"They want to meet me?" Gabriella repeated. Troy nodded. "Oh no. I can't do that."

Troy sighed, "Why not?"

"I am not good at meeting parents." Gabriella said, getting off of Troy's lap and sitting next to him on the couch. "I get nervous and make a total ass out of myself."

"That's impossible."

"I get clumsy, I stutter, and I get all clammy." Gabriella told him. "It's not a pretty sight. And then your parents will hate me.

"My parents like everyone. They are going to love you. It's just one dinner with my parents and siblings. It's not like you're meeting my whole family."

"Just one dinner?" Gabriella asked.

Troy nodded, "Yes. Just one. I think we're going to CUT."

"What time?"

"Seven."

"Ok. I'll be there."

Troy smiled, "Great. You're going to be just fine."

"If I make a fool of myself, I want you to stop me from talking."

"I just might video tape you and put the video on YouTube."

Gabriella frowned, "You better be joking."

Troy shook his head, "I'm not."

Gabriella shoved Troy, "You're horrible."

"There will be no need for video taping you because you will do fine. Trust me."

Gabriella moved from her spot on Troy's couch. "I hope so."

Gabriella was freaking out. Like I'm-about-to-have-a-nervous-breakdown type of freaking out. Meeting Troy's parents was a huge step in their relationship and it meant a lot. That type of pressure was enough to freak anyone out. "I'm about to lose my mind."

"Ok, Gabriella, I'm going to need you to stop freaking out." Taylor said, sitting on Gabriella's bed. "Take a deep breath."

Gabriella shook her head, "I can't take a deep breath. I'm meeting Troy's parents. Do you guys know how big this is?"

Sharpay nodded, "Yes. We get it."

"And I have absolutely nothing to wear." Gabriella complained, stepping into her walk-in closet.

Taylor rolled her eyes, "Are you kidding? It's like Sex and The City in here. You get all this free Betsey Johnson stuff."

Gabriella opened up one of her drawers and pulled all of her clothes out. "All my clothes suck on a major level. I need a whole new wardrobe."

"Your clothes don't suck." Sharpay argued.

"Yes they do. Troy's parents are sophisticated, and come from old money and I'm going to show up to the restaurant looking like trailer trash and they are going to hate me."

"Your positivity is outstanding." Kelsi replied, sarcastically.

"Do you need a cigarette, or something to calm down?" Taylor asked. "Your clothes are fine and I'm sure Troy's parents will love you."

Gabriella fell back onto her bed, "Stop lying to me. That's not going to help my confidence."

"Well you can't back down now. You're meeting them for dinner in four hours." Kelsi said, looking at her watch. "Now you should maybe take a nap or smoke a joint or something and then start to get ready."

Gabriella grabbed her phone and dialed Troy's number. "I hope he picks up."

"Hello?"

"Troy it's me." Gabriella said, getting off her bed. She went back to her closet.

"Hey Brie." Troy greeted.

"What's your mom's favorite color?" Gabriella asked, pulling a pair of jeans off of a hanger. She decided against them and threw them to the floor.

"I think it's blue." Troy answered.

"You think? Think is not good enough, Troy."

"Why?"

"Because I want to wear something nice tonight and what would be nicer than your mother's favorite color? Nothing."

Troy chuckled, "I don't think my mom would care that much."

"Is she allergic to perfume?"

"Not that I know of. She wears perfume all the time."

"What's her favorite?"

"Chanel."

"Which one?"

Troy sighed, "There's more than one? Wow, you learn something new everyday."

"Yes, there is more than one. Is it Chanel No. 5? No. 7?"

"Babe, I don't know. You don't need to do all of this stuff to impress my mom."

Gabriella surveyed a black dress hanging in her closet. "Ok."

"I have to go. I'll see you tonight."

"Ok, bye." Gabriella hung up. "I still don't know what to do. All I know is Troy's mother is a Chanel fan."

"You are over-analyzing things." Taylor told her. "So I'm going to pick your outfit for you."

Gabriella sighed in defeat, "Ok."

Taylor pulled a white silk blouse off of her hanger and tossed it to Gabriella. "What about this?"

Gabriella scrunched up her face, "No."

"What about this?" Taylor suggested a blue halter top.

"God no." Gabriella screeched. "I'm meeting his parents not becoming a stripper. I don't want to give off the wrong impression."

"Why don't you just wear a skirt that goes down to your ankles and a wool turtleneck?" Sharpay teased.

"You guys are no help. I might as well show up naked."

"That'd leave an...interesting first impression."

"You guys are going to love Gabriella." Marcus said, scanning over his menu.

