CHAPTER 1: Five
The blue eyed boy smiled up at his mother, his dark honey coloured hair covering his eyes, flicked to a side. His little white baby teeth permanently showing at the time out of pure joy and happiness, as he clapped his little hands together in delight and grinned. His baby blue eyes shining with glee and danced with enthusiasm, as his soft features glowed.
"Baby, not yet. It's only six in the morning" his mother told him softly, her voice muffled by the pillow she was sleeping on. Her dark chocolate coloured locks spread across the pillow, her deep hazel eyes just opened enough so she could see what her son was doing. He sat on his knees, his back-side resting on the heels of his feet as he rocked back and forth.
"But Momma, it's my birthday. I'm five" the boy said proudly whilst holding up five fingers to show his mother.
"I know sweetie, believe me, I know, March the fifteenth is a very special day for me, but Momma's tired" she replied, and as if on cue, she yawned, causing the newly five year old boy to giggle as he nodded in understanding before lying down beside her and sliding into the covers, cuddling into her warm body as she wrapped an arm around his body.
They lay in silence for a moment, the mother and her son, before the doorbell to the apartment rang clearly through the silent home of the two. It rang once, twice, thrice. The lady looked at her son with an identical face. Both were now grinning, both knowing who was at the door, both quickly jumping out of bed and running to answer.
The women opened the door to reveal a five foot five blonde. Her hair was curled slightly and her make up was light, yet nice. She looked stunning, with an amazing tan and amazing body. She wore a mustard pleated skirt that came a few inches above her knee, showing off her long California-tanned legs. The blonde also wore a plain white tank with a cropped black leather jacket with three quarter sleeves. Finishing off the look with white ballet pumps with black toes.
"You look amazing" the brunette said smiling softly at her childhood best friend who walked slowly into the apartment.
"Thanks babe, you look amazing too. Even if you are just wearing sweatpants and a tank. You look amazing in everything" the blonde replied, putting her black and white Prada bag on the coffee table in the lounge she had just walked in to, before slipping of her shoes and sitting on the couch with her feet up.
The brunette smiled, "Thanks Shar" she said before sitting next to her best friend.
"Where's your little birthday boy?" Sharpay, the blonde, asked grinning, "I got his presents!" she exclaimed excitedly as the brunette chuckled,
"You sound more excited that he is. Where he is? I'm not entirely sure, he was right beside me when I opened the door for you. He probably took one look at you, was intimidated by your beauty and went away to hide" the brunette said laughing before calling out to her son, "Samuel, Baby! Come here! Auntie Shar wants to see you!" she called out before the two ladies heard the pitter-patter of his, Samuel's, tiny feet as he entered the sitting room/lounge area with a huge smile on his face.
"Auntie Shar!" he exclaimed, running to her and jumping into her open arms as the two hugged eachother tightly.
Sharpay grinned and looked at the smiling brunette, "Gab, your little boy is growing up" she said, putting Samuel down.
"Yeah Momma, I'm grown up! I'm five!" he said, again putting up his five fingers.
Gabriella Montez giggled her cute honey-sweet giggle as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her brown, dark hazel, really, eyes shone with pride as her son played around with his godmother's blonde locks while Sharpay played with him.
"I'm going to get changed" she announced before getting up and heading towards the huge master bedroom.
The apartment wasn't small. No way. It had a huge en-suite master bedroom which contained a average sized walk-in wardrobe, a king sized bed, a vanity desk, a chest of drawers and a bookcase, along with a set of French doors leading to a balcony. This room was Gabriella's, of course. Then there was Samuel's bedroom, a single bed, a closet, chest of drawers and desk. Simple, but which five year old needed more than that, as long as the walls were painted blue, any boy who as five would be happy.
Alongside that, was the large sitting room, a just a little bigger than average sized kitchen, a dining room and a bathroom.
Gabriella walked into her walk-in closet and sighed, running a hand through her morning hair. Her brown eyes scanning the closet as she walked past rows of clothing before choosing an outfit suitable for her son's birthday. White skinny jeans, bottle green ruffled tank top and a white denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up a quarter. She left the closet and crossed the room to enter the en-suite bathroom on the other side. Gabriella took her usual morning shower and got dressed quickly, with a particular reason as to why, she then headed back to her closet and walked in to the far right hand corner and crouched down. Her arm extended as she reached out to touch her memory box. Grabbing it gently, she pulled it out and ran her fingers over it. Every year on her birthday, Samuel's birthday and a certain someone else's birthday, she took the box out and looked through the reminiscences, and every year she'd cry for an hour before going back to her normal state.
