It was a Cold October Night, Troy Bolton was traveling from Alberqurque New Mexico, to Kentwood Lousiana. why you may ask? his on a quest to find a girl, someone had told him that he would get a 5,000,000 dollar award for killing her. and well, he needed the money, for many reasons, College, and a place to live. when he was walking on the dirty road, a car pulled up, "need a lift?" Troy looked at her, "umm It's kind of far.. could you handle it." The Brunette rolled her eyes, "come on. hop in." Troy sighed and got into the passenger side. "I'm Gabriella Montez.." That was her, this was the girl that was his target. "Troy..Troy Bolton." she smiled, "what brings you here? where you from? seems like you've been walking forever."
Troy sighed, shaking the chill out of his hair; it was long and hung over his eyes. Gabriella thought he looked like Logan Thibault from Nicholas Sparks' book The Lucky One. But, then again, that's her hopeless romantic side coming out. "Uh...I'm just walking to walk, why do you need to know?" Okay...rude. Gabriella rolled her eyes, "just asking..it's about 11 at night and your walking." Troy leaned back in the seat, "just drive, I'm heading to Louisana."
Gabriella looked at him, "ok." The rest of the car ride was silent, until Gabriella asked, "So where am I taking you too?" Troy shrugged, "Just take me to the nearest motel." Gabriella looked at him, "You don't want to do that." he looked at her, "why not?" she sighed, "Motels are dangerous places to stay at.." he looked at her chuckling a bit, "Darling, does it look like I need protection? I can take care of myself?" she bit her bottom lip, "you can come stay at my place? I need help with work if your needing a job." Troy looked at her, "what kind of job?" she smiled, "I have a Restraunt.. called Gabi's, it was my dad's place before he died and named it after me.. I need some help there."
Troy looked at her, he was debating it; his cerulean blue eyes critical in the way they moved over her body when he peeked at her from the corner of his eye, "No toilets." Gabriella bit her lip, "uh...kind of comes with that job that's available." he narrowed his eyes, "what's the job?" Gabriella sighed, "just general...you know, waiter and custodian at night." Troy groaned, he was supposed to kill this chick not work for her and be a lap dog. "Will you take it?" he looked at her, "Maybe...but no toilets." wow, so persistent. Gabriella nodded, "Maybe." she repeated his earlier phrase.
As they pulled up into her drive-way, she turned to him, "You wanna stay here.. until you can get a place of your own?" Troy sighed, "I'm not staying here forever, I hope you know that." she laughed, "Yeah I kind of figured." he raised an eyebrow, "you just seem like your here for some reason..looking for something.." Troy looked at her. she smiled, "I'll umm show you to your room.. follow me," he picked up his bag, following her inside. she layed her keys on the table. he followed her up the stairs into the bedroom. "This is is?" he looked at the empty guest room. "you don't get company alot, do you?" she sighed, "yeah.." he went over laying his stuff on the bed, "umm Thanks." he said. she smiled, "Don't mention it.. my rooms just across the hall.. is there anything you want for dinner?"
Troy shrugged, "yeah...food that doesn't taste like roadkill." Gabriella giggled, wrapping her arms around herself, "well hope you like stewbeef, it's my memaw's recipe." he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets; maybe he could slip something in her drink with dinner...naw too simple. "Well I'm gonna get settled." Gabriella nodded, "okay I'll just go down stairs and ...yeah."
she turned to walk downstairs. for some odd reason, Troy started feeling a little uneasy about this. The girl was beautiful and sweet. why would anyone want to hurt her. but he had to have that money. he sighed, looking around the room sitting on the bed. he came downstairs to find Gabriella cooking dinner. he looked at her, "so umm when does this job..start?" she looked at him, "Umm you can start tomorrow or in a few days.. for right now, you should take it easy."
He nodded wordlessly, Gabriella hummed quietly to herself, mixing vegetables into a pot of beef that was in a pot of gravy. Troy wrinkled his nose, "and that is.." he was looking over his shoulder, she smiled, "it is my memaw's recipe for stew beef...emphasis on stew." Troy wrinkled his nose further, if it was something his parents taught him, it was honesty. "Well it looks like shit." Gabriella looked at him, "oh really?" "No fooling, it's brown and gunky...looks like shit." Gabriella raised an eyebrow, turning and flipping off the heat of the stove, "then you cook."