"You love her enough for everyone, Marcus." Troy pointed out.

"That's true. Buts it hard not to."

"I wonder wear she is." Yasmine said, scanning the restuarant.

"I see her." Troy waved to Gabriella. She smiled and walked over to his table. "Hi." He gave Gabriella a hug.

"Hi." Gabriella smoothed down her jacket. After multiple outfit choices, she finally chose one. A pair of skinny black 7's, a plain white shirt, a black tuxedo jacket and a pair of bright red Jimmy Choo's.

"Just so you know, my mom hates the color red."

All the color drained from Gabriella's face, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Troy burst into laughter at the look on Gabriella's face, "I'm kidding, babe."

"This is my mom, Lucille, my dad, Jack, and my little sister, Yasmine." Troy introduced. "Guys this is my girlfriend, Gabriella."

Gabriella extended her hand to shake, "Nice to meet you."

Lucille scoffed, "Oh nonsense. We are huggers in this family." She pulled Gabriella into a big hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard so many good things about you."

"Likewise." Gabriella sat down in a chair next to Troy.

"So Gabriella, tell us a bit about yourself."

"Um, well, I was born in Spain, but I lived in London for 16 years of my life because my dad was a lawyer out there until I moved to San Diego."

Troy turned to her, "You never told me about living in Europe. You don't have an accent."

"Well I can turn it on and off." Gabriella said. "I'm like Robert Pattinson or Idris Elba."

"That's so cool and exotic." Yasmine said.

Gabriella shook her head, "Not really."

"So Gabriella, Troy said you got a BA in psychology from Stanford." Jack pointed out.

Gabriella nodded, "Yeah. I graduated two years ago then I moved out here to model full time."

"Finally Troy is dating someone with a brain."

"Mom, don't start." Troy pleaded in a warning tone.

Lucille shrugged, "Well it's the truth. I never liked the girls you dated."

Troy noticed Gabriella shot him a nervous glance. "Well that was my high school and college life. I was never serious with them."

"Great."

A waiter came over to their table to take everyone's orders. Troy reached over and grabbed Gabriella's hand. "You ok?"

Gabriella nodded, "Yeah."

"You haven't made an ass of yourself." Troy teased, giving Gabriella an I-told-you-so look.

Gabriella let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

"Gabriella how did you get into modeling?" Yasmine questioned, as the waiter walked away.

Gabriella laughed, "I was 18 and I was at the mall and my best friend, Taylor was taking pictures of me, and some guy walked up to me and said 'You're super pretty. Have you ever considered modeling?'. And I laughed and said, "No way.". And the guy gave me his card and call him if I wanted to model."

"But you didn't want to model?"

"I was hesitant because I was in college and I was captain of the dance team. And my parents did not want me to quit school, so there was a lot of scheduling."

"You were on your school's dance team?" Yasmine asked. Gabriella nodded. "I was on my high school dance team."

"I miss it so much. I danced most of my life and I wanted to be a choreographer for some time of my life."

"You guys have a lot in common." Jack pointed out.

"Great."

Lucille picked up a wine list, "Gabriella do you drink wine?"

Gabriella nodded, "Yeah."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Lucille sighed, "Red wine gives me headaches."

Gabriella shook her head, "You must not drink it right. There is a certain way you have to drink it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You have to swirl it around in your glass first, then when it's in your mouth it has to settle at the back your throat, then you swallow it." Gabriella explained.

Lucille gasped, "I didn't know that. I've been drinking wine the wrong way all this time."

"I learned all of this stuff at a wine tasting last year with my mom and my sister."

"Ooh that sounds fun. We should go one day. Head to Napa Valley, go wine tasting, go to the spa, have a girls day out." Lucille announced.

"That sounds fun."

"Troy I like this one." Lucille told her son. "She's a keeper.

Troy smiled and gave Gabriella's hand a squeeze, "I think so to."

"That went well." Gabriella told Troy. She sat down on his lap and taking off her shoes.

Troy nodded, "Yeah. My family totally adores you."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. My mom is already making plans to kidnap you and take you to Napa Valley."

"I like your family. They remind me so much of mine."

"Now I get to meet your family."

"My mom is probably the sweetest person you will ever meet in your life, but my dad is another story when it comes to meeting my boyfriends. He has a shotgun."

Troy groaned, nervously, "Oh great. That's going to be hard."

"It was easy meeting your family. Mine is no different."

"But I'm pretty sure your dad is super intimidating."

"You will do just fine. Trust me." Gabriella teased, using Troy's words against him.

Troy rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up."