yelling again. After a moment, he broke away and looked at him. "Will you shut up now? You're going to hurt yourself more, just leave it to me." He stood up straight again and continued to walk into the greenhouse. He knew he had minimal time before someone heard them, he had to get as much as he could as fast as possible.

He cussed under his breath quietly, this would have been a lot faster if nothing bad had happened. Clark knew exactly where it is, and they could get away unscathed.

He looked around for a minute, before smelling and spotting the famous dung. It was easily recognizable once you've seen it smeared all over the walls. He shoved as much as he could into his pockets, still keeping an eye on Clark every second or so. Once his pockets were full but not easy to see in the dark, he walked towards the exit of the greenhouse, giving a thumbs up to Clark.