Hey guys! Do you know what this is? Guess. Okay, its the sequel to A Hollywood Romance! Yay. So, I told myself that I would start this story in January 2013, and I actually stuck to it, which is a big accomplishment for me because I procrastinate and I suck at sticking to resolutions. So, here you are! Enjoy.

"So guys, it is official. I am officially the world's worst wife." Gabriella said, sitting down in the tiny bistro that Sharpay had chosen for lunch. "I deserve the award for being such a crappy wife."

"What did you do?" Taylor asked. "Did you...cheat?" Her voice dropped down to a whisper.

Gabriella gasped, "Of course not! I'm offended that you would even suggest something so awful."

"Did you kill Troy?" Sharpay asked.

"No."

"Did you kill his mother?"

"That would make her the world's worst daughter-in-law."

"If you didn't cheat, and you didn't kill Troy, or his mom, you aren't the world's worst wife."

"Yeah, what did you do?"

Gabriella twisted her ring around on her finger. "Do you guys know what tomorrow is?"

"Yes, it is going to be January 17th."

Gabriella nodded, "You guys know what happened on January 17th last year?"

"You got married." Julia said. "Oh, your one year anniversary is tomorrow!" She clapped. "Yay, you made it a year. That's really good, because it is such a rarity to make it a year in this town."

"I don't have a gift for Troy."

Taylor looked at Gabriella, surprised. "You don't have a gift for him? Why not?"

"Time just slipped by. I was in New York for the last week, and its not like I forgot our anniversary. I just didn't get him a gift."

"He's probably having the guy from Cake Boss make you the world's largest cupcake." Sharpay said.

"Or buying you a year's supply of vodka."

"You make it seem like I'm a alcoholic. I don't drink that much."

"But when you do, you get hammered."

Gabriella groaned, "We are not here to discuss my alcohol consumption. What am I going to give Troy tomorrow?"

Sharpay smiled, "When he comes home, meet him at the door wearing nothing but a pair of Jimmy Choos."

Taylor laughed, "Jimmy Choos?"

"Or YSL." Sharpay shrugged. "Whatever shoes make your legs look lean and long."

"I'm 5"11. Having long legs isn't a worry of mine."

"Okay, well longer."

"Sharpay, she should get him something better."

"I think it's a good idea."

"She can be naked the other 364 days of the year." Julia pointed out. "She needs to do something special."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here." Gabriella said. "I need ideas."

"Get him a pair of shoes."

"Get him golf clubs!"

Gabriella nodded, "That is a really good idea. I'll keep that in mind, Tay."

"Keep my idea in mind too." Sharpay ordered. "It's absolutely fool-proof."

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "I'll keep it in mind, too."

"You should go with the golf clubs." Lola said. "Troy loves golf."

Gabriella gripped her steering wheel. "I don't understand golf. Do you know how to pick out golf clubs? Where do you even get golf clubs? How much do golf clubs cost?"

"I don't know, try Sports Authority." Lola guessed. "Google it or something. I don't know golf. And I'm pretty sure they're expensive, but why do you care? You can randomly spent $800 on shoes on any given day."

Gabriella pressed her finger to her throbbing temple. She sighed. "Thanks for the help, sis. And if you are referring to my red leather boots, they were worth it."

"Hey, don't get sassy with me because you don't have a gift to give your husband yet."

Gabriella huffed, "Sorry. This is my first wedding anniversary, Lola, and I kind of want it to be perfect."

"I know, but you're stressing me out through the phone. Calm down."

"I'm going to try my best. When I get home, I am going straight to my bed."

"Where are you now?" Lola asked.

"I am a few minutes away from my house." Gabriella answered.

"Talking while driving? I'm disappointed."

"You're on speaker." Gabriella rolled her eyes. "I'm not an idiot."

"Well I'm just making sure. I'm your big sister."

"I'm 28. I can take care of myself."

"Well, I gotta go. I need to review for my case."

"Have fun. Love you."

"I love you, too."