Troy smirked, "I will." she crossed her arms letting him go up to the stove, "what do you suggest you would like to eat?" she shrugged, "I don't know.. Crab Alfredo." Troy smirked, "Alright, wheres the stuff." she smirked back going to the cabniets, and ruffling through them and pulling out the sauce and the noodles and crab. "There." he smirked, grabbing it from her, "Thank you." he looked into her eyes as he held the sauce, with both their hands on it. he couldn't look away from her eyes, he could, but it would be hard.
"Okay," Gabriella said, "you can cook now...since my memaw's stew beef is apparently 'shitty'." Troy scoffed, "I'm surprised you've kept the restaurant open for as long as you have." Gabriella opened her mouth to say something but Troy turned and yanked the crab alfredo stuff out from under her hands, "I'll cook...that'll be my job at the diner." Gabriella narrowed her eyes, "I cook." Troy shook his head, "yeah...then the customers will be not coming unless we hold them hostage. I cook."
Gabriella glared at him, "Fine." she walked passed him, he watched her, "Where are you going?" she smiled looking at him, "I'm gonna go swing in the back yard." Before Troy could say anything, she had dissapeared into the back yard.
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At Dinner, Gabriella took a bite of the food Troy made. Gabriella smiled, "Wow Troy..didn't know you could cook so well.." Troy chuckled, "haha very funny." she smiled, "It's actually very good.. you need to give me the recipe before you leave.." Troy nodded, "yeah, I'll do that.." they sat their in silence for awhile till Gabriella spoke. "I"ll wash the dishes." she got up grabbing her dish and his.
Troy stayed seated, how could he...kill her? She was nice. Firery, hot headed, but nice. He groaned silently, was money really worth it? Was it? The sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen made Troy look up; he could see her shadow on the floor. He sighed, getting up from the table and walking over to her, "Hey...I'll help you." Gabriella looked at him, "oh the coldfish has a heart for helping?" he chuckled, "Ha. Ha."
Gabriella smiled softly, and Troy grabbed the dishes from her and they cleaned the dishes together. "So.. you live here by yourself?" he asked. Gabriella nodded, "yeah, It gets..lonely at times.. but I get used to it.. it's actually peaceful..living on my own.." Troy nodded, Gabriella looked at him, "So, Traveled from where to here?" Troy chuckled, "From Alberqurque New Mexico." Gabriella's eyes widened, "That far.. for what reason?" he shrugged, "I don't know..felt like a walk." she rolled her eyes, "Please Troy.. you have to be here for a reason to walk that far."
Oh he does, not that he'll tell her or anybody what that reason is. "I just felt like a walk." He repeated, then for good measure, he added, "I like to walk." Gabriella nodded and said, "Uh huh." disbelief in her tone, "Troy I have a sixth sense for guessing why people do things." He gulped, paying more attention to the dishes in front of him, Gabriella continued, "You need money. And it just happened to be fate that I picked you up..." she was half right. "I'm right?" curse Troy for voicing his thoughts. He grimaced, "half," He corrected, "I do need money, I just didn't expect anybody to pick me up."
Gabriella looked at him, and leaning towards the counter, "why do you need money for?" she jumped herself up on the counter, opening the fridge beside her reaching for two canes of pepsi, giving him one. he opened it, and took a sip, "For college..I need money so I can go to college.. and for my own home." she took a sip of her pepsi. "oh.. that's..understandable I guess." Troy looked at her, "You don't seem so sure." she shrugged, "I don't know.. you just seem..different...there seems more to the story..I just can't.. figure it out."
Troy took another sip, Gabriella bit her bottom lip, "what's the real reason your here Troy." she whispered. he looked at her, looking away, "I told you before.." he looked down at the dishes, "I like to walk." Gabriella sighed, but nodded, she didn't want to push him to tell her. "Alright.. well um..I'm going to umm get in the shower.."
Troy stifled a laugh, "Shower huh? Mind if I watch?" Gabriella snorted, "yeah...when fire spurts from my ass." his eyebrows rose, "that's something I'd like to see-" "come within 100 feet of my bathroom while I'm in there and I will sneak into your room at night and cut off your favourite appendage." Troy smirked, "the first part sounds nice." she rolled her eyes, "Grow up." he laughed, "I will...as soon as your ass starts sagging." "that won't happen till I'm 65." "Well I have till then to grow up then."
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "I'll see you later." she walked upstairs and dissapeared through the bathroom. Troy watched her go upstairs. what was wrong with him? his suppose to kill her, and be done with her.. his starting to like her, and have feelings for her. he didn't like this.. he made a deal. he needed to find out about her past, find out why this guy is after her. he'll find out soon.. one way or another.