Will you go out with me? (Sequel to Oh Hello Again)
One Shot
"Oh my god you kissed Troy Bolton," squealed the girls, as Gabriella let them into her flat. She had just gotten back her business trip and of course they would already know.
"I know I did and then I ran", sighed Gabriella, wrapping her self in a light blue and pale pink shawl – sinking it the couch and pulling the shawl tighter as the rain began to pour outside.
A couple of bottles of wines later and the girls had the full story and despite Gabriella's protests they talked about it for a couple of weeks.
"I still can't believe kissed Troy Bolton," squealed Chelsea.
"Chels it's been weeks," sighed Gabriella.
And it had been weeks Gabriella kept herself to herself and eventually the paps left her alone. She hadn't even heard from Troy. But that's how they worked. No contact for months on end and then they'd bump into each other for a day or two. Then nothing once again.
Now as her and Chelsea lay watching TV on what was once again a raining Saturday afternoon. She wasn't expecting visitors, but there was a knock at the door.
She sighed and hefted herself off the couch her slipper boots slapping on the wooden floor.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Guess," came a voice.
She threw open the door and almost bounded into Troy's arms. Except for the fact he was soaked and holding flowers.
"Hey," she said.
"Will you go out with me?" he asked.
"Very to the point," said Gabriella.
"Sorry hi how-"
"I'd love to," she interrupted, before throwing herself into his arms.
"I'm wet," he protested, wrapping his arms around her.
"I don't care," she laughed. "And I want your number again.
"You can have it as long as I have a date," said Troy.
"A million," answered Gabriella, kissing him.
The End
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