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Second chapter…no note really! Enjoy!

Gabriella looked down at her soaking wet self as she finally made it through the Bolton's front door. Anger and frustration took over her body as she stood in the pouring rain - Troy knew she was coming over and promised he would answer the door right away; yet there she was - her wet clothes sticking to her skin and body shivering slightly from the cold.

Being careful not to leave wet footprints on Lucille Bolton's brand new pistachio colored carpet, she made her way to the laundry room situated at the back of the kitchen. Pulling off her drenched outer clothes, she threw them in the drier and opened the laundry closet to find some of Troy's clothes

"Troy? Is there a reason you left me to get soaking wet in the rain instead of answering the door?" she shouted up the stairs as she made her way through the darkness to Troy's bedroom. She thought it strange that all natural light was being blocked out of the usually bright upper floor. "Troy? Are you even here?" She knocked on his door and waited a few seconds for an answer. When nothing happened, she pushed open the door and walked into his room.

"TROY BOLTON YOU—" Gabriella began shouting at the top of her voice but stopped as she looked at the sight before her eyes. Troy had fallen asleep face down on his silky white sheets. "Babe?" Gabriela asked softly; the anger she felt towards him washing away and a feeling of helplessness emerged in its place. Sitting down gently on the edge of his bed, she brushed away a piece of stray hair that was resting just over his eye slightly and placed a delicate kiss on his burning forehead.

"Gabi?" Troy muttered, still remaining in his half asleep state. Ignoring the piercing pain that shot though out his body as he moved, he turned over to face where Gabriella was sitting.

"You're still sick. You should really see a doctor. What if it's serious?" Troy reached up and pulled Gabriella into a warm reassuring hold.

"It's just the flu or something; I'll be fine! I'm playing one on one with Chad soon… a bit of exercise will make me feel better." Gabriella sighed heavily. She was fighting a devastating battle between her heart and her head. Her head was telling her to drag Troy to the doctor's office, even if it were by his ears. But her heart was telling her to trust him to make judgements for himself.

"You would never lie to me about how you were feeling, would you? Like, if you got worse you would tell me, right?" Troy felt the air around him become thicker, making it harder for him to breathe. He hated lying to the girl he loved but he knew he wouldn't come across as strong if he ran along to the doctors office every time he had a slight problem.

"I promise I would tell you." Troy found himself looking right into her deep chestnut eyes. A wave of fear passed through his body as he realised that she could always tell when he was lying or hiding something. Gabriella looked closely at him for a few minutes before smiling brightly at him and placing a soft kiss against his forehead.

"I'm glad that you would tell me. It means a lot to me that you wouldn't lie to me." Relief washed over Troy when he realised that Gabriella hadn't seen through the lie.

"I have to get dressed; I'm playing ball with Chad real soon." He heaved himself off the bed, trying desperately not to let how he was feeling influence his facial expressions.


It had been two hours since Troy had arrived at Chad Danforth's house, where their weekly one on one basketball fest took place.

"Troy, are you okay, man? Your play is completely off." Chad frowned as Troy laid himself down on the damp grass. Usually it was Troy that dominated the one on one games between Chad and himself. But today, he had barely even scored a point.

"I think I'm coming down with the flu or something. It's not big deal." Despite being able to con Gabriella into thinking he was just fine, he knew doing the same to Chad - his life long friend - would be much harder.

"Doesn't look like the flu to me," Chad's voice told Troy that he had seen right through the lie but admitting that he was becoming increasingly sick by the second just wasn't an option.

"Well it is, dude; just back off. It's not like I'm going to die or anything." Troy didn't mean to snap but the frustration that had been building inside of him over the last few hours was just screaming to be released.

"Does Gabriella know that you're sick? Her mom is a doctor, Troy; why don't you just make use of that? Its always better to be safe than sorry." Chad was aware that he was pushing his friend to his limit. He watched as Troy's usually soft facial features turned hard and cold.

"It would be wasting her time because there's nothing wrong with me." Physically unable to raise his voice, Troy spoke through his clenched teeth making Chad aware of his mounting anger.

"I'm just looking out for you, dude."

Suddenly Troy had had enough; not just of Chad but of everyone around him throwing their concern his way when he thought he had made it clear that he didn't want it. After five seconds of silence that Troy had used to process what he was going to do next, the unnecessary rage within him finally released itself. He threw the basketball violently against the wire fence and walked off without so much as a word of explanation to his bewildered friend.


Troy's speed increased every second, the longing to be alone for a while building inside of him. His pace speeded up to a run as he realised he was still two blocks away from being home.

As he reached the corner of his street, he stopped dead in his tracks; the sick feeling at the base of his stomach beginning to burn as his mouth filled with saliva. It didn't take him long to realise what was about to happen.

"Shit." Troy took a quick deep breath before the burning sensation made its way into his mouth and onto the sidewalk in front of him. "Shit, shit, shit!"

This hadn't happened before. He quickly realised that now vomiting was added to his list of symptoms, there was no way he would be able to hide it from anyone.

'You would never lie to me about how you're feeling, would you? You would tell me if you got worse, right?'

All Troy could hear was Gabriella's voice asking him the same questions over and over again. He knew that it was his heart screaming for him to tell her there really was something wrong but every time he thought about it his head told him no.

Troy looked down at the contents of his stomach on the sidewalk; fear beginning to seep rapidly into his veins. He no longer wanted to be alone; he wanted to have someone hold him; tell him that everything was going to be ok. He wanted Gabriella.

He groaned in frustration, his whole body shivering so much that he could barely get the key into the lock. As he finally pushed open the door, he ran straight to his room where he knew his comfortable warm bed would be waiting.

