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Florida Kilos will give you peace.
Dragging his fatigued body through the threshold of his beachside condo, Troy Bolton dropped the heavy gym bag he had lugged around all day behind the beige colored couch, and worked his way around it to lay upon it.
Sighing deeply, he relaxed and molded his limbs into the rounded shapes of the cushions. Even though he lied in an uncomfortable position, he was too tired to care. The stiff athlete could have fallen asleep right then and there, until a vigorous vibration rumbled atop his left thigh.
Reluctantly reaching into the pocket of his warm-up pants, Troy fumbled with the cellular device with two eyes closed; trying to press a button that would halt the constant ringtone that was currently working on Troy's nerves.
'Is it worth it? Let me work it. I put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it.'
"Dear, God..."
'If you got a big ... let me search it. I found out how hard I gotta work ya.'
"I'm gonna kill this kid." Troy mumbled, sitting up on the couch, to deal with his caller.
'Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa. Phone before you come, I need to shave my chacha'
Opening his eyes he realized that his phone had been turned backwards, but before he could flip it around correctly, he randomly jabbed a button that silenced the room.
Pausing as the ringing stopped, Troy smiled to himself in satisfaction; but that was up until he heard sudden creaks from the floorboard upstairs, signaling that Troy's certain someone had overheard his noise and woke up.
The given couple had been living together for about eight months, and you'd think that by now that they would be used to each other.
They weren't.
"Troy Alex Dave Bolton, where the HELL have you been?" the enraged blonde exclaimed, as she entered the living room. Troy sighed rolling his dark blue eyes, ignoring how false she commonly stated his full name.
"I just got home, can I have at least one minute to breathe? Troy asked rhetorically, slowly running his fingers through his chestnut hair in frustration.
Oh, you just got home? Well you've definitely been here long enough to sit your ass on my couch!" she yelled, watching as the blue-eyed man stood from the couch and made his way into the kitchen.
"And plus you threw your basketball shit behind the couch as always. How many fucking times do I have to tell you, that I hate when you do that shit, Troy? Talking about 'having one minute', how about leaving a minute for me? How about you clean up after yourself? How about yo-"
"Could you just...stop, please?" Troy firmly begged, looking back into the food pantry with a growling stomach. "We barely have anything to eat, and I'm on a short fuse. Practice was shitty." he added, letting the door slam as he moved on to the fridge.
"You're on a short fuse? I had to clean up this hell-hole all by myself, because you're too fucking cheap to hire a maid. I should be the one on a short fuse!' she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Maids are expensive these days, and plus we don't really need one...the house seems clean enough anyway." Troy said, scanning the beverages until he noticed something.
"Where'd all the beers go?" he asked, slowly glancing at her sudden silent demeanor.
"Did you drink them all, or did you have company over here again?" Troy questioned. With her silence giving him his answer, he calmly stormed out of the kitchen and grabbed his stuff from the living room. Gripping his car keys, Troy drove off into the night.
Liam Bolton, is a man who is of course in relation to Troy. Liam is his first cousin to be precise. At one point in time he had been one of Troy's closest relatives, they were "best buds" family members would say.
Over the years, as Liam grew up he had spent more and more time with those around Troy, rather than with Troy, and this time wasn't spent only with people. No, he loved to spare some one on one time with the tempting substance of alcohol, little by little every day. It would get to the point to where Troy had to watch over him at any given time Liam chose to visit (which was often) as he laid passed out drunk in his bedroom, so that no relatives had an idea of the abuse that Liam was putting upon himself.
Now, given the fact that Troy and Liam were close, obviously they had to have some common threads, in which connected them in ways other than what blood ran through their veins. They both had an equal respect for sports and athleticism, they both shared similar desires in foods, as well as resembling choices in style, and last but not least…the ladies.
Any and every girl that Troy has allowed to meet his charming cousin, he warns them of his charming ways. He has a wicked way of getting what he wants, and that factor of Liam has always gotten under Troy's skin, especially due to the fact that Liam is a wicked person. That goes to show the giant difference between Liam and Troy; their personalities.
Shaking his head as he looked into his rearview mirror, Troy began to ponder what his girlfriend was thinking. He has never heard her say it out loud, nor have they really talked about Liam, but the both of them know that he is the frequent guest, in which the blonde welcomes into the household.
Tiffany never really paid attention to any of Troy's warnings, so you could easily see as to why Troy's frustration constantly grew, within their unsettling relationship. The bottles are enough factoring evidence, to do the damage.
It pushed Troy's anger to the max every time he found out that Liam had been at his house. He carried less stress on him when Liam had lived out of town, but the last five months that he has lived in Albuquerque, his stress level went through the roof.
