A/N: Hey, I know I really shouldn't be starting a new story with my other two, but I just couldn't help myself from putting this up. Basically, if I get reviews, I'll update. If I don't, then it will go to the bottom of my list. I think the interesting part about this story is that I got the idea from a Cosmo article about a woman who decided to take the baby making/ biological timing in her own hands (I hope I didn't just give too much away). Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
P.S- watch for a story that I am co-writing with HSMfanwholovestoread. All we know right now is that it is a Troyella and involves a Pro Bono case. When I find out more I will post a note on my stories. We are just working out the details right now!
Disclaimer: Only own idea!
Title: A Chosen Life
Summary: Nineteen year old Weston Montez never knew the truth behind his true existence. That was until his professor gave him a strange assignment- Trace back your heritage and report back. With a little snooping and a click of a mouse, Wes found more than he bargained for. When he does finally figure out his mother's biggest secret, will he be the one to make all his mother's forgotten dreams a reality? Troy and Gabriella!
Chapter Title: Introduction
Rating: T
Author: MCmsSHORTY
The blur of the computer screen seemed to make Weston even more tired than he already was. He started to rub his blue eyes as a last ditch effort to stay awake, he didn't care that it was two o'clock in the morning; all he cared about was the stupid assignment he had to complete. He never really understood why professors feel the need to torture their students with pointless projects. In his opinion, family heritage was a simple part of life, one that you could life without knowing about. It didn't help either that he only knew half of his heritage, which was that of his mother's side. His father wasn't ever a part of his family picture, actually, his mother couldn't even bring herself to discuss the issue, and when they did, she always left it with, 'honey, you don't have a father'. Yeah right, everyone has to have a father, it's not like anyone could just procreate on their own. Wes would always leave it along after that though because he figured it was her cope out to the actual answer, but either way, right now, he was cursing his family's dysfunctional existence. His thoughts flowed through his mind as his blue eyes absentmindedly followed the lines of words on the page in front of him, family crest…. Meaning… blah, blah, blah…. The only thing that made sense to him at that moment weren't the words on the page but that at least he knew one thing about his father, he had blue eyes. There was no way he got those from his chocolate brown eyed mother, Gabriella that cared for him alone for nineteen years. His eyes broke contact with the meaningless text for a moment when a ringing came from the desk next to his dorm room bed. His eyes quickly scanned the time and sat up straight, he had had a goal of finishing up the paper and research by three and going to bed. That was definitely out of the question now. He cursed himself for starting the paper at midnight, the day of which it was due and it finally hit him that he only had eight more hours to complete the work. He maximized the Word Document that held his paper and read his work so far. The heritage of the Montez family is… is what? He had no freaking clue.
Just an intro… I think it would be cool to get some guesses to what you think about what Wes's background really is. I left some obvious clues for sure, but trust me; it's not a straight path to the answer.