Gabriella hung up and tossed her phone into her passenger seat of her SUV. Lola and Taylor were right. Troy loved golf. She was just going to get him golf clubs and let that be the end of it.

She turned into the driveway of her townhouse and took her key out of her ignition. There was a silver BMW next to Troy's car. Marcus was there. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of her Range Rover.

"Oh look, Gabriella's home. Hi Gabriella!" Marcus greeted once Gabriella made her way inside.

Gabriella waved slightly and put her purse down on her living room table. "Hi Marcus. To what do I owe this great pleasure?"

Troy walked into the living room, and kissed Gabriella's forehead. "Hi."

Gabriella wrapped her arms around Troy's waist. She inhaled the scent of his Ralph Lauren cologne and smiled, "Hi. What are you boys up to?"

"We were setting something up for you." Troy answered. "A part of your anniversary gift, actually."

"Really?" Gabriella removed her arms from Troy's waist. "What is it?"

"It is upstairs in our bedroom. Go see what it is."

"Pushy, pushy." Gabriella teased. She headed towards the stairs and walked up. "My gift better be diamonds. Lots and lots of diamonds."

"Maybe you got her the wrong gift. Sounds like she wants diamonds."

"I got her diamond tennis necklace, too."

"Do you think she saw it?" Marcus asked. They heard a loud gasp, followed by an excited scream. "She saw it."

Gabriella came running down the stairs, a small Maltese puppy in her hands. "Is this mine?"

"No, I really wanted a small, white dog all for myself."

"Your sarcasm is not very becoming, but I'll let it slide because you got me a puppy." Gabriella smiled. "Marcus, I have a puppy! Isn't it adorable?"

Marcus nodded, "It's so adorable. I'm going to before I die from cuteness overload."

Troy waved, "Bye."

"Bye, lovebirds."

Marcus left the house, leaving the couple alone.

"Oh, I love this dog. I love this dog so freaking much."

"It's a boy." Troy said. "And I couldn't wait until tomorrow to give you your gift. You would've found him."

Gabriella hugged the small puppy closer to her body. "We'll have to get you a good name, won't we. Oh my, Lola is going to try to take you away once she sets her sights on you, you're so adorable. You're so adorable!"

Troy frowned, "I'm adorable, too."

"You are." Gabriella put the dog down. "You are absolutely amazing." She pulled Troy into a kiss. "Now my gift is going to pale in comparison."

"I'm sure I'm going to love it."

"I hope."

"Do I get my gift a day early?" Troy asked.

"Nope. You have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Troy frowned, "Do I at least get a tiny hint?"

"No."

"I get you a puppy a day before our anniversary and I don't even get a hint as to what my gift is. That's not fair, now is it?"

"I didn't ask for my gift today."

"You're killing me here."

"I love you, though."

Troy smiled, "I love you too, Brie."

"You're going to do what?" Julia asked, stepping into Gabriella's kitchen. "I don't think I heard you correctly."

Gabriella held up her right hand. "I, Gabriella Marie Bolton, am going to bake."

"Bake what? Pre-baked cookies?"

"A cake! For my anniversary."

"What happened to the golf clubs?"

"They are with Troy at the country club right now."

"You were able to to get him out of the house? On my one year anniversary, Elliot practically kept me locked in our bedroom."

"Gross, stop talking."

"Sorry."

"I told Troy not come home until five, so I can bake his cake."

"I seriously do not believe what I'm hearing. You aren't going to bake."

"Yes, I am. Now Troy loves chocolate cake and his mother gave me a recipe for her double cake with chocolate butter cream frosting."

"His mother's recipe? Gabs, you are going to butcher your mother-in-law's recipe! And not just any mother-in-law. No, we are talking about a homemaking, southern belle, who cooks and bakes all day for fun!"

"I can follow simple directions, Jules." Gabriella pulled a can of cocoa powder out of her pantry. "Would you like to help me?"

"Well, Elliot's parents do have EJ for a few days, so I can hang out with you."

"You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Julia walked out of Gabriella's kitchen and over to the bar. "We are going to need alcohol to survive this task. Now red or white wine?"

