"We're All In This Together © 2011"

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A/N - Hello! I am new to FanFiction and so, as you've probably guessed, this is my first FanFiction story. I am fairly new at writing stories, but I hope I am okay to everyone's liking's. I have read a handful amount of stories and now I am willing to actually write one myself. I've seen this in some other stories: For my chapters, I base them on songs that I love. Some of the songs will have to do with the chapters, but some songs don't. Like the one I am doing now. The song 'You Found Me' by The Fray has absolutely nothing to do with this chapter, but I happen to really like this song. So, anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

You Found Me - The Fray

Chapter One: A Day in the Life:

Falling in love is great, a real life changing experience. I'm sure many will agree, but some will also disagree. How easy is it to stay in love, exactly? Some people can house a relationship together for years, but what about for other couples? Love can either come unexpectedly or develop over a period of time. Really, a way you can sum up love is like finding a job that is good for you. You will either get into it or you will research what is involved in the particular job in which you seek, but no matter what way you choose to look at it you have to put in the work to receive the income.

It was the date January sixteenth that changed their lives forever. Troy Bolton had proposed to Gabriella Montez is the most romantic way she could think of. It was magical. It was on national television when they were only senior in college. He had a basketball game and the lights slowly dimmed. Slowly playing was Gabriella's favorite song; I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. He had walked up the stands slowly and once they were close enough to touch, he grabbed her hand. Gabriella was crying, tears of joy leaking out of her eyes as they looked at each other and the rest of the world seemed to melt hastily away, leaving the two in a private world of their own. Just watching them would either send chills down your back or you could tell they were madly in love.

"Oh, my God," Gabriella gasped.

"Gabriella Montez," Troy started out and pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. "I love you so much and I wouldn't trade our love for money, life or anything stronger. You are my soul mate, my other half. You've stolen my heart and now I want to ask this question to you; will you marry me?" Gabriella couldn't believe what was happening, but she clasped her hand over her mouth and nodded frantically, tears never stopped streaming from her eyes. "Yes," she whispered thinly. "Yes. I love you." Troy's face lit up and Gabriella removed her hand from her mouth. She basically jumped in his arms. Her arms wounded around his neck in a love lock. Troy grinned madly as the crowd roared into applause, standing up and admiring the love-struck couple. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gabriella chanted and gripped harder onto Troy and buried her head in the crook of his neck. She couldn't stop the happy tears that trailed down her cheeks. And you know what, she didn't want to either.

They had their dream wedding after they graduated college and not too long after that, a special addition was added to the Bolton family. Aubree Laria Bolton was born on February first the year after that. She had weighed six point five pounds and was twenty inches long. She had silky dark curly hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, an almost exact replica of Troy. The labor took nearly sixteen hours, but after that, Aubree popped out, healthy and all. Even though the nights were restless, they loved Aubree so much.

Two years after Aubree, Marcus Jack Bolton tumbled into the world on March fifth. Gabriella had to get a C-section for him. He was born premature, two months before his due date. He weighed four point six ounces and was twelve inches tall. Marcus looked more like Gabriella. He had big brown eyes and soft curly dark hair. Just like Gabriella.

Now, with Aubree being four and Marcus two, they lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, a huge house on their hips. Life was perfect for them and both Troy nor Gabriella could ask for anything better.

"Meow." Gabriella sighed. That was the twentieth cat meow she had heard in the last two minutes. And she was pretty positive that this house held no cats. Gabriella placed a book maker in her book before placing it down and walking out of her bedroom and down the steps. She was surprised to see her husband and her two children crawling around on the floor, pretending to be cats. Though it was oddly weird, Gabriella couldn't sustain her giggling. She held a hand up to her mouth as she watched them. "Meow," Marcus said cutely as he crawled up to his mom. Gabriella grinned and swooped up her youngest. "Oh my goodness, it looks like my family has been invaded by human-like cats."

Marcus grinned. "Meow," he said, drawing the sound out. "Put down," he added, pulling himself away from his mother. Gabriella placed him on the floor and he started his cat personal, crawling around and meowing. Troy grinned and stood up. He walked over to his wife and leaned down to press a slow, sentimental kiss to her lips. "How long have you bee up?' he murmured.

