My Drug

Summary: "It's like you're my drug. I want you, but I shouldn't have you. I shouldn't have you but I need you. I need you, but there's so many people trying to keep us away... And even after all this... I still want you..." Troy-x-Gabriella.

You Have No Idea

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Hmm... You can't really call this my first fic can you? Lol...

Well, hope yuuh's like it =3

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Seventeen year old Gabriella Montez groaned, as beads of light from the half opened shutters hit

her with the morning sun.

It was needless to say, that she had not had a good night.

Her mother, thirty-one year old Marilyn, had brought home a guy.

And it obviously wasn't just any old guy, judging from the disturbing sounds coming from the

unfortunately thin walls.

Blinking in the harshness of the light, she pulled her hair up into a messy side pony, checked that her

pink singlet top and gray sweat pants were on properly, and made her way down the stairs.

A delicious smell was wafting around the house, drawing Gabriella towards the kitchen.

"Bacon and eggs?" she called out to her mother.

"Uh... Yeah..." a voice called out.

"Mom?" Gabriella stopped.

That was definitely not Marilyn's voice.

If there was to be any confusement, last night had definitely cleared up what her mother sounded

like.

"You're mother is still sleeping, thought I'd make her breakfast in bed..."

The person at the stove turned around, and Gabriella froze.

This guy was gorgeous.

She drank in the sandy blonde hair, the small, slightly bemused smile and his eyes..... his eyes were

just.....Beautiful.

A deep.... Cobalt blue, that gave of the image of a peaceful, unmoving ocean.

"Troy." He held out his hand, breaking her out of her reverie.

Stop it Gabriella! She scolded herself, then realised Troy was still waiting for a response.

"Gabriella...."

Troy glanced at her, his eyes skimming up and down her body, resting for half a second on her chest,

before raising to meet hers again.

"Aren't you a little.....Old; to be Marilyn's daughter?"

"She was quite young when she had me." Gabriella muttered, trying not to stare at his well defined

chest.

It was amazing the sort of effect Troy seemed to have on people, or maybe it was just her...

"So how old are you, exactly." He turned back around pretending to be flipping the eggs in the pan,

when he was really trying to hide the huge bulge that had just grown in his pants.

He definitely hadn't counted on a girl like this.

When she'd told him she had a kid, he'd thought eight, ten tops.

But a goddamned teenager?

And a pretty hot one at that. As soon as it entered, he pushed the thought away.

"Seventeen."

She was practically an adult!

"Hi guys!" a cheerful voice erupted the tension in the room.

Hoping desperately that she wouldn't see the erection, he turned around to face his girlfriend,

pasting a smile on his face, "Hey sweetie."

She walked up to him giving him a small peck on the mouth.

"So when are you gunna bring your stuff over?"

He gave her a puzzled glance, and motioned towards Gabriella, "You asked her yet?"

"Asked me what?" Gabriella flashed them a suspicious look.

She had just missed the beginning of the sentence.

"Don't worry; Gabby'll be fine with it,"

"Fine. With. What?" She clenched her teeth.

She hated it when people spoke for her.

Marilyn finally seemed to notice that her daughter was in the room, her eyes flickering to her

somewhat tentatively.

"I uhh.... I asked Troy to move in with us."

Fuck.

"Mom." Gabriella's face was blank, "Can we please... talk about this in the-- other room..."

She nodded, following her daughter into the living room.

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Gabriella stared at Marilyn, waiting for an answer.

"First you.....traumatise me with disturbing sounds," Her mother blushed, "And now you're asking

this guy to move in?!" She stared at her, "Aren't you supposed to be the adult? The sensible one?!

I'm supposed to be stupid and reckless, not you!"

She laughed at her daughter's logic, then turned serious.

"I really like him Gabby."

"You've only been out once!"

She blushed, "Actually, we've been going steady for quite a while...."

Gabriella stared at her.

There goes MY excuse!

"I just didn't want to tell you in case it didn't work out..."

But Gabriella wasn't listening.

She was groping, for another reason, any reason, to keep Troy out of the house.

"And—What, I don't even get a say in this?"

"I really didn't think you would mind."

"Well I do."

They stared at each other, both stubborn, and refusing to break the eye contact.

"Gabriella, Troy is moving in. You're gunna have to deal with that."

"No he isn't." She stated stubbornly.

"Gabby, you can't tell me who is and isn't living in my house. Troy will be living with us."

She started for the door, but was stopped by Gabriella's pleading voice, "Mami!"

Marilyn turned around, a more sympathetic expression on her face, "Just, just give Troy a chance will

you? If you two'll hit off. I'm sure you're gunna love him!"

If only you knew....

Gabriella's shoulders sagged, a sign of defeat.

Her mother smiled, giving her a small kiss on the forehead, "Just one chance Gabby, that's all I ask."

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Well, I'm pretty sure y'all know how that's gunna work out.... ;D

Oo- the rating will be changing, just so yuuh guy's know, as there will be some.... higher, stuff soon;)

Review please =)

Oh, and just so yuuh guy's know, i've got the second chapter ready, i'm only waiting for reveiws.

I'm thinking about approx fifteen for this chap. I know it's alot, but you have to be cruel to be kind. =I

-Kuma (it's a part in my middle name...The perfect alias =D) xO'

P.S- The setting of the page isn't annoying anyone is it?

I saw this other author who did it like this, and I just thought it might make it easier to read.... :)