Turkey Day Disaster

a DiSNEY.MANiAC three-shot

Summary: Gabriella invites Troy over for Thanksgiving dinner, and everything Troy thought couldn't go wrong... went wrong.

DISCLAIMER: I disclaim

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PART I

turkey day invite

"And, that, class, is why Thanksgiving is a perfect theme for a fall musicale!" Mrs. Darbus exclaimed to the class.

"Do you even think that's a valid reason?" Chad whispered to Troy.

"Do you even think anything Mrs. Darbus says has a valid reason?" Troy whispered back to Chad.

"Ah, Mr. Bolton and Mr. Danforth! I see we're having a whispering party! Well, let me join," Mrs. Darbus said, walking over to the two. "You both have detention after school," she whispered.

"Aw, man!" Troy and Chad groaned.

"That reminds me! Turkey is, dare I say, awesome theme for a fall musicale!" Mrs. Darbus.

"Why is that?" a student in the class asked.

"Because, of course, it's—"

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! The school bell rung, signaling the end of school.

Troy and Chad got up putting there stuff up in their lockers, getting ready for detention.

Gabriella spotted them and walked over to Troy.

"You just had to talk, didn't you?" She asked to both of them.

"Well, I had to. I always get me and Troy detention on the weekends!" Chad exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.

"He has a point," Troy agreed.

"Anyway, I'll be waiting for you outside the auditorium when you finished. I have to ask you something!" Gabriella started walking off. She turned around and went back to Troy. "Just a tip, paint the biggest thing in there. More time consuming."

Troy and Gabriella kissed goodbye and she walked off to the vending machine, while Troy and Chad walked to the detention.

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"Can you believe it!? Mrs. Darbus actually gave us a normal detention where we actually copy crap down! And it wasn't about drama crap!" Troy told Gabriella in disbelief.

"Are you serious? That's strange. Maybe Thanksgiving is doing something with her mind," Gabriella joked.

"Oh, yeah! What'd you have to ask me?" Troy asked.

"What're you doing for Thanksgiving?" she asked.

"Nothing. My family never does anything special for Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. Or New Year. Or Marin Luther King Jr. Day. Or Valentine's Day. Or Presidents Day. Or St. Patrick's Day. Or Easter. Or Halloween. Or my Birthday," Troy said.

"Well, I guess you can have Thanksgiving dinner with my family?" Gabriella asked excitedly.

"With your family? You mean mom, dad, annoying little sister and brother?" Troy asked.

"And aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends," Gabriella added.

"I don't know. I'm gonna be nervous. You know how I get when I'm nervous!"

FLASHBACK

"Troy, present your project, please," Mr. Cyrus told him.

A series of burps, farts, and barfs started at one time.

When Troy got up, he smelled worse than a dead skunk left on the road for a year. He had vomit stains on his blue shirt, blue jeans and his shoes.

"Hi, my name is Troy," Troy said as he started to present his project.

END FLASHBACK

"Yeah, I was embarrassed for you," Gabriella said. "But, come on, Troy! Do it for me?" Gabriella asked him.

"I'll think about it… no," he told her.

"Troy, just think about it. You're gonna spend another Thanksgiving alone in your room, staring at the wall, thinking about the next basketball trophy you'll get, in silence, when you could be having the time of your life with your favorite-ist girlfriend in the whole entire universe!" Gabriella told him.

"Come over to my house an hour before it starts," Troy said, unenthusiastically.

"Why an hour?" Gabriella asked.

"So I can practice in front of you to show you what I'm gonna do there!" Troy said.