"About an hour or so," Gabriella told him. "I'm reading this book. Very interesting, but not quite as interesting as my bizarre family."

Troy grinned cheekily. "You know you love us."

Gabriella smiled and bit her lip, nodding. "That I do. So much." She tilted her head back, waiting for another kiss. But instead, Troy bent his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek before picking Aubree up and bolting out of the room. Gabriella rolled her eyes but nevertheless a smile was etched onto her face. "Do you have to go potty, Marc?' she questioned, bending down and lifting her youngest up. Like normal, Marcus shook his head. "Troy, did you put Marc on the potty when he woke up?" Gabriella called out.

"No!" Troy called back.

Gabriella looked back at Marcus and smiled. "Don't lie to me, Marc. Now come on. If you go potty I'll give you a gummy worm." Marcus seemed excited about that. Gabriella set him down and he bolted down the hallway and towards the bathroom. Marcus had started potty training the day after he turned two. Gabriella and Troy decided to start early because boys were much harder to train. By now, Aubree had been almost fully potty trained when she was two and three quarters.

Gabriella helped Marcus pull down his Pull-Up and he plopped down on the potty, looking at the cabinet where Gabriella stores the gummies. He lifted his shirt and looked down, giggling. "I pee-pee," he said before standing. Gabriella checked to make sure he did. She smiled when she saw the bowl full. "Good job, Marc! High five!" Marcus slapped his mother's palm before pointing to the cabinet.

"I want gummy." Gabriella helped him pull his Pull-Up up and gave him a gummy worm. He pushed the sugary snack into his mouth and grinned. Gabriella lifted him up into her arms before walking towards the kitchen. The sound of grease popping and the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes filled her nostrils. Gabriella narrowed her eyes at her husband as she placed their youngest in his seat. "What I say about bacon, Troy? That's way too much grease."

"Oh, come on," Troy whined. "You know I have a craving for greasy food. I don't even think Marcus has tasted bacon before."

"He's fine with eggs," Gabriella argued. She looked at her son. "You want eggs and pancakes, Marc?"

Marcus nodded. "I want eggs and panhakes."

"I want bacon, mommy," Aubree quipped. "Can I?"

"Yes," Troy supplied. Gabriella came in at the exact same moment saying, "No." She glared at her husband and he turned his blue eyes to her, pleading. "Pwease?"

"Pwease?" Marcus mocked. He earned a grin from Troy and Gabriella smiled. She couldn't ignore her cute boys. "Fine." Gabriella went over to the stove and leaned over it, seeing what Troy was cooking. He also stacked some hash-browns in there. The door bell suddenly rang and Gabriella exited the kitchen. She pulled open the door only to be bombarded by her best friend Sharpay Evans squealing and jumping up and down. "Hey, Sharpay!" Gabriella said, pulling awya from her. "What are you doiung here? I thought you were supposed to be in LA!"

Sharpay had left to LA for a special education coarse in both acting and singing. She tried to land herself in a movie role, but nothing came up. Well, so far at least. "Okay, so you know how like two months ago or something I rang you up saying I didn't get the part?" Gabriella nodded. "Well, Danny Boyle, the director, says he might have a spot open for me in his next movie!" Sharpay started obnoxiously squealing again. Gabriella joined into. They clasped hands and excitedly jumped up and down. The rest of the Bolton family emerged from the kitchen, curiosity riding them.

"That is great!" Gabriella said excitedly. "Oh my gosh. When's the audition?"

"Next month," Sharpay confirmed. "I was going to tell you via Skype, but I just had to tell you in person."

"Auntie Shar!" Aubree raced to her 'aunt' and gave her a huge hug. Sharpay smiled and lifted Aubree up, smiling at her. "Goodness, Bree, you've grown."

"I'm four now," Aubree said. She held up four small fingers and smiled shyly. "Last time you seen me I was three."

Sharpay gasped. "My god, has it been that long?" Aubree giggled and nodded. Sharpay let her down and Marcus tottered over, looking up curiously at Sharpay. Sharpay scooped him up. "You look like you've just seen a stranger. Do you remember me?" Marcus shook his head and looked at Troy. He turned back to Sharpay and frowned. "I'm your mommy's best friend," Sharpay informed him.

