Hey people! Umm...this is my first story and I know it is really short but I hope you like it and please review!! Also, please tell me if I should write the story as the narrator, as Gabriella's POV or switch every now and then from Troy's POV to Gabs' POV. Well, enjoy!

The gentle wind caressed my tanned cheeks. I stopped under the lush green coconut tree to catch my breath. Big mistake. Dad was charging straight towards me. I squeaked. He grabbed me by my ankles and threw me over his shoulders. I felt his hands tickling my feet and I squealed for mercy. But, he kept tickling my toes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dad dropped me on the sand, literally. We both lay down on the sand, watching the orange sky go darker and darker. The waves crashed gently onto the shore, to a rhythmic beat and the leaves in the palm trees rustled lightly.

I loved it. Every second of it. I loved where I was, who I was with, I loved everything. Troy ran up us and lay down next to me. Both of them rolled on to their side and hugged me tight. I felt great. I was with my two favourite people in the whole world. What more could a girl want?

"For once, Gabs is so quiet. What peace." Dad said sighing happily. I pouted angrily. I do not talk that much!

As if reading my mind, Troy remarked, "Gabs is not that noisy. In fact, I don't remember her talking at all today. Maybe once, or twice. Every minute actually, no, all day!"

I got up, fuming, and walked off. The two infantile 'kids' must have felt sorry because I soon heard tem approaching me from my back. I glared at them, and punched them both playfully. Troy picked me up and slung me on his shoulders. Dad picked up a leaf and fanned me.

"At your service." Troy grinned. Before long, we reached to our three-story beach house. The familiar glass windows and gorgeous garden greeted us.

"Want to stay for dinner, Troy?" I asked hopefully. Troy nodded and the three of us headed in the house. As usual, the house was empty when we got in. It was no surprise since Mum always worked until very late. Dad warmed up some macaroni cheese and we tucked in ravenously.

That was a very typical but extremely perfect day for me. Little did I know those days were not going to last much longer.