Title: Lost?
By: Old Fiat Northern France
Rating: Same.
Why: Same