"Shar, I hardly think he remembers you," Troy said. "But anyway, what are you doing here?"

Sharpay's eyes lit up with excitement. "I got an audition to Danny Boyle's new movie. It's called Tres," she informed.

"That's great!" Troy said, genuinely happy for his friend. "Who are you auditioning for?"

"She's a leading role. Her name is Joanna Jones."

"Did you tell Ryan?" Gabriella questioned. Ryan Evans was Sharpay's twin brother. Unlike Sharpay, he is skyrocketing to Broadway. But right now he was settled with his wife Kelsi Evans who was five months pregnant with their baby.

Sharpay shook her head. "No. I just told my parents and then I came to you. I guess he slipped my mind."

"Do you want to come in for breakfast, Auntie Shar?" Aubree asked. She pulled on Sharpay's blazer sleeve and started dragging her further into the house. Sharpay laughed and followed after the smaller child. "Yeah, I'll stay. As long as it's okay with your parents." She sneaked a look back at Troy and Gabriella. They both nodded vigorously, not wanting to miss out on anytime spent with their friend. "After breakfast we were going to drop Aubree off at pre-school and Marcus off at daycare, though," Troy said.

Sharpay smiled. "I could take them if you'd like. I have to go visit my parents, anyway."

"Are you sure?" Gabriella asked. "You don't have to. I drive past them on my way to—"

"Gabriella," Sharpay interrupted. "You and Troy haven't spent time together and I know that. Me driving them to school and daycare will give you at least a half an hour alone." Sharpay smiled. "You guys work yourselves to an extent where there's hardly, if not, any free time on your plates." Gabriella looked at Troy as if she were waiting for his confirmation. Troy shrugged and nodded. "If it isn't any trouble, it's okay. We just have to get them ready..."

After breakfast Troy and Gabriella quickly threw their children into their respective uniforms and then carried them out to Sharpay's car. Though Marcus was clinging onto his mother, tears falling non-stop out of his wide eyes. "No, mommy," he cried. "No go." Gabriella sighed softly as she cradled her toddler to her body. Her heart was breaking just at the mere sight of him crying. "Just for a little while, Marc," Gabriella promised. "Do you want daddy?" Marcus sniffled and nodded. Gabriella handed him over to Troy who kissed his forehead and then quickly handed him over to Sharpay.

Marcus instantly starting crying.

Sharpay hastily strapped him down in the car seat Troy had installed as Marcus continued kicking and screaming. "Okay, Shar, I think we should just take him. He's balling his eyes out," Gabriella stressed. She started unbuckling Marcus's seat belt, but Sharpay pushed her gently back and shook her head. "No. You go. I have him handled. He'll calm down later into the ride." Sharpay shut the door and Gabriella sighed heavily. "Hey, look. It's not like I'll drive off a cliff. I got this."

"Do you have the GPS?" Troy questioned as he tried to ignore the cries of his son from inside of the car. Sharpay nodded and jumped into the driver seat. "I'll see you guys either tonight or tomorrow. Au revoir." Sharpay waggled her fingers in goodbye before driving off. Gabriella turned to Troy and exhaled. "That was a disaster."

"He just doesn't remember her," Troy told her. "Marcus always fums when he's given to people he doesn't know. Remember the first day at daycare?" Gabriella giggled and nodded. Marcus had thrown a fit for an hour after Gabriella dropped him off before he calmed down. Ms. Shelly, a teacher at the daycare, had said Marcus had strewn toys and objects across the room and he had even hit her a couple of times. Gabriella and Troy repeatedly apologized, but Ms. Shelly had said she had come into greater positions like that one.

"He's just not a people person," Gabriella said.

"He got that from you," Troy accused teasingly. Gabriella swatted at his arm and they sauntered back into the house. "Shut it. I peeped out of my shell when I came here." Troy smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him and bent his head. His nose gently probed at hers and Gabriella giggled cutely as she ran her hands up his chest and threw them around Troy's neck. "Sharpay was right," Troy said.

Gabriella closed her eyes. "Mmm," she hummed. "'Bout what?"

