Like Tyres and Nails
Summary:
Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez go together like tires and nails; oil and water; Goths and pink. Why? Simple really… it's their destiny
A/N My last one shots have been sad and I wanted to do something on a happier note. This is basically a four shot. It was originally planned to be a two shot but then I always thought 'Oh this would be a perfect place to leave off'. Because of this, the chapters are a lot shorter – therefore I will be updating everyday. It's all written up so I'm not going to keep you waiting for chapters – especially seeing as the chapters are just a bit above 1000 words each.
So I hope you like this – it just came to me and was pretty fun writing… hope you enjoy!
There are times when parents can be really embarrassing. Everyone's gone through that phase where they wish that the ground would swallow them up because of their parents over embarrassing moments. You can't always blame the parents though. After all, how should they know that instead of their daughter's friends thinking their 'cool' parents, their instead seen as something quite the opposite?
I wishmy parents were embarrassing. I'm not saying that they aren't – because they are. It's just not the same embarrassment most teenagers have to face. Instead of my parents doing funny dances which were supposedly the 'in' thing back in the day; mine choose to do background checks on all of my friends – that is the few friends that I have.
I guess you could say that my upbringing isn't one of a normal sixteen year old. Whilst most two year olds would laugh and scream in joy at the sight of their families pulling funny faces, I would scream. However, my screaming wouldn't be out of joy. It would be at the sight of seeing people I've only known as Uncles even though they are anything but, with horrible looking purple and blue round marks on them. Seeing red liquid, drip slowly yet surely onto the carpets my mum prided herself in keeping clean.
Whilst most five year olds decide to hunt around their parent's wardrobe for their birthday presents and instead of finding the presents finding boxes filled with photos or letters; I would hunt for my presents; however, instead of boxes of photos being found, it would be boxes of bundles of money – or worse – small guns which would usually amaze my young eyes. I would think at the time that it was weird for those things I sometimes managed to see on grown up movies were actually in front of my innocent eyes.
Whilst most eleven year olds have to worry about being a loner; I instead never had to worry - Although, to be honest, I would rather have had that worry. Because whilst most eleven year olds are faced with the possibility of not having someone to turn too; I knew that no matter where I turned, there would always be someone there. Someone whose task it was, was to make sure that no matter what, no harm came to me. To make sure that no matter what, my safety was ensured.
And whilst most sixteen year olds are allowed to choose their own friends and boyfriends, I am instead forced to make sure that every single one of the people I eat food with isn't 'undercover'. I try telling my dad that he's being paranoid – that which sixteen year old would really be an undercover cop? He just responds with his famous 'You've read the Stormbreaker series – Alex Rider is 15 for God's sake'. No matter how many times I try and point it out, my dad doesn't seem to understand that Alex Rider is fiction – and that it is most probably against the law to have underage civilians in undercover work.
And for me, I do not have the privilege of flirting with guys in the hope that they would become my boyfriend. Most boys would be scared shitless the moment they met my family. Trust me – with four over protective, older brothers; a variety of different men; and my dad looking out for me, boys would find it pretty damn hard to come within a mile of me!
I've always wandered what it would be like to have normal parents. You know the type of parents who have day jobs; the types of parents who drive to work in a car and arrive home at seven. The types of parents who ruffle your hair and tell embarrassing stories, about when you were two and ended up peeing all over the next door neighbour's house, in front of your friends; the types of parents who don't know about every single drug and gun out there; the types of parents who are so clueless to things it's easy to piss them around and say that 'Yes dad I am studying' when in fact your doing anything but.
How I wish my parents were normal. Instead I have men coming in and out of my house at the most random hours on business. Instead, my dad can be known to stay at home all day and then suddenly rush out of the house at eleven at night on – again – urgent business. Instead of having screaming matches with my parents about how they won't let me stay out past 11, I have screaming matches with them about why someone is following my every bloody move.
Out of my whole family, I think I am the one of the only sane ones. I've mentioned my four over protective brothers. Alexandro is 23, the oldest out of all of us. He's the one who is most probably going to take over the family business. I'm not really that close to him – mostly because I don't see him as my brother. I see him like I see every one of the men that waltz in and out of my house. The second oldest is Camerino - 21 years old and probably the scariest. I've known him my whole life and I get scared of the guy when he gets furious. Definitely not one to mess with! Next is Marcelo – a seventeen year old guy who's probably the only other person in the family who actually understands me. He's only a year older than me, but we both love to sit and talk about how screwed up our family is. I tell him everything, and he tells me everything. I've grown up, knowing that no matter what he'll always be there for me – two steps behind. And last but not least is Emilio. Emilio is 14; however, acts like he's 20. He's more than interested in the family business and I feel sorry for the people that come across him when he's in a temper.
All four boys are protective off me – seeing as I am the only girl, they feel that it is their duty to 'ward off any bastard who dares come near her' – their words not mine! And how, you may ask, how do I not crack under the constant scrutiny from those around? Honestly, I have no bloody idea! But I do know that I've survived sixteen years of it…
There are times when I wish that people didn't know me. There are times when I wish that people didn't try and keep their distance. Because the name 'Montez' seems to be a pretty damn well known name around here. Everyone knows what the name Montez means. And when they hear that I am Gabriella Montez? They just put two and two together and make sure that they're well away from me. The few friends that I have aren't actually my friends. They're more of that whole 'acquaintances' thing. You know the people you just hang around with because to be honest, you've got no one else to spend your time scoffing food down your face with.
Let me tell you, having people who are scared to befriend you can be pretty damn tiring. And considering the fact that within a few yards there is always someone circling around, someone who everyone knows would beat the shit out of them if there was trouble for me, no one dares approach me. To be honest, the people that I sit with only let me sit with them so that they feel that little bit of extra excitement in their lives by sitting with me. Just so that out of their whole day of burying their faces in books and turning down their noses on people who are less smarter than them which is practically most people, they can say 'I sat with Gabriella Montez today – yes the Gabriella Montez'.
And why you may ask is my life so messed up? Simple! I, Gabriella Montez, have been given the utmost pleasure note the sarcasm of being the only daughter of Jose Montez.
And who you may ask, is Jose Montez? Simple! Jose Montez is most probably, you're worst nightmare. Jose Montez is the man in charge. Jose Montez is wanted but untouchable…
Jose Montez is a notorious mobster – the top mobster!
And I, Gabriella Montez, am a Mob Princess!
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Being a Mob Princess obviously has some perks. Like the fact that I have never had to deal with bullies; I always have a good allowance; and I know that I will always have people guaranteeing my safety. However, even though there are perks there are also serious flaws. And it's those flaws which I recognise the most.
An average school day usually consists of me blending into the background – true when I walk down the hall people look at me – but they don't speak to me and I don't speak to them. Sometimes I wish that when people look at me, it's not out of fear – instead out of admiration. Take Troy Bolton. He walks down the hall way and people are gazing at him longingly. All the boys want to be him and all the girls want to date him. Why? Simple – he's the bloody basketball captain. He flings balls down a court and gets all that attention. I've got to admit, Troy Bolton is bloody hot - floppy sandy blonde fringe; athletic body and the most intense blue eyes. Only problem is, he's strictly off limits. Why? Simple really - Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez go together like tyres and nails; oil and water; Goths and pink. Why?
Because I'm a Mob Princess, and he – Troy Bolton's an FBI prince!
A/N So anyway… hope you enjoyed and please review! Even if it's to tell me you hated it – just tell me what you thought. I really like reading what people have got to say…
BTW as the chapters go on there will be an increase in Troyella. I know that Troy was only mentioned in the last paragraph but I wanted you to understand Gabriella's family…
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