Title: Mistaken Summer
Disclaimer: I so do not own anything.
Claimer: Only own my normal claims.
Rating: Not sure yet so, question mark and probably will be determined in later chapters, that each might have a different rating.
Feedback: Is Zac Efron/Troy Bolton hot? Is Zanessa/Troyella the most breathtaking couple EVER? Should Zanessa do more romantic or just any kind of movies together & should HSM go on forever? Should we HSM lovers rule the world as opposed to the Twihard lovers? If the answer to all of these questions is yes, well then you have my answer. :]
Characters: My normal characters that I love to write about.
Pairings: My normal ones that I love more than anything…Troy and Gabriella (eventually), Taylor and Chad, Jason and Kelsi, Ryan and Martha (eventually), and Zeke and Sharpay (eventually).
Full Summary: What if Troy sees Gabriella at Lava Springs weeks after their poolside breakup, and when he sees her…she's not alone. Not only is she with their friends, but she's also with Ryan Evans? Making him wonder if the Wildcats and most importantly is Gabriella replacing him with Sharpay's twin. Find out the answers to these questions and how Troy (and Sharpay) plan on handling it in "Mistaken Summer"!
Story Started: June 19, 2010.
Chapter Finished: June 20, 2010.
Author's Note: Well, here's the prologue to my new summer story which there will hopefully be more summer stories to come, but I really can't promise it. Anyways, I'm hoping that you all will enjoy it and like my twist of how Troy fixed things that summer (with a little help along the way) he got new Italian leather shoes. Please read and review, keep reading also.
XO,
Jess.
=Mistaken Summer=
-Chapter One: Prologue-
"Ah, Mr. Bolton just the person I was searching for," Mr. Fulton, the manager at the Evans' family's country club, Lava Springs, and Mr. Bolton's boss, said.
"Good morning, Mr. Fulton, what can I do for you?" Troy Alexander Bolton or the young Mr. Bolton, East High School's Junior Varsity & Varsity basketball captain, replied as he turned around from walking into the kitchen with a fake smile.
"Well, seeing as you and a couple more junior staff members are the only ones working besides the normal employees, I need you to fill up jobs for the other junior staff members today," Mr. Fulton, informed the young basketball god.
"Okay?"
"Very well," Mr. Fulton replied, "I'll need you to cater to Mr. Evans and his group of friends today – you may have another employee help you as long as you both do your work – and I'll also need you to caddy for him and his friends later on today if needed."
"Okay, but what about my golf lessons today?" Troy asked referring to the golf lessons he taught as the Lava Springs' Golf Pro.
"The lessons for today will be postponed until Monday, seeing as its Friday and you don't work on Saturday's or Sunday's."
"Alright, then will do."
"Good," Mr. Fulton replied, "I'll check in with you later and by the way, good morning to you too, Mr. Bolton and you may also go eat breakfast before changing…I do believe Chef Michaels just got done with a fresh batch of double chocolate chip pancakes, hash browns, and hot chocolate and or coffee."
"Thanks have a nice day, Mr. Fulton," Troy replied.
"You too, Mr. Bolton, good luck."
"Thanks," the staff member replied before walking into the kitchen and greeting the chef, "Morning, Chef."
"Moring, Troy. Hungry?" Chef Michaels greeted the young basketball player.
"Very, thanks, this looks good," Troy, said with a smile as he grabbed the plate he was offered before pouring himself a cup of milk out of the gallon that was reserved for the junior staff members whenever they were craving the liquid.
"Well, it's as good as it looks, not that I'm bragging, of course," Chef Michaels replied with a smirk.
"Of course your not," Troy replied with a knowing smile.
"Just go eat before you have to do you get to work," Chef chuckled and Troy joined him with his own laughter before he sat down at the table in the kitchen and began to eat.
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"Where are the rest of the junior staffers at?" Troy asked as he put his plate into the big stainless steel dishwasher instead of putting it into the sink and adding it onto the pile of dishes that the dishwasher – that was normally his friend, Jason Allen Cross – had to do.
"They all have today off," Chef replied as began to fix plates with double chocolate chip pancakes, hash browns, and bacon.
"Oh."
"Yep," Chef Michaels replied as he filled glasses up with an assortment of drinks before saying after checking everything over, "Here you go this all goes to Mr. Evans' table this morning."
"But, I haven't took their orders yet, how do you know what they want or which place I put which thing at on the table?" Troy asked, completely confused, but nonetheless loaded up a trolley with the first batch of plates and glasses.
"Easy, I was given their orders by Mr. Fulton this morning, who got them off of Mr. E last night," Chef replied, "You'll know which table they will be at and which place setting you need to put food and a certain drink at because there's a little slip of paper that has each order and drink on it."
"Ah," Troy replied, "Well, I'll go set these all on the table and be back for another load, so it's all ready to go."
