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Alright all done! Happy birthday, here's your ficlet with miscommunication, fake dating, and general dorkiness!
"What do you mean you never told your family we aren't actually together?" Sam asked incredulously.
"I never got around to it." Gabriel replied. "Besides it doesn't matter now."
"It doesn't…" Sam took a deep breath. "Gabriel. Your family thinks we've been dating for over a year."
"Yeah so?"
"Gabriel."
"Look." Gabriel sighed this time and turned in his seat to look at Sam better. "What happened happened. We can't change that. Besides, I need a date for this wedding. And you owe me a favor."
Sam was quiet for a moment, giving it some thought.
"Fine."
That's how they ended up at another wedding for the cousin of Gabriel's cousin's cousin with everyone asking when they were getting engaged. After the third time, it got tired, and partway through the father-daughter dance, Gabriel disappeared to raid the last of the cake. Sam was asked, again, when they were getting engaged. He glanced over to Gabriel who was leaning over the table, stuffing pieces of cake in his mouth and looked back at the hopeful inlaw.
Sam mustered up the biggest smile he could this time and said,
"Oh! We already are!"
The look on Gabriel's face was perfect. His eyes became the size of saucers, and his jaw hung open causing bits of cake to fall out.
Before he knew what he was doing, Sam was giving details about the fictional wedding. Gabriel's relatives lapped it up, and Gabriel had to pull Sam away from them.
"Dude!" Gabriel exclaimed.
"What?"
"Why did you…"
"Well we've been dating for over a year. It was about time we got married." Sam said.
Gabriel stared at him for a moment.
"Oh so that's what we're doing." He replied.
"Seems like."
Gabriel suddenly made a dive for him, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a deep kiss. There were "ooo"s and "aaah"s from a few people around him, and when Gabriel pulled away, he had a satisfied look on his face.
"That was…" Sam said.
"Yeah." Gabriel said, a bit breathless. "I... really wanted to do that."Â
"You did?" Sam asked.
"Well… yeah. Why do you think you're always my date to everything?"
Sam smiled a bit. "And you couldn't have done anything simpler like… tell me?"
"Oh, Sam-a-lam, when have I ever been simple?"
