Well
Well.
Hurrow...
Wow, it's been a while ey?
I don't own HSM – or the beach for that matter either.
But I DO own the plot line thing, which may suck yea, but
Anyways.
This is random.
And I don't care.
It's mine.
Oh and I don't own the little bit of song in here, but seriously, listen to Kate Nash's music. Now. Or later. Meh.
dedicated it to Faith and Deja.
Cause they're my beach buddies
And Sair.
But she doesn't read FF.
So.
SMILES
Actually I should probably just say, my stories don't have drama.
It's not something I'm good at.
I don't really know how long it's go for, I have another chap written, but that's it,
And holidays start next week, I was going to wait until then to post, but I was in a sharing mood.
Although I do love reviews smiles sweetly
Troy Bolton is two things, the basketball guy, and the beach guy. He absolutely adored going to the beach with his Mum, Dad, and, when she managed to get time off work, his older sister Sarah. The Bolton's were a tight knit family, going down to the beach as a family ever since Sarah was born, which just shy of 21 years.
The house they owned at the small beach of Blairgowrie wasn't ten stories high, didn't have air-conditioning and didn't have a perfect garden surrounding it, but it was a house most people were envious of. It was two short streets away from the patrolled part of the ocean, one street form the small shop, and to top it off you couldn't help but look at the happy family inside, always smiling, laughing and having fun being in each others company.
One thing about going down to the same house every time was that eventually the three families had become quite good friends; one side more so than the other though, on one side was an elderly couple of about 65, who lived there permanently and often did things for the Bolton's like mow the lawn, or invite them over for a barbeque. On the other side were another family of four, Mum and Dad and two daughters, one the same age as Troy, who moved to his school just over a year ago.
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Gabriella Montez was sitting on a banana lounge outside her beach house, her dark brown hair in its natural curls, held out of her face by a baby blue ribbon; matching with the colour of her new bikini and thongs she had bought for the summer season.
She was trying to finish a book that she had begun the previous day, - My Sisters Keeper – by Jodi Picoult, she had begun in the car on the way to the beach and had reduced her to tears, and although this book had captivated her earlier, now she kept glancing up from the book, her mind obviously elsewhere.
Letting out a frustrated sigh Gabriella snapped shut her book and reached for her mobile phone, flipping it open she read the time, 6:45, only 4 minutes had passed since she checked the time last. Just as Gabriella was about to open a new message, the would be receiver of that message, captivator of her attention, and, next door neighbour, pulled up to the house next door and slid out of the family car.
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Immediately Gabriella stood up yelled a rushed "bye Mum" at the front door and rushed over to the Bolton family.
"STOP" Lucille Bolton yelled as she saw Gabriella run towards her teenage son, a frightened look appeared on Gabriella's face but soon disappeared when she saw Lucille open her arms and say "me first," indicating that she got first hug, Gabriella was enveloped into a hug by Lucille then Jack and Sarah who she had become quite close to over the years as beach house neighbours, a mischievous smile appeared on Gabriella's face and she sprinted past Troy grabbing his hand and yelling a rushed goodbye to the Bolton's and now too, her family as they had come over to greet Troy's.
The pair sprinted around the corner and down a small path, not many minutes later and after many stumbles and a few face plants from a clumsy and over exited Gabriella, they reached a secluded picnic area which few people knew about. Troy was just catching his breath when before he knew it Gabriella had wrapped her arms around his neck while her legs circled his waist. From the sudden and unsuspected weight, although it was not much, Troy's knees gave way and sent the pair to the grassy ground and Gabriella into a fit of giggles, she had moved her legs and was now straddling Troy's waist, her hands remained wrapped around his neck playing with his hair.
"Hello." Gabriella whispered softly, her chocolate eyes gazing intently into his ocean blue ones.
"Wow" Troy said, honestly surprised, "I've never been greeted with a hello before"
He let out a small chuckle thinking back to the numerous times Gabriella had launched herself at him sending them both to the ground and pressing her lips to his before he could get a word in.
"And yet every time we end up on the grass" Gabriella giggled, her forehead resting against Troy's, their noses grazing. Troy mumbled something but was cut of when the familiar feeling of Gabriella's lips were felt against his own, the spark they felt when they first kissed was still there, making both the teens smile, making it increasingly difficult to kiss. Troy's grin widened as he flipped himself and Gabriella over so he was leaning over the top of her, his lips found their way to her neck then made a trail of kisses up to her earlobe.
"Missed you" Troy mumbled into her skin,
"Missed you more" Gabriella replied; her hands forcing Troy's lips back to her own, capturing them in a soft, loving kiss.
"MY EYES ARE SHUT; TROY I DON'T CARE WHERE YOUR LIPS ARE JUST GET THEM OFF!"
Came a yell from the path. Gabriella groaned, throwing her head back to the ground at the sound of her 10 year old sisters voice, Troy merely smiled, pulling himself then Gabriella up to greet Kaylee. Troy bent down to kiss Kaylee on the cheek when she pulled back.
"Oh no boy, I don't know where those lips have been, we hug" she said, disgusted at the thought of her sister and Troy.
Gabriella and Troy laughed and Gabriella slipped her hand into Troy's,
"Oi Kay, as much as I love you and all, it's only…6:35" she said, glancing at Troy's watch "What's the go?"
"One of your surprises is getting impatient" Kaylee said this and ran, knowing the reaction she would get from her older sister and it was never pretty.
Troy sighed and sprinted after his girlfriend back to her house.
With a record amount of tripping over and stumbles, the three made it back to the Montez house relatively unharmed, and ran straight downstairs to where both the families were gathered to find out Gabriella's surprise.
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So. I think a review right about now would make my day, D especially from all the other writers out there, you know how much it means! ( if you ask nicely, I'll read your stories!. Seriously. Ask)
But for a story I didn't plan of posting, how did I do?
Favourite part? Quote? Scene? Anything? Constructive criticism is awesome. Flames.. nmot so much..
God bless.
Annie.
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