Author's Note:
I am deeply sorry.
But I am revising this, HAHA. I just feel like Gabriella was getting a bit inconsistent, and well, Troy's just too perfect. XD
Stay posted! :D I'll post Chapter One again soon. But please stick to the story. Don't worry. The plot will be clearer soon.
Much love,
Craving XOXO
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And so this doesn't count as purely an author's note!
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"Troy!" Gabriella yelped, rushing onto the couch and jumping onto his lap. Troy gasped in surprise at the sudden weight on his legs, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. He stifled a laugh, pulling her close.
"What's the problem, Gabs?"
"There's a… there's a… frog in the kitchen!" Gabriella buried her face into his shoulder, her fists holding his shirt tightly in a death grip. Troy's brow wrinkled in confusion.
"But… don't you cut up frogs in Biology all the time?"
"Those frogs are fully sedated, and I touch them with gloves. But if they're alive and… hopping, they are disgusting!" Gabriella growled when she heard a low rumble in Troy's chest. "Don't laugh at me!"
"I'm not laughing!" Troy said a little bit too cheerfully for her tastes. Gabriella got off his lap and slumped onto the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. Her lips were fixed into a childish pout, and Troy couldn't help but lean over and kiss her gently. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll get the frog and put it outside."
Gabriella didn't answer. Troy sighed and pressed soft kisses against her cheek and over her nose. Gabriella closed her eyes, subconsciously letting a sigh escape her lips. "Ugh, fine. I love you," she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck. Troy laughed against her skin. "But don't mock me like that ever again, you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am." Troy laughed and scooped her up in his arms. "Time to fight the evil frog of death! No worries, fair maiden! Your Knight in shining armor has arrived!"
"Hmm, funny how that fits you so well." Gabriella let out a giggle as Troy groaned in annoyance.
"Why do I love you?" he questioned. His nose wrinkled, feeling Gabriella's dark curls brush across his nose.
"Because I'm awesome and independent." She smiled brightly.
"Says the girl who ran into the living room because she's scared of a living, non-sedated frog." THWACK! "I'm sorry!"