"Good thinking, especially seeing as the group will be here in ten to fifteen minutes. Plus look at it this way; at least you won't be getting overwhelmed by all of the orders being fired at you all at once."
"True," Troy replied before he took the trolley and entered the dinning room through the swinging door that had a small window and that separated the kitchen from the dining area.
"How are things going with you tables?" Chef Michaels asked Troy as the young waiter got a drink of Pepsi, while waiting for a set of his orders to be up.
"Good and shockingly, Mr. Evans' table hasn't needed me or even called me over. In fact, the only time, I've been over that way was to set the table this morning and that was it," the young waiter replied.
"I see," the chef replied.
"Yeah, I - ," Troy started to say, but was cut off by something he heard coming from the dining room.
"What is it?" Chef Michaels asked and hearing probably the same thing Troy was, he smiled in realization, "Looks like they're ready to start the day. It's a good thing Mr. E took them out for breakfast this morning."
Troy just nodded as he walked towards the door that separated the dining and kitchen areas and looked through the small window to see that the Mr. Evans or Mr. E that they were all referring to was the younger version by the name of Ryan rather than the older version known as Vance.
As he looked out of the small window, he heard the last line to East High's basketball team's famous chant of "What Team" and it was then that he noticed the crowd that surrounded the younger Mr. Evans, it was his group of friends and…his ex-girlfriend?
What's Gabriella doing with him? Troy thought as he looked at the beautiful Filipina by the name of Gabriella Marie Montez. The beautiful Filipina was dressed in a cute and innocent white 'Katrina' sundress from Abercrombie & Fitch (A & F) that had the classic sweetheart neckline with lace detailing, thick comfy straps that met at the back, an empire waist, and A & F's moose embroidered near the hem of the dress that fell mid-thigh on her tanned and toned legs. On her feet sat a pair of black Colin Stuart 4-inch slingback wedges, while an eighteen-karat yellow gold anchor pendant necklace from Tiffany & Co. (T& Co.) sat around her neck. A pair of matching anchor earrings sat in her ears, which you could only catch a glimpse of when she pushed her some of her shoulder length dark brown waves behind her ears. Her make up was naturally done and on her head sat a pair of black sunglasses while over her right shoulder sat a black leather tote from Prada.
God, memory of her and her beauty doesn't even compare to the real thing, Troy thought before a simple phrase of 'what the fuck' slipped through his mouth when he saw Ryan do a funky kind of handshake with an afro-haired African American teenaged male before he threw his arm over Gabriella's shoulders. Troy continued to watch and glare as Ryan, with his arm still over Gabriella's shoulders, led the group away from the dining room table they were sitting at and out of the dining room.
To be continued…
Well, there you all have it, the prologue (aka: chapter one) for this summer story is done and I'm hoping to get some feedback from you guys telling me what you all thought so, please do remember to R&R. Now, I really don't know when I'll be able to update or post this story because as of Friday, my laptop somehow had the inside of the LCD screen cracked so, I have to get a new screen or hope that my warrenty will cover the cost of getting a new one, which I will hopefully be able to get all of my stuff off of my previous laptop (the broken one) so I don't lose everything. Here's hoping, but for now I'll be using the home computer desktop and the laptops at school – only until Friday, seeing as that's when my summer school for my missing attendance will be up, thank God – to write my stories and all of that for now. I am hoping by next month though, that everything will be back to normal with me and my writing. Love you all!
XOXO,
Jessica.
P.S. Guess what? The trivia part of my stories is back! So please feel free to take a wing at it!
Trivia Q: When Mr. Fulton assigns jobs to the Wildcats in HSM3, what does Zeke say when Mr. Fulton says to him, "Zeke, you'll be working with Chef Michaels in…"…in what?
Author's Note 06/28/2010: Well, I guess I should take the time to quickly explain why I have been kind of MIA lately and the truth of the matter is a) my laptop's screen is broken on the inside so until I can save up the money, I will be working on what I can with my stories from my home desktop computer, which is total bummer. And b) I guess I should admit to you guys that as of recently writing some of these stories has really felt like homework, and I being a girl who's not big on homework…well, I'm sure you all get the point that I am trying to make, or at least I hope you all do.
You know, when a story is keeping me up at night, and I am waking up at four am in the morning and thinking 'Yes! That is what should happen in this moment!' Then that is when I can write with happiness and enthusiasm. Therefore, right now if feels like homework, like I have already mentioned…and believe me it really does. In addition, when things feel like homework and I have a seriously supreme case of writer's block; things go very, very slowly for me.
So, hopefully when I take down these to stories and get to work on other ones as well as the two and the promised ones, and while I start working, I'm hoping that my writer's block will long be forgotten and my laptop's screen's fixed so I can do what I love and that is to write. However, for now this is me signing out and risking my readers and reviewers until I can post another story or chapter. I love you all; please never doubt that.
Hoping you Understand,
Jessica or bangelluvforever
"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes."
~ Henry David Thoreau