"I'll take either."

"I'll grab both." Julia picked up two bottles, opened a cabinet and grabbed two big wine glasses. "I'm willing to bet we'll run through them quickly. This is going to be an interesting project."

A few hours later, Gabriella and Julia were done. And the end results were...not good.

Gabriella accidentally used baking soda instead of baking powder. She forgot to buy butter, so she had to use margarine-she has no idea how that got into her house. Like she'd ever buy substitute butter-and the frosting was just, not amazing. Oh, and when she tried to take the cake out of the pan, it split down the middle.

Julia tilted her head to the side, trying to look at the cake from a different angle. "Well, it isn't so bad."

"You're lying to me."

"No I'm not. From this angle, the cake is...decent looking. I like the way the top layer is sliding down and the icing isn't covering all of the cake."

"You can say it's horrible."

"Okay, it's absolutely horrible."

They heard the tiny pitter patter of feet coming down the hallway, and Gabriella's puppy appeared in the kitchen.

Julia scooped the small dog up into her arms. "Hi! And who is this cutie pie?"

"My anniversary gift. His name is Christian."

"Christian? Like Christian Dior?"

"Louboutin." Gabriella corrected. "I'm shocked you even have to ask." She frowned. "Troy gives me an amazing gift and I can't make a freaking cake."

"Hey, we all know Troy didn't marry you for your cooking skills. It's okay." Julia gave Gabriella a pat on the back.

"I just wanted to do something special for him. We only get one first anniversary."

"Well you can try again in 9 years when you have your 10th anniversary. Or your 20th."

"I'll just go to the local bakery and buy a cake."

"That's the best idea you've had today."

"I feel like that was an insult."

"It kind of was, Gabs."

"Just call the bakery."

Julia held up her cell phone, "Already on it."

"I have no idea why you wanted to stay out." Troy said, sliding his house key into the keyhole. "Or why I wasn't allowed to come home earlier. You made me change clothes at the club." He pushed their front door open.

Gabriella stepped inside the house, "Well I was doing something very important."

"Ooh, important. What was it?"

"Nothing."

Troy rolled his eyes, "It had to be something because you said it was important."

Gabriella groaned, "I hate it when you use my words against me."

"I hate it too, but you do it to me anyway."

Gabriella sat down on the couch, and let out a deep sigh. "And I'm not gonna stop."

Troy walked over to Gabriella, "I have another gift for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Where is it?"

Troy reached behind Gabriella and onto the table that was behind the couch. He grabbed a jewelry box and handed it to Gabriella. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Gabriella excitedly lifted the lid of the box and her eyes landed on a diamond necklace. "Oh my."

"You like it?"

"Like it? Troy, I love it. It's gorgeous." Gabriella put the box down and pulled Troy into a kiss. She pulled away and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Gabriella shoved Troy, "You know what? You suck!"

"Excuse me?"

"Two great gifts in two days." Gabriella said. She punched his shoulder. "I hate you."

"I thought you loved me."

"I do, but I hate you and your amazing gift giving skills."

"Wait, you hate me because you love your gifts?"

"Yes."

Troy shook his head, "I'm so lost right now."

Gabriella pulled off her shoes and put her feet up. "You like your golf clubs?"

"I love my golf clubs."

"Good, because I kind of screwed up your second surprise."

Troy smiled teasingly, "What'd you do?"

"I tried to make you a cake, because you love cake. And I messed it up, and it came out extremely crappy."

Troy's eyes widened, "You baked?"

"Yes Troy, we already established that!" Gabriella huffed. "The point is that I fucked it up. Sorry. You get me a puppy and a diamond necklace, and I make you a dumb cake."

"It's alright."

"No it isn't alright. This is our first anniversary as a married couple and I wanted to do something special for you."

"Don't work yourself up over this." Troy gently rubbed Gabriella's head. "It's okay."

"Don't pet me like I'm a dog!" Gabriella snapped. Troy immediately took his hand off of Gabriella.

"Brie, we established a few years ago that you can't cook."

