Sooooo I looked at the dates on some of my stories and realized that it's been over a year since I've updated them. Why? Because that's the ish I do! I have NO excuse, except that I went to take a bit of a break and here we are. I am SOOOOOO sorry! I've still been getting favorites and alerts and the only thing I can to all of you (old and new readers) is thank you! And that I hope that the new chapters and things that I'm working on is a start in showing just how sorry I am that I've been a complete slacker!

Troy:

Being jarred awake by the sound of not only your cell phone ringing but also the hotel phone ringing is never a good thing. It's quite possibly the worst thing ever when you wake up feeling like you spent the night drinking with the devil. Hangovers are such a bitch. Stumbling out of the bed I followed the sound of my cell phone which seemed to be coming from underneath a pile of clothes. Slowly reaching down, I threw my jeans and shirt to the side only to find my phone laying underneath a tiny scrap of lace, jewel toned panties to be exact. Picking up the panties in one hand and my phone in the other, I answered without looking to see who called, but I didn't have to wait long to figure out who was on the other end of the phone.

"Troy Bolton, do you want to explain to me why there are reports all over the internet and news saying that you were married by Elvis last night." asked my mother.

"WHAT!"

"Watch your tone boy, you're in enough trouble without having me slap the taste out of your mouth for being disrespectful!"

"I'm sorry ma!"

"You better be! Now, by the way you just yelled at me I can tell that you haven't been anywhere near a TV or computer."

"No ma'am"

"What are you waiting on, child? Grab your laptop; you're pretty much a top story on every site from yahoo to mediatakeout."

"Ma, how do you know about mediatakeout?"

"Don't let that worry you sweetheart. Now have you got online yet."

I shook my head at my mother's word. Retirement had brought about a brand new attitude to my usually demure mother, but she was still the best. I walked over to my bags to get my laptop out only to stop short when I caught site of the wedding band on my hand.

"Ma! I'm wearing a wedding band."

"Seriously, so it's true?"

"I don't know. I don't remember much from last night let alone getting married."

"Obviously! Oh, Perez Hilton just updated the story that he posted last night about your wedding. It says that a hotel worker has confirmed that you returned to your room last night with a Taylor McKessie. And after much digging and asking around that a chapel worker did confirm that it was Taylor that you'd married after being showed a photo of the ebony beauty. It also goes on to list her accomplishments; the girl is smart and pretty. Well if you had to go and marry a stranger in a wild night of drinking, I say good job."

"Ha ha! But she's not a stranger. She's Sharpay's best friend, and I am official dead because Shar is going to murder me."

"Oh, son calm down. I was only joking. Sometimes we get ourselves into situations and the only thing that can help ease the stress of it is a good laugh. I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I and your father aren't just a bit disappointed that you got yourself into this. We raised you to be smarter than this, son."

"I know ma."

"But with that being said, we also raised you to face things head on. Now you get yourself together because I can smell the whiskey on your breath from over the phone, and you go find your wife. You all have a lot of things that you need to discuss, and the sooner you two do that, the better. I don't have to tell you that the press is going to be on your tails for weeks to come, do I?"

"No ma'am. Thanks mom!"

"Always love."

As the call ended I sat there trying to piece together how I'd exactly went from best man to groom within one night of being in Vegas. Alcohol, of course. But the rest of it was only coming to me in flashes.

Dancing

Taylor

Kissing

Elvis

Running my hands over smooth thighs only to travel back down them as I slipped off the slip of lace I'd found on my floor this morning.

Shaking off my thoughts. I jumped up and threw on a t shirts and some basketball shorts, before slipping my feet into my NIKE flip flops, grabbing my room key, and phone then heading towards the front desk.

After charming the information I needed out of the ditzy desk attendant I headed up to see Mrs. Bolton. Nervousness started to swirl deep within my stomach as I neared the door. I put my hand up to knock at the same time that it opened and I found myself with an armful of softness. I looked down into the deep brown eyes of my blushing bride, reading each emotion as they flashed across her face.

"Troy"

"Going somewhere, wife?"

Yay I did it. Remember I don't own anything you recognize. I'm back on the hunt for a beta! And the next chapter should be up soon. Thanks again ya'll! LOVE and HUGS