Yes

Standing over me, satisfied, she adjusts her cock in her shorts, before turning her attention back to me. One hand moves, and a hard, firm smack! snaps my face to the side. My eyes flutter rapidly and I hiss in pain, looking up at Gabrielle, “Ow!”

“You blacked out, had to smack you to make you wake up,” she says, holding her hands out to me, and promptly yanking me to my feet when I put my hands in hers. “Seems like you're okay, now, though. Probably nothing to worry about, fag.”

“Oh, good,” I smile as she calls me a fag, “Well, I should ...”

“Hey, wait, faggot,” she stops me, motioning toward her house, “Why don't you come over, have some cookies and milk, we can hang out for a little while, at least. I'm home alone right now. It's boring. We could sit and chill for a couple hours.”

“Sure, sounds good to me!” I reply, and follow as Gabby leads me down the sidewalk and then across the cul-de-sac to her house. I guess she wants to reconnect, form a better and closer friendship, rather than letting Amy be my only best friend.

It's a pleasant couple hours, at the minimum, before I have to get going. The twins will already be out by now, but there'll be someone home, but whether it's mom or dad, I have no way to know, until I get home. Either way, I stand up, stretching.

“Well, it's been nice reconnecting with you, Gabby,” I say, and Gabby nods, walking me to the front door.

“Thanks for hanging out. Someone should be home soon, so I won't have to linger around with nobody to talk to for long,” she says, and I nod. I head to the end of the sidewalk, wave to her, and then head home. It's been a pretty nice day, so far.