"El," Troy sighed exhaustedly into his cell phone as soon as the line connected. He had tried to say 'Ella' but his lack of strength wouldn't allow him to complete the word.

"Troy, are you okay?" The warn down tone of Troy's voice sent possible scenarios through Gabriella's mind at a thousand miles a minute. She knew most of them were overly dramatic but she couldn't help but worry.

"Yeah, just tired from basketball. Can you come over?" Troy managed to pull enough strength together to bring his tone from dying to moderately sick; enough to convince Gabriella that maybe he was okay after all.

"I'll be there in five. Run a bath… you sound exhausted. I'll join you when I get there." Troy closed his eyes and imagined the feel of Gabriella's body against his with the warm water gently surrounding them.

To him that sounded like the perfect sickness cure.


Gabriella let herself into the Bolton's house with the spare key, knowing that Troy's parents were on vacation for a few days so there was really no need for her to knock and wait for an obviously exhausted Troy to answer the door.

"Troy, baby? Are you in the bathtub?" she asked quietly through the bathroom door. Noticing that it was unlocked, she opened it and walked into the dimly lit room.

"Hey," Troy whispered, watching the beauty in front of him remove her clothes slowly. He loved how much trust they both shared for each other and how Gabriella wasn't afraid to show her whole self to him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she lowered herself behind Troy, letting the blissfully warm water surround her. She began to run her fingers softly over his shoulders and down his arms causing Troy to let out a gentle moan.

"Better now you're here, but still kind of flu-ish." He let his eyelids close gently and lent back against her chest, loving the feeling of her perfect sized breasts pressing against his aching back.

"I'm glad I don't have to worry anymore," she whispered as her hands moved from his arms and rested against his toned stomach. She began moving each of her fingers in delicate circles around Troy's bellybutton; the passion within him growing by the second.

"I don't think I can stay in here much longer," he moaned as her hands left his stomach and made their way down to his large penis.

"You need to relax, baby. It's probably your tension that's making you sick." She moved her hands gently up his hardening length as she felt the tension in his shoulders and knew there was only one way to get rid of it.

"Not here." Troy's words were distorted slightly; another moan leaving his mouth as Gabriella worked him smoothly with her silky fingers.

Passion took over them both as they got out of the tub, not bothering to dry off, and made their way over to Troy's king-sized bed; never once allowing mouths or hands to be removed from each other's bodies.

He felt the bed touch the back of his knees, allowing them to buckle; collapsing them both onto the bed.

"I don't think I can hold it much longer," Troy whispered, the tightness and throbbing in his groin beginning to become unbearable.

"Two more seconds," Gabriella gasped between the kisses she was placing delicately across his chest and stomach.

Realising her own frustration was rapidly building up, she lifted herself from her position opposite to Troy and straddled his waist.
"Are you sure you're not too sick to do this?" she asked as she positioned herself above Troy's nine inch length, waiting painfully for his reply.

"I'll never be to sick to love you." She smiled at the heart-felt words that left his mouth. One of the things she loved about him the most was that he was never afraid to show how much he loved her.

Gabriella closed her eyes as she sank herself down onto him, loving the indescribable feelings that he created within her.
Troy's features contorted as pleasure and pain took over his body - the sound of Gabriella's low moans alone made the intense burning pain in his lower back seem like it was nothing more than a tiny scratch.

"God, you feel good," Troy whispered as he began to move his hips along with hers, increasing the pace of his thrusts and pushing the pain into the back of his mind.

"Oh…god!" Gabriella threw her head back as took him in fully, reaching a level of deepness that neither had experienced before.

"I'm almost there," Troy moaned once again as Gabriella's pace increased telling him that she too was only minutes away from reaching their ultimate goal.

"Mmm… me too. Please don't stop." Hearing her moan for him to continue drove his senses crazy and left him completely out of control. He looked up at the beautiful girl before him, her eyes closed, her face wrinkled up and her medium sized breasts bouncing slightly as she moved up and down on top of him. No longer able to control his actions; he reached his hands up and took her breasts into his hands and squeezed them firmly, causing her to moan his name loudly.

Gabriella's moans increased to almost screams as she felt a enormous wave of pleasure overcome her. Her muscles tightly contracting around Troy's length that was still embedded deep inside of her.

"Oh my god," she whispered as the waves continued to emulate from her head right to the tip of her toes. Troy thrust into her three more times before he too felt overcome with pleasure and passion as he released himself inside of her.

Gabriella relaxed down so that her head was resting gently against Troy's chest. After leaving it there for only a few seconds, she looked up into his powder blue eyes, taking in all of the love that was being radiated from them.

"That was the best sex we've ever had," he whispered, a goofy grin appearing on his face as Gabriella giggled happily.

"I'll second that." Gabriella's smiled faded. Her deep, dark chocolate eyes connected with Troy's and a sense of love replaced the feelings of passion. Pulling her down gently, he connected his lips with hers in a loving, soft and gentle kiss.

"I love you," he pulled his lips away from Gabriella's just long enough to let the three most important words in his world slip easily out of his mouth.

Gabriella sighed happily, realising that neither herself nor Troy had moved from their previous position and that he was still comfortably inside of her. She rolled to her side and quickly snuggled herself back into his arms.

"I love you too." These were words that the couple did not over use; they were reserved for sacred moments that were what made the relationship so special.

As their breathing comfortably evened out from sharp shaky breaths, to deep sleepy ones, Gabriella smiled.

Maybe Troy wasn't sick after all.

So there you have it, the end of chapter 2! I hope you all enjoyed it; I worked really hard! I am now accepting anonymous reviews so even if you are not logged in or don't have a fanfiction account you can leave a review for this story. I love all of your reviews; please take a few minutes out of your day to do it! Thank you for continuing to read! Thank you again Holly for all of the help, support and encouragement!