"One day we'll go to Miami together. We will be married. We can fly out to the Bahamas, or maybe take a cruise out to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. How does that sound?" The idea of being Mrs. Bolton sounded so good in my head. I smiled and closed my eyes while resting on Troy's chest. "That sounds like a good idea."

At the time, a Caribbean cruise was the best idea we've ever had. We would graduate from college, work until both of us were financially stable to support ourselves, get married, and have children of our own. Though, nothing ever really goes according to plan. We entered the hotel room, only to find two queen sized beds. I set my suitcase down and opened the balcony doors to gaze out at the view. It was spectacular. Immediately, I was at a loss for words. Troy and I would be staying in Miami for a few weeks. I've always wanted to see the sunrise, especially on the Eastern coast. I never had the chance to during our stay in new York. Troy was inside taking his shower. We hardly spoke on the plane. How am I going to explain to him the fact that I haven't stopped loving him since the break up? I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I have tried to move on and date other guys, but they were hopeless. They didn't give me the same sense of adventure Troy has given me.

When I entered the room, Troy emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "How's that view?" He asked. I almost thought that he was talking about himself or me. "I remember the day you told me when…"

"We should have a room that we could watch the sunrise together. I mean, it's not necessary but I would like that. I just love how the colors change in the sky." I would ramble on for another twenty minutes about my dream honeymoon. How Troy was able to put up with me? I don't know, but he did. We were both in college, but it still didn't hurt to dream. We were staying in our one-bedroom apartment that we shared in California. He smiled and took my hand as he caressed it. "I promise I'll get us a room with the perfect view of the ocean, just for you. I want us to watch that sunrise together."

He did not let me down by keeping that promise. I wish he wasn't married to Sharpay Evans. I wish he would just call me Mrs. Bolton forever. "I don't know how I could ever thank you. It's no Caribbean, but it's close enough." I told him. He smiled softly and proceeded to change into clothes to sleep in. It was my turn to take a shower. As I emerged from the bathroom when I was finished, Troy had retreated to the bed he had chosen. Again wearing one of his shirts, I walked over to the bed closest to the bathroom. He had already fallen asleep. Lying in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the moment we had in the bathroom in New York. His eyes were telling me that they were wanting something more. It had been a while since the last I had seen him act like this. The next morning, Troy wasn't in bed and wasn't in the bathroom either. I checked the balcony, but it was empty. I sighed and saw the small notepad on the bedside table.

Went to a meeting. Be back soon.

Love,

Troy

Love… Troy? I shook my head, not wanting to go into that deep dark place in my mind again. Getting dressed, I grabbed the extra room key and headed down to the lobby to eat brunch in one of the restaurants. Being led to a booth that was secluded from the wandering eye of the public, I ordered my drink from the waiter.

Where are you?

My phone rang and saw that it was a text from Troy. I assumed that he was back at the room. He must've had an early meeting and didn't want to wake me. I sent him a reply and ten minutes later, he arrived. He took a seat in front of me as the waiter brought out my drink. Troy orders his drink while I ordered my food as well. The waiter walked away, probably disappointed that I was on a "date" with Troy. It's not easy to fool him that we were together. Our food was served to us, and then we began to eat our brunch. "How was the meeting?" I asked and took a bite of my food.

"Stressful. I wish you were there to keep me entertained." I only nodded because I didn't know what else to answer with. We ate in silence, but a few people were glancing over at our direction. Why did people have to stare? "You're not bothered by the people staring at us?"

"And you are?" he asked. We finished our meal as Troy pays for the food. We entered the main lobby and exited the hotel. I looked over at him and saw him smile. He grabs my hand and held it. I tried to pull away, but he kept his hold on me. "Let go." I said.

"You're only making this worse. Accept it Gabs."

"What about Sharpay?"

