Gabi P.O.V
"Do you want to sleepover at mine tomorrow night?" Oh there are so many things that are right and completely wrong with that question. Troy's eyes were burning into mine as I fought for an answer. A sleepover? With him? He has got to be kidding! Right?
"As in a proper sleepover?" My mouth went dry at just the thought. My mind couldn't even contemplate the thought of being with him for an entire night lead alone sleeping in the same room as him. Oh God Kill Me Now! He found amusement in my soft, weak voice that spoke of the subject as a foreign idea that I had never experienced. This had to really weird right? A girl and a guy deciding to sleep over at each other's house when they were neither platonic or dating?
To say that I wanted to date Troy was a large understatement; I considered it more of a need. It wasn't because he is the hottest guy in school, the captain of the basketball team or even the Romeo and Juliet like fairy tale that was between our characters in the Twinkle Town production. No the need came from being madly in love with him ever since New Year's Eve and his outmost need to not act on his feelings for me. The feelings that he never shares to anyone but Chad, who likes to tell multiple people for dramatic effect.
"If you mean that someone is sleeping in the same house as you...then yes." Was it wrong that my first thought after that was 'I wonder what Troy sleeps in? Pjs, Basketball shorts, Boxers...' It all just seemed to be too much. It was then and there that another thought came to me, would mum even let me? Oh I can see that going over well. Hey Mum can I sleep over at a 17 year old guy's house? Possibly in separate rooms but don't be so sure. Damn no wonder girls and guys didn't have sleepovers. They were either going to get killed from their parents for even thinking of the idea or by the anxiety that came from being so near to their crush.
"Oh come on Brie. I don't bite." Troy chuckled behind me. My breathing became shallow as he gave me a hug from behind. His hands held loosely around my waist while his chin rested lightly on my right shoulder.
"I wouldn't mind if you did." HOLY CRAP! I tried not to gape in horror as I realised that the thought private for my mind had just gone public. I tried to blow it off, I tried to not be tense, Hell I even tried not to blush and I failed miserably. Deathly silence followed as I fought to even breathe. My heart pounded and I was sure that Troy could hear it. Maybe he could also see the tears that we're beginning to form from being so mortified and shamed by what I had said.
A muffled sound could be heard as I felt tingles against my skin. It was only then that I realised that Troy now had his head just bellow my shoulder, resting lightly on my back. Tingles ran up and down my spine as his warm breathe hit my white singlet shirt and penetrated through the thin material onto my skin. My body seemed numb excluding the shoulder that Troy was...wait laughing against? It was in that moment that Troy lifted his head and I trembled once more as he moved closer to my ear.
"Well let's just see after tomorrow night..."And just like that his hands had dropped from my waist and disappeared down the hallway, leaving every part of me paralysed and my mind already craving to go.
After various hours of being humiliated by my very own words, I finally began to accept that I couldn't take them back. Sitting on my bed in pure silence at 2:27 in the morning created a new atmosphere that I couldn't see been experienced at any other time. Maybe it was the breeze that blew from my open window, cooling the stifling heated room into a refreshing and smoothing temperature against my skin. Maybe it was the silence that held peace in a house that held no activity, other than my very own thoughts. Maybe it was the peace that came from knowing that mum had been thankful of the 'sleepover' considering she is out of town as of tonight. Or maybe it was the fact that this wasn't the first night that I hadn't been able to sleep from thinking too much of Troy Bolton. That had to be it. I have had various sleepless nights and now instead of trying to replace my thoughts of Troy, I have used the still of the silence to concentrate all my thoughts into finding a solution. It was experience of those sleepless nights that the atmosphere at 2:27 in the morning had relaxed me to a point of been able to think deeply.
And now that I had time to think, I found myself overcome with stress of the situation. How could one simple question lead to so many thoughts? Never had I second guessed my pj collection so much in my life. The frills seemed too girly, yet the kitty flannelette pj's held too little femineity and too much naivety for my liking. I didn't want to look like a try hard yet I didn't want to look like a pre-teen who thought kitten that meow the word 'love' on every inch of them was cute.
At 2:29 in the morning I had resulted with two specific conclusions.
1) This would be the last time that I would let Troy keep me up at night
2) I desperately need new Pj's...hopefully within the next 8 hours
Troy P.O.V
My stomach felt poorly at ease as I lay on my bed at 10 am. What had I been thinking? God I know what I had been thinking but how the hell did that end up becoming words?
Do you want to sleepover at mine tomorrow night? The fact that it shouldn't be a big deal only made it into a massive deal. She's hasn't even been to my house and all of a sudden I'm asking her to sleepover? Am I crazy? No. It wasn't insanity it was been so close to her but out of reach of what I wanted; Her.
The familiar ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. Was Gabriella was still coming? If I don't answer then she'll be forced to come over to tell me....right? Sparing a glance at the caller id, it read Chad and just like that all excitement vanished. Oh I wasn't in the mood for this.
"Hoops! Man have I got a story to tell you!" Chad's bubbly voice rang through the speaker and I knew that there was a large possibility of the story involving food, because...well it was Chad.
"Hmmm?" It had never occurred to me how lame my room looked until Chad had to talk a million miles a second like normal. Trophies and basketball memorabilia covered every inch of my room and for the first time I feared that Gabriella would think it's superficial and boring. God I needed a week to prepare for her to come over not a night. A night that I had spent an entire hour of convincing mum and dad to let her stay.
"Hahahahaha how funny is that?" Chad seemed so impressed by his story that he had enough laughter for the both of us. I laughed into the phone for Chad's sake as I realised that I had been paying less attention than normal.
"As if you would ask Gabi! Like who do they think you are Superman? Clark Kent sure but Superman hell no!" Chad's ramble come out in muffled laughter but her name was enough to get me interested.
"Ask Gabi what?" Alarmed, I sat up in my bed waiting for an answer that Chad had to chew through before even beginning a sentence.
"To sleepover! Dude where have you been? Have you not heard the millions of rumours getting spread? Man I'm telling you, People are stupid! Ha you haven't even asked her out yet...speaking of which can you at least kiss her? You know just feel free to anytime between, oh I don't know... right now and 7 am Monday morning? I kinda have this bet ridding with Zeke that," Chad's voice ended abruptly as I hanged up on him. A bet? What was he 2? Then again that's close enough to Chad's mental age. Good Old Chad.
The doorbell sounded throughout the house and I was the first to jump to my feet. Crap!
I didn't know what was worse the fact that I am so desperate that I had ran to the door to let Gabi in or the fact that I hadn't noticed I was in a wife beater and black boxers when opening the door. Kill Me Now!
Gabi P.O.V
Meeting Troy's gorgeous eyes I had one thought; my question of what he slept in had been answered by the gods. Boxers.
Troy P.O.V
"Good start son. Real smooth..." Dad's comment was layered in amusement and I just turned to him bleakly for a moment, trying to shut them both up. This so wasn't my fault. Gabriella looked partly in shock as her gorgeous eyes were wider than normal and her mouth held ajar. She looks gorgeous! Her hair was in a messy ponytail that looked just about the hottest thing ever with her hair framed around her face. A white singlet shirt and skinny leg jeans outlined every curve and I found myself amazed at the amount of beauty that came with so much simplicity...clothing wise at least. We were going to kill each other by the night was through; There was no mistake of it.
"Hi"