Author's Note: Please review! I'll have to change some of the lyrics to fit the premises.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea to write this.
Hey There Gabriella
Chapter 1: Survivors
By musiclover94
"Good morning beautiful!" Troy said as he took the steps two at a time, clutching his briefcase. Gabriella was in the kitchen making oatmeal and smiled at Troy.
"Morning!" she said cheerily, but winced slightly.
"What's the matter?" Troy asked, genuine worry in his blue-gray eyes.
"Ah, it's just the baby kicking, nothing to fret about," she said, smiling weakly.
"What day is it?" Troy asked, still sounding a bit worried.
"The 11th," she said, glancing at the front page of the New York Times.
"I've got a meeting in half an hour!" Troy said, looking at his watch. "Love you Brie! See you later."
"Why do you have to live so far away?" Gabriella pouted.
"The jobs downtown pay a lot more. It's really not that far," he said.
"Love you! See you later," she said, giving him a kiss.
Troy walked out the door. Gabriella sighed and went to her computer. She worked at home doing computer science and taking college online at the same time. She opened the file she had started yesterday and set to work.
But, of course, Gabriella Bolton couldn't stay focused for long. In an hour and a half's time, she was now curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on her bump and watching One Life to Live.
"Don't do that!" Gabriella said exasperatedly to the screen.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news," an ABC News anchorman said gravely from the screen. Gabriella rolled her eyes. Gas prices probably went up again…
But it was nothing of the sort.
"al-Qaeda. A Middle-East terrorist group, crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City and the Pentagon in Washington D.C early this morning," the reporter said.
"Oh my god, that's where Troy works," Gabriella panicked. She instantly dialed her best friend, Sharpay's number. She held the receiver to her ear with a shaking hand.
"The phone lines are currently out of service. For further details, press…" the telephone operator said robotically.
Gabriella turned to her computer and signed into her e-mail with fumbling fingers. After she sent an e-mail to Sharpay, she turned again to the newscast.
"-All the victims will be kept at Trinity Hospital…" the anchor continued.
Gabriella instinctively grabbed her keys and flung open the door. She started the ignition and clumsily made her way out of the driveway. A hot lump had started to form in her throat, but she tried her best to pull it back.
"Is Troy Bolton here?" Gabriella asked frantically, immediately upon stepping into the Trinity Hospital waiting room.
"And who are you?" the receptionist asked.
"I'm Gabriella Bolton, his wife," she said tiredly.
The nurse looked down the long list she had. "Miss, he's not here," she said simply.
Gabriella eyes bulged and the lump in her throat threatened to burst. "What do you mean, 'he's not here'?" she said, even more panicked.
"Only survivors of the attack were admitted, Ms. Bolton," the lady said.
Gabriella's heart was beating so fast she was sure it was going to burst. She turned a pale white and her skin turned cold and clammy. The lump burst and she felt hot tears spilling down her face. Without another word, she ran as fast as she could out the door.
He is not dead; he can't be, not now… Gabriella thought to herself, fatter tears pouring down her face and obstructing her vision, making her narrowly miss a light pole.
She turned into her driveway and parked the car, tears still pouring nonstop down her face. She wiped them off with a vibrating hand.
She went to her PC and tried to continue her work, but couldn't concentrate well.
'You have 1 new e-mail!'
appeared on her screen. She faintly remembered seeing the message earlier, but was in too much shock to click on it. But now she did.
Gabi-
How's it going? I was looking through my old videos and saw this and thought you and the little one ;) might like it.
I will love you forever!
Troy
Gabriella clicked on the video attachment. A slightly fuzzy video came up. Troy was sitting on a chair with an acoustic guitar on his lap and smiling.
"Gabriella, my eternal love, this is for you," he said and began to play.
Hey there Gabriella, what's it like in New York City
I'm a couple miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you; I swear it's true
Hey there Gabriella, don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen
Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Gabriella, I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl; someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good; we'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Gabriella, I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
A couple miles seems pretty far
But they've got bikes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way
Gabriella I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Gabriella
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Gabriella here's to you
This one's for you
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me
"I love you Gabriella!" he said. The video turned black.
Gabriella's keyboard was drenched with tears by now. What the nurse had said hadn't made such a string impact on her as this had. This was Troy's last message to Gabriella. He's dead and he's not coming back… Gabriella was shaking with grief at this point and hot, fat tears were cascading down her cheeks. Suddenly, she felt something wet drop near her abdomen and such a strong kick that she nearly fell off the chair. She reached for the phone and dialed Sharpay, her emergency midwife. Luckily, the phone was working.
"Hello?" Sharpay said shakily into the phone.
"Sharpay, I'm going into labor," she breathed in between sharp contractions.
Author's Note: Please review! Sorry if there was a lot of song. This is the first time I've written a story like this, so bear with me.