"You're making me feel better." Gabriella told him, sarcastically.

"I don't really care about your cooking or your baking. I love you despite that."

"Really?"

Troy nodded, "Yeah, Montez. If I wanted a perfect housewife, I would have married one of the girls from my high school."

"Just stop talking."

"Okay." Troy opened his arms. "You need a hug. Bring it in." Gabriella smiled and put her head on Troy's shoulder.

"You're a dork."

"Dorks are cool."

"No they aren't. However, husbands with wives who can't cook are cool."

"Did you throw the cake out?" Troy questioned.

Gabriella shook her head, "Nope. I put it on a platter hoping that it would make the cake look better, but it didn't help. It's still on there."

Troy lifted himself up, "I wanna see it."

"No you don't."

Troy turned to Gabriella and smirked, "Yes I do." He hopped off the couch and started to the kitchen.

"Troy!" Troy quickened his pace. Gabriella got up and started running. "Troy, no!"

"I just wanna what it looks like."

"It's ugly!"

Troy made it to the kitchen and sitting in the middle of the island, was a cake.

"Oh wow."

"I told you." Gabriella bent over, put her hands on her knees, and took a deep breath. "Damn, I am so out of shape. I need to go to the gym."

"Wow, this cake is...wow."

"Don't make fun of it."

"Maybe it tastes good. Have you tasted it?"

"Of course not. The cake is supposed to be for you."

Troy walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a plate. He then walked over the the drawer to get forks and knives. "Let's eat some."

"No, let's just throw it away and forget I even attempted to make it."

Troy scoffed, "Nonsense." He cut a slice of cake and slid it onto the plate. He handed Gabriella a fork and sat down on a bar stool. "We'll each take a bite."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"It's my anniversary gift and I'm going to eat some." He put some cake on his fork. Gabriella reluctantly did the same. "Now on the count of three."

"Troy..."

"One. Two. Three."

The couple each took a bite of the cake. They looked at each other, both trying to keep straight faces, but Gabriella broke. She grabbed a paper towel and spit the cake out.

"I'm sorry, but that was just torture."

"Do we have ice cream? Maybe if I smother the cake in ice cream, it won't taste so bad. Or we can get some milk, or coffee, or alcohol."

Gabriella walked to the refrigerator and open the door. She pulled out a carton of milk. "Just say the damn cake is bad."

"It's absolutely disgusting. And its dry. That's a bad combination, Montez."

"Yeah."

"What's in this frosting?" Troy questioned, grabbing the carton out of Gabriella's hand. He took a swig.

"That's gross."

Troy shrugged, "We're the only two people that live here."

"We have glasses that you can drink out of."

"Are you really gonna get on my case after you tried to kill me?" Troy joked.

"I didn't try to kill you." Gabriella argued.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"Let's make a pact, right here, right now."

"What kind of pact?"

"I'll never cook anything again. Unless it's a microwavable lasagna. Or someone gives me lessons." Gabriella held out her hand. "Shake on it?"

Troy shook Gabriella's hand, "Deal."

"Well it is," Gabriella looked at her watch, "8:15 at night."

"We have 3 hours and 45 minutes left in our anniversary."

Gabriella plopped herself down on Troy's lap. "Red heels or black heels?"

"Why?"

"Just answer the question."

The corners of Troy's lips turned upward into a smile. "Montez..."

"Yes?"

"Are you going to walk around in nothing but heels?"

"Maybe."

"Yes! I've wanted you to do that since we first started dating."

Gabriella laughed, "Yeah, I know."

"Well what are we waiting for?" Troy stoop up and lifted Gabriella up bridal style. "Let's go."

"Troy! Put me down!"

"Nope." He walked towards the staircase.

"You're strong."

"I know."

"And you don't need to walk up two steps at a time. If we fall, and I bruise, I'll kill you. And try not to hit my head on the rail."

"I need to get you upstairs and nudey up. Or is it nudey down?"

"Technically nudey down. And what's the rush?"

"Well I'd like to sleep with you before we die of food poisoning."

"Shut up!"