The music Troy had cranked up to the highest volume to block out his feelings had been giving him a mild headache, so he pushed the off button and rested his head on the steering wheel. The red light gave him time to take some deep breaths, and realize that his leg had yet another vibrating sensation. It was a softer buzz this time, but then it began to make noise.
"Hey Bro, if you wanna crash at my house for a while, you totally can." Chad's voice offered.
"You sure man?" Troy asked, sitting upright as the traffic light turned green.
"Yeah, as long as you stop listening to that Rebecca Black shit." Chad joked, smiling as he heard Troy chuckle along with him.
"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"I know." Chad replied, before hanging up.
Reaching into his pocket and checking his phone to make sure that Chad wasn't still on the line, Troy reached over to his radio and powered it back on; rolling up his windows so only he could hear the remainder of "Friday" by the one and only Rebecca Black.
Once Troy had pulled up to the apartment residence of Chad Danforth, he couldn't have gotten inside quicker.
"These apartments are really nice, man…even for you." Troy exclaimed, heading down the hallway to the guest room he usually sleeps in, to put his things down.
"You say that every time you come over! Just move here already. It way cheaper than that beach house thing you have. You're barely even there half the time because you're working! I swear, you stay spending money you don't even have." Chad stated, going into the kitchen.
"Yeah, well Tiffany's talking about wa-" Troy started.
"Oh, I heard what she was talking about. I wouldn't be surprised if your neighbors down the block heard what she was talking about... She yells as if it's her job, man. I don't see how you can put up with that shit all the time." Chad said, coming out of the kitchen with his arms wrapped around a variety of food and drinks.
"I'm done putting up with it, that's why I had to leave and get some air." Troy said, watching as Chad rumbled through the junk food.
"Jeez, Taylor hated when I would leave. She would start throwing shit whenever she caught a single glimpse of me. It was insane. I always question my life with that woman." Chad mumbled through the mouthfuls of chips he shoved in his mouth.
"Haha, that's crazy. How is Taylor anyway?" Troy asked, reaching for a Capri Sun.
"Well, lately she's been catching up with a close friend of ours."
"Oh really? Who?" Troy asked, focusing on his straw breaking through the white circle.
"Uh..." Chad's phone began to ring.
'Why you actin' dumb like uuuuh, DUH!'
"Hey Tay! What's goin' on?" Chad asked, avoiding Troy's curious eyes.
"I would love to call her, just give me her number and I'll talk to her tomorrow...I can't right now...Troy's with me...Doing that right now wouldn't be the best butter to churn...It was just an expression!...Yes I respect you...Okay, Facebook it is. Love yo-...You can't love me back?...Bye woman." Chad finished, and set his phone in his pocket. Leaning over the food in his lap, Chad grabbed the orange laptop on his coffee table, and fired it up.
Logging on to Facebook, the two boys sat in silence.
"You have a facebook?" Troy asked, taking a sip of his juice.
"Yeah, it lets me talk to the people I haven't talked to for ages. Family, friends, fans even. The pictures are great too. You can compare what people looked like in high school to what they look like now." Chad explained, ignoring Troy's sly comments about not having fans, while clicking on his unread message from Taylor.
"They have apps like that?" Troy asked with excitement.
"No, we have yearbooks smart one." Chad corrected.
"Well then..." Troy whispered, laying back on the couch, propping his feet on the table and finally relaxing.
"Why did Tay want you to go on it now?" Troy questioned, intently looking over at the screen.
"For starters, her phone is fucked because she tried to throw it at me…not too long ago actually, and now she can't text anyone; so we converse through the 'book. For enders, she wanted me to get this chick's phone number." Chad said, clicking away, inching his hand toward his phone again.
"Well that seems a bit out of Taylor's character, so who is the chick?" Troy questioned, waiting patiently until he felt the mood shift.
"Who is the chick, Chad?" Troy asked again, irritated at Chad's sudden muteness.
"…do I know her know her, or something?"
"Oh, you know her all right." Chad muttered.
"Was she within our high school group?"
"Oh, she was in our group all right." Chad muttered again.
"Martha? Chelsea? Aren't they supposed to be in New York still?"
"No, idiot it's not either of them."
"Then just tell me who she is!" Troy demanded impatiently, sitting up on the couch.
"To be honest, I think it's rude to talk when my mouth is full." Chad said, through his chewing of pizza rolls.
"That has never stopped you before..." Troy said under his breath, choosing to let go of the silly topic.
"A man's gotta change his ways." Chad said, closing the laptop.
"Well…can I make a Facebook then?" the afro-man basically threw the laptop at him.
"The password to my laptop is monkeys. The 's' is capitalized." Chad noted, before walking back in the kitchen.
"monkeys?" Troy whispered, chuckling quietly as he began to type.
song: work it - missy elliott
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