Author's Note: I probably shouldn't be starting another story but whatever. I should be finishing "You Don't Know" but its angry at me and doesn't want to be finished at least not now. So I started this. Let me know if I should continue this or not. Oh and this week i'm really busy so Diva won't be updated at least until sometime next week after that I don't know. But yea I've talked enough.
Enjoy!
Labels or Love
Chapteer 1
Taylor walks- no struts down the streets of Manhattan like the diva she is. With her black trench billowing behind her, people quickly move out of her way, none of them could tell how angry she is from the way she's carrying herself. Screw angry, she's livid. He left her for his ex-girlfriend. She told Gabriella this was going to happen, but did she listen? NO.
It's the same story every time, a few kisses her, well placed words there and Gabby goes into what Taylor calls "deep like" stage after about a month. Everything's merry for a few more months, and then they start pressing for sex. And Gabby stands fast with the notion that she'll lose it to the man that loves her unconditionally, so she says no every time and they leave her. It's a bit tiring, but Taylor still goes to her side and comforts her. Its how they've been since they were mini diva's in diapers.
Walking into their shared penthouse apartment, Taylor made her down the hallway to Gabriella's room. The sight brought her hate for the bastard up another notch. Gabriella sprawled on the floor with mascara running down her face, sobs racking her body. It took all of Taylor's self control no to go find Kale and stab him repeatedly for hours on end.
"Elle, why?" she blubbered looking at Taylor.
"Oh, belle," Taylor said pulling the crying girl into her hands, "Please stop crying. Kale isn't worth you're tears, or time. Tell me what happened." She whispered in her ears.
"I thought he loved me. I was ready to give myself to him." She whispered through her tears to a shocked Taylor. "But no, I apparently waited to long, and he wasn't getting what he needed from me, so he went and got it somewhere else. His ex- girlfriend too, and here I am stupid, naïve Gabriella Isobelle Anne Montez crying my eyes out again. God, I'm so stupid. I always go for the jerks don't I?" she asked, clearly she finally came to her senses. She had stopped sobbing a while ago; now only tears fell silently from her face. Taylor only looked down at her with a smile. This between them two spoke many words.
"I think someone needs a new summer wardrobe. I say we skip the ice cream, at hit the beaches of Hawaii. Soak up some sun, get a tan, you working on some new material, and possibly finding a guy who isn't a complete ass. And I'll have you warned the only reason I haven't stabbed him is cause I have no outfit for it." Taylor said smiling, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"That's surprising seeing as you have an outfit for everything else." Gabriella said running away from Taylor laughing hysterically with purse in hand out the front door, with Taylor following close behind smiling at herself. She may be happy now, but it'll take a while for her to get back to old Gabby.
That's my girl.
To say Troy Bolton was fed up would be an understatement. They have 30 minutes to make their flight and his best friend Chad Danforth is now packing. He remembers specifically telling Chad to pack three days ago, just so this wouldn't happen. It's like everything you tell Chad goes in one ear and out the other. How he made it through college is a surprise to everyone.
"Chad man we really have to go!" Troy yelled half amused and half exasperated from the kitchen of Chad's Victorian home.
"Troy have you seen my phone?" he shouted from his room.
Honestly.
Pulling out his phone Troy dialed his number. "Oh there it is." Really it's always in the same spot, under the mountain of pillows on his bed.
"Chad I'm leaving." He said.
"Calm down, I'm ready." Chad said grabbing his keys and shades.
Finally.
Both of them walked down the drive to the waiting car, loading their things into the car and the drive to the airport took about 45 minutes, and they still made it with fifteen minutes to spare.
"Every time," Troy cried. "How we never miss a flight is beyond me." Chad looked at his friend, more like brother but still he worries too much. Always has, always will, something he got from mama Bolton. It's a good trait and all, but because of that he unconsciously let females take advantage of him and hurt him. Troy knows and he hates that fact about himself, but resigns himself to the fact that it's a part of him and can't be changed. No matter how much half of him wants to. All he wants is a woman to not be a shallow, gold digging whore, and to tell you the truth that's what he wants to.
"Chad time to board." Troy said. Had he really sat and thought for 15 minutes, well he apparently has too much time on his hands he thought as he moved through the line of people boarding. Taking his seat next to Troy, he pulls out his neck pillow, ear plugs and fell asleep. Troy watched him in bemusement.
It's like he didn't sleep the night before, and half of the day already.
tell me what yo think