A/N: Drabble number two. Category? Troy, Gabriella, and a bottle of sunscreen.
"Troy!" Gabriella shrieked, as her boyfriend hovered over her with an open bottle of sunscreen.
"Why won't you put some on?" he asked, fake pouting.
"Because it's going to be cold," Gabriella said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're such a baby," Troy teased.
"But I'm your baby."
"I was never one for terms of endearment, but sure. You'll always be my baby."
"You're so sweet."
"So does that mean you'll put on the sunscreen?"
"Nope."
By the end of their vacation, Gabriella had a huge sunburn and Troy walked around school with a smirk on his face.