"Oh, forget about her. You're with me, just have fun." Finally I was able to get him to release his hand from mine. I don't want to start this again with him. "Most words you've spoken to me since we arrived here yesterday." We were heading towards the direction of the boardwalk. I rolled my eyes at him and looked through the clothing racks. Glad I can go outside and get some fresh air. I wanted to get my mind off of the situation at hand. At least it's better than staying inside a stuffy hotel. "Can we get over what happened in New York?" I asked him.

"Oh sure, right after you tell me what's going on. Is it Sharpay? Are you afraid of what she'll say or something?" When I didn't answer, he continued on to questioning me and tells me how desperate he is to want to know the answer. Guess he doesn't like the fact that I'm not talking to him. He hated it when I gave him the silent he deserved it. Troy was worried. He had nothing to be worried about. It's not like he's going to suddenly care about the fact that I'm still in love with him. We've dated for five years. I'm sure that he's pushed his old feelings about me aside and made room for new ones. All I know is that he's unpredictable when it came to certain topics. Since the start of this trip, he has been acting differently. Thank god he got rid of his jock-like façade. "Let's just enjoy the trip okay? I don't want you to start worrying over nothing." For the remainder of our stay in Miami, Troy and I didn't talk to each other. He would go to his meetings and immediately afterwards, he would come back to the hotel without saying anything to me. He's not going to get an answer out of me, not now and not ever.

. . .

Troy's phone was ringing while he was in the bathroom taking a shower. Sharpay was calling to check up on him. It was the third time this week she's called. I wondered if she was suspicious. After all, Troy hadn't been calling her lately to tell her that he was okay. If I didn't pick up the phone, she would most definitely think something was up. I let the phone keep ringing and decided that it would be best to let his voicemail pick up instead. The phone stopped ringing when Troy walked out of the bathroom, again with a towel wrapped around his waist. He's definitely making this second nature. "Did anyone call?" he asked. Those were the first words he has said to me this entire week. I glanced over at his phone. He walked over to pick it up and called Sharpay back. "Hey, sorry I was taking a shower. I left my phone out on the table, so I couldn't answer." He paused for a few moments before hanging up and setting his phone back down on the table. For the few minutes Troy was talking on the phone with Sharpay, I couldn't help but reminisce to the very day Chad called to ask Troy about something important.

"Hey, what's up?" Troy brought his phone to his ear. He stood before me, towel wrapped around his waist. I bite my lip, holding back the temptation to want to unravel the towel to see what was underneath. I glanced up at Troy, who seemingly paid no attention to me while talking with Chad. The two of them were like brothers. Chad Danforth has been best friends with Troy since preschool. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind about what I could do to Troy. The temptation was too strong for me to intentionally unwrapping the towel from his waist. As I let the towel fall to the floor, Troy knew. His breathing became staggered and was now stuttering over the phone. Guess he was trying to hide the fact that his girlfriend was keeping herself busy. He also hoped that Chad wasn't suspicious of what was happening on Troy's end. "Uh… hey man, can I call you back in five minutes?" Troy asked. I glanced up at him with a smirk on my face.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Troy. I quickly shook my head, keeping the thought to myself. He nodded slowly and gave me a look as if he knew what I was thinking. "Look, I can apologize for my indecency but I know what-"

"Troy, it's okay. I'm glad that we're here now." I interrupted. At least it's just you and I here in Miami. Should I tell him? He agreed and I let out a sigh. I walked out to the balcony and he followed me of course. I noticed that he had slipped on a pair of shorts. We both stood outside to glance out over the ocean. This moment would've been perfect if we were married. Troy would just wrap his arms around me. I would just be content with the thought of that. In my own little world, I wanted Troy and he wanted me. Life would be simple. We would live in a beautiful house together, somewhere that hits close to home. I would be his and he'd be mine. Life would be amazing if it went the way I wanted.

"Promise me that no one would get in between us or try to ruin us. Even if someone does, promise that we'll be friends." I glanced over at him as we stood out on our balcony together at our apartment. He smiled and whispered the words 'I promise.'