"We don't spend enough alone time with each other." He pulled her closer to his to the point where their bodies were now flush against each other. "The house is empty," Troy continued in a soft murmur. Gabriella opened her eyes and stared into his. "There's so many things we can do without the kids..." He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers. Gabriella clutched at the chestnut locks sweeping around his head messily. It was still like high school. Her stomach still fluttered and her skin still burnt every time Troy touched her with his scorching skin.

Troy smiled and disconnected their lips. He stared at her for a moment. She looked the same as she had nine years ago when he first met her junior year of high school. Her heair still tumbled back in a shimmery ocean of black, she still had an amazing body, curves and all, her skin was a toned Filipino tan and as she fluttered her eyes open, he could see the tawny brown eyes of the person who captured his heart. "I love you," Troy murmured.

Gabriella smiled. "I love you, too." She ran a hand through his curly tresses. "Always." She let her hands drop and they enclosed around his hands. She slowly dragged him up the stairs and when they came to a stop at their room, she kissed his jaw softly. "And forever."

"I know many of you know about the eye, but lets go over a few parts," Gabriella said to her students. Gabriella worked at East High, her old high school. She was a freshman science teacher since when she was at this school, science had always been her favorite subject. "Let's start with a few minor parts." Gabriella wrote in neat cursive the word choroid. She turned back to her class. "Can anyone take a guess?"

A few hands went up. Gabriella picked on a boy in the back. "Sheldon."

He smirked. "The inventor of boobs. Preferably yours." The class erupted into laughter and Gabriella sighed. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Really, Sheldon? Well, how about you tell me the who invented detention. Because that's where you'll be after school. And the rest of you who thinks it's funny can join him." The class immediately fell silent. Gabriella smiled triumphantly. "Good, that's good. Now, how about we break down into learning the proper way, hm?"

There were a few protesting groans which made Gabriella smile wider. She remembered when she was in high school. It had been a lot of work though she loved it more than a lot of people. "Anyway, the choroid is a layer of blood vessels between the retina and sclera; it supplies blood to the retina. Hopefully you all know what a retina and sclera is." Sheldon's hand raised. Gabriella sighed. "Yes, Sheldon?'

"Actually, Mrs. Teacher, I don't know what the retina or sclera is. Please do explain." Sheldon smirked slyly. Gabriella resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead she smiled tightly. "The sclera is the white tough wall of the eye that forms the sphere of the eye. And the retina is basically the film of the eye. It converts light rays into electrical signals and sends them to the brain through the optic nerve. The sides of the retina are responsible for our peripheral vision. The center area, called the macula, is used for our fine central vision and color vision." Sheldon opened his mouth again, but Gabriella raised a hand, cutting him off. "You better think about what you want to say first, Shelly. You don't want another detention, do you? Unless...you don't know what detention is." The class erupted into laughter again and it was Gabriella's turn to show off a sly smirk. She sunk into the lesson again and Sheldon was speechless for the first time since the beginning of the school year."

Gabriella sighed as Troy's thumbs pressed into a sensitive part of her shoulder. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "God, I love my job, but being with those kids eight hours a day... mmm." She groaned when he hit another sensative spot. "Your hands are amazing. Are you a secret massage therapist?"

Troy chuckled. "No. I am a basketball player." Basketball is basically Troy's second wife. Since he was five, it has always been his dream to be a big-shot basketball player and be in the NBA. He currently played for the Boston Celtics. Since it wasn't basketball season yet, he trained younger kids in basketball who had the same dream as him. Gabriella swatted Troy's hands away and sat up. She stretched and then stood. "Thank you. I so needed that. After an hour detention with the perv student..."

"That's what you get for being a super hot twenty seven-year-old teacher," Troy teased. Gabriella rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest playfully. "When did Shar say she was dropping the kids off?" And just as she said that, the door bell went off. Troy walked over to the door and pulled it open. Aubree instantly clung onto her father. "Daddy! We had so much fun at Uncle Ryan's house. Look, I drew a picture!" Aubree held up a picture of a horse. Troy grinned and scooped her up. "That's really pretty, Bree. Whose it for?"

Aubree handed him the picture shyly. He smiled and took it. "Well, thank you."

