So, I lied when I said that it would be a couple of weeks. I needed to get this out of my system and write. I haven't been sleeping much lately... too much on my damn mind. You know how that is, right guys? Anyways, here's my new story. I hope you like it! And please read and review! I love you guys, and I hope you like this as much as you liked Blame It On The Rain. I have a thing for naming my stroies after songs, but this ones named after a conversation I had with my manager at work, and you'll see why in the later chapters. But... I was inspired by this story when I was at work the other day.. on my day off when I ran into someone from elementary school! Anyway, I don't wanna give too much away. ;) ENJOY!
Gabriella was shaking in her tiny All-Star Converse as she was pushed into a dimly lit closest by her tiny group of friends.
As her dark eyes adjusted to the new light, she met the bright blue of the boy who stared back at her. Troy Bolton, the heartbreaker of the fifth grade. The boy every girl wanted to be pushed into Chad's closet with. He and Gabriella had been pushed into the Danforth's coat closest as a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven but right now, all Gabriella was thinking was she was as scared as Hell.
She always thought Troy was cute. The way he smiled and his braces seemed to show. The gap between his two from teeth closing with due time. His shaggy brown hair was always messy as it hung below his ears. His bright blue eyes were her favorite part about the curious boy. hHe was nice but he didn't talk to her. It seemed to her every time he was around her, he went the other way. He had only said a few words to her here and there, then rushing off to be with his group of friends. Though, one day, when her lunch room parter didn't come to school, he helped her carry up the lunch boxes before recess.
The eleven year old Gabriella jumped at how bright Troy's beautiful eyes looked in the small dark space. His tasseled brown hair hug over his eyes, a small grin spreading across his chapped lips.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked, his warm hand reaching out to touch the small girl.
"Yeah," She shrugged lightly, as she saw the boy smile at her. "So, some friends, huh?" She grinned to, her perfect white teeth showing slightly, making a young basketball player glow with jealously, taking note that her teeth were perfect.
A hearty chuckle escaped the lips of the boy, his braces glistening in the shadowed light. "Yeah," Troy chuckled at Gabriella's mood lightening joke. A silence falling between the two. She could hear the whispers on the other side of the door. Her heart racing at the thought of their friends talking about the pair. Breaking the silence, Troy spoke softly, "We're supposed to kiss now, I guess."
"Oh," Gabriella's hushed voice said, pushing her tiny hands into her hooded sweatshirt, starting to feel uncomfortable.
"But only if you want too," The small boy added quickly, hoping to keep the situation from becoming even more awkward.
"Yeah, I mean, what if they ask us about it?" She question softly, straightening out the red sweatshirt her hands were dug into.
"Right," Troy agreed, another silence fell between the two. A cough erupted from the boy's throat, catching the attention of the tiny girl. Their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Gabriella nodded, giving him a look that would reassure him. His blue eyes closed softly, leaning into the small Latina. Soon, her eyes closed too, copying the actions Troy had just done. She leaned in to kiss the boy who stood slightly above her, her lips puckering at the thought of getting to kiss the cutest boy in the fifth grade. Their lips met for a brief moment as they were pressed together. Their hands helplessly as their side. Pulling apart, the two slowly opened their eyes, staring back into the other's curiously.
"Well…" Gabriella sighed softly, her dark eyes looking awkwardly to her side. "That wasn't what I thought it was going to be," She confessed slightly. Troy let out a small laugh, nodding.
"Yeah," He said softly, scratching the back of his neck. And as he dropped his hand down the side of his waist, his growing hands gripped the small sides of the eleven year old Latina, pulling her tiny body towards his larger one, pushing his lips down onto hers again, sending sparks through their bodies, in surprise. She responded, almost as though she had kissed someone before. But she hadn't. Only Troy moment before, and now. A second later, the two pulled apart. A small blush crept upon Gabriella's cheeks as she fought the urge to look into Troy's intoxicating eyes. "How was that?" He grinned at the Latina, pushing back his dark from his eyes.
"It was-" Perfect. Awesome. Gossip worthy. Every girl's first kiss dream. As Gabriella began to tell the boy her reaction to the kiss, a light filled the tiny room, indicating their time in the small closest was over.
"TIMES UP!" A bushy haired boy announced pulling the two from the dark space. "So, did you kiss her?" He questioned Troy, pulling him into the lighted living room of the Danforth house, leaving Gabriella to walk alone back to the space where the rest of their friends sat, waiting the arrival of the two.
The shoulders of the boy shrugged, she could see the grin spreading across the Troy's face, letting his friend know that he had kissed the prettiest girl in the whole fifth grade. A girl Troy had silently had a crush on since the fourth grade science fair. When she had entered and won against all the boys who had boosted that a girl couldn't be as smart as all the boys. They were wrong when she was given the blue ribbon for first place. And from then, Troy realized that he was going to go out with the girl, but up until the small burst of confidence he had in the coat closet of his best friend, Troy had ran the other way when he saw the beautiful Latina walking his way.
Troy's life changed later that night when Chad's mom dropped him off in front of his house. As he shuffled up the sidewalk of his off white house, daydreaming back to kissing the girl he had a crush on, he saw many of his father's belonging thrown across the green grass. His mind wondering as to why the things were spread across the yard. Her heard his mom and dad arguing, something that seemed to be the norm lately, but as he opened the front door of his house, he could feel it wasn't the same. He knew his family would never be the same again, and he blamed Jack Bolton for never being able to see Gabriella Montez the next day at school. He blamed his father for his trust issues. He blamed his father for having to move to another state. He blamed his father for his mother's unhappy life. And he blame Jack for the small fact that he would never believe in love.