Her dainty hands lifted the wood lid to the box and put it down beside her gently. She stared into the box, tears filling her eyes.
Gabriella picked up a small A5 sized photo album, the cover was a picture of two teenagers. One of the two with wavy brown hair, her, sitting on a swing attached to a stable tree branch. The other teenager was a boy the same age, crouching down in front of her and sliming up at her as she smiled down at him. Gabriella was about to open the album when a voice came from the entrance to the closet.
"Don't" came Sharpay's firm voice, before she left out a sad sigh, and her voice softened completely, "Please don't open it Gab, you'll cry. Sam is already worried about you" the blonde said to the Latina brunette, who merely nodded before putting everything back in its place.
"For my son" Gabriella said nodding,
"For your son" Sharpay agreed.
An hour and a half later, at around eight 'o' clock, give or take a few minutes, the threesome where gathered around the kitchen island eating chocolate chip pancakes and fresh strawberries.
"Thanks Momma" Samuel said to his mother, yet not bothering to look up from his food, in which he seemed very intrigued in.
"You're welcome Baby" Gabriella replied ruffling his hair.
Samuel was wearing a pair of black jeans, a black and blue plaid shirt, which bought out his eyes, and a pair of black toddler original Chuck Taylor Converses. He looked cute, not a glimpse of doubt towards that fact.
"Gab, what time are we heading towards your mom's?" Sharpay asked, cutting a triangle out of her chocolate chip pancake and putting it in her mouth.
"Umm... elevenish, maybe" Gabriella replied, chewing her own breakfast before taking a sip of her coffee, and pulling her phone out to call her mom.
At eleven 'o' clock, on the dot, Gabriella, Sharpay and Samuel, exited the black Mercedes with a personalized number plate that read "5H4RP4Y," hand in hand, mother and son, with best friend hot on their heels, headed to the black door of the big house.
Gabriella got her keys out of her white bag and unlocked the door to her mom's house, to be met by a loud...
"Samuel! My baby girl's baby boy is five! FIVE!" her mom's loud voice echoed across the house as she ran towards her grandson, daughter and her daughter's best friend. She pulled the blue eyed boy into a huge bear hug, and held onto him as if for dear life.
"Grandma Maria, too tight" he said, smiling. Maria Montez smiled at her grandson, he was too cute.
"So sorry Sammy, happy birthday baby" she said, kissing his smooth forehead, "let's go watch TV, okay baby?" Maria asked, taking his small hand and leading him to the sitting room where the news was on.
"Breaking news," the TV news presenter said, her face straight, "Los Angeles Lakers player, number fourteen, Troy Bolton, had been majorly injured during a game last night, sources say during half time, he was practicing hoops off court and was attacked..." Maria quickly changed the channel and looked towards her daughter, whose hand was covering her mouth and her usually tanned face was as pale as a ghost. Gabriella started breathing hard and fast breaths. After about two seconds of breathing like that, she collapsed, not fainted, just collapsed, into a heap on the floor. By now, tears were streaming down the brunette's pale face, that now had red cheeks.
"Gab, honey, you have to calm down" Sharpay said crouching down and rubbing her friends back, trying to hold back tears herself at the site of her best friend suffering like that.
"I c-c-can't, it's my son's birthday, he's all grown up n-now and my ex-boyfriend, who, the last time I saw him was five years ago, is f-f-f-freaking in hospital and is always on T-TV. I can't do it!" Gabriella cried from the floor, before sitting up suddenly, wiping the tears from her face and standing up, "Where's Sam?" she asked, her brown eyes scanning the room for her son.
"Gab, honey, he's gone outside. When you collapsed he got scared and I told him to go." Maria said quietly while holding her arms out. Gabriella hugged her mother tight and let the tears stream down her face again.
"Fuck Troy Bolton, today is about my baby boy" Gabriella thought to herself in her head.
AN: My NEW story. I was so into writing it that it took me only two and a half hours, breaks and all. Hope you guys like it. Review pleaseeee -Amy