Sharpay came through the threshold carrying Marcus. "It took a few hours, but he finally came around. He also continued asking me where the 'otty' was. I was confused, but when he pulled off his underwear and peed on the carpet, I got it. I didn't know you were potty training him! Ryan and Kelsi were pretty pissed when he, well, pissed on their white carpet." Sharpay let Marcus down and Marcus ran over to his mom. Gabriella smiled and picked her son up, giving him a quick hug. "Shar, he is two and a half. I'd be a bad parent if I started him later. Just because you didn't finish potty training until you were six doesn't mean—ouch!" Gabriella laughed wildly as Sharpay pinched her arm. Sharpay glared at her. "Kidding, Shar."

Sharpay rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Well, I'm going. I'll be staying for the week and then I have to leave. If you want, I can continue to drive them."

"That would be awesome," Troy said, smirking. He went back to the morning, chills sweeping his back at the memory.

"Thanks Shar, really," Gabriella said. She gave Sharpay a small hug and Troy gave his before Sharpay left. Since it was a beautiful night outside, Troy thought of an idea. He pulled out the camping equipment and hauled it outside. "Troy, what are you doing?" Gabriella questioned from the backdoor. She had both Aubree and Marcus in her arms. She was just about to put them to sleep.

"I was thinking that maybe we could sleep out here tonight," he grunted as he tugged on a zipper. The tent stood high and he grinned at it proudly. Gabriella walked farther out and smiled. "I'll get some flashlights and blankets. You blow up the air mattress. Bree, you want to help daddy?" Aubree nodded and Gabriella put her down and she trotted over to Troy. Gabriella left with Marcus to retrieve some blankets and pillows.

"I got pellow!" Marcus squealed when Gabriella and him emerged from the house. Troy and Aubree were already enclosed in the tent. Gabriella and Marcus slipped in. "Whats that, mommy?" Aubree asked, looking at the small sticks in her mother's hands. Gabriella smiled. 'This is a game I used to play. You get two sticks"—Gabriella grasped two sticks—"Then you get another stick and you try and flick it onto a pile." Gabriella got her two sticks, slipped them under another one and then flipped it. The stick landed in front of Marcus. He grabbed it and smiled. "Stick."

"Good job, Marc," Troy said. He gave him a high-five and Marcus giggled. Aubree picked up a flashlight and peaked her head out of the tent. If you stayed still and quiet you could faintly hear the sound of cicadas, owls, and the howling of wolves. Aubree grinned and flashed the flashlight around the backyard. Marcus plopped by her sister and grabbed the flashlight from her. He copied her, flickering it around the backyard. Aubree pointed at a bug. "That's a ladybug, Marc."

"Ladybug," Marcus agreed. Aubree smiled at him and let the little bug crawl on her finger. Troy and Gabriella chilled back, watching with complete adoration as their kids interacted.

"I don't know if it's too soon or not...but would you...what another child?" Gabriella questioned softly and hesitantly. Troy looked at her, startled. "I mean, only if you want another one. I'll be fine if I had a hundred kids with you, Brie. Of course I would want another baby."

Gabriella looked at him. "It's not too much?"

Troy leaned down to gently press his lisp to hers. "Never," he husked. "I love you and I love our kids and any kids we produce in the near future."

"Ditto."

"Ditto?" Troy questioned. "No, 'I love you' back or something? I'm quite offended, Brie."

Gabriella giggled. "Shut up! You know I mean 'I love you', but if you want me to say it, then fine." She smiled coyly. "I love you."

Troy gave her another quick kiss. "I love you, too."

A/N - This was basically just an introduction chapter. I want to try to at least get to 5,000 words or 4,500 on each chapter. I like filling people up so they're satisfied every time I update. So, did I do well, did I stink or should I be booted of of FanFiction because this story is a disgrace? Please don't be timid on sharing your thoughts with me. I'd love to hear them, but in order for me to hear them (well, read them) you guys have to review. Now, I won't strain over reviews. I just want to show my work to people, but it would be nice if you could review. I got the definitions of eye parts from

http : / w w w . 9 9 m a i n . c o m / ~ c h a r l i e f / B l i n d n e s s . h t m.

I know a lot about the eye, trust me, but I wanted higher level definitions; ones that teachers would use. And trust me, I am not good with big words and crap. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and that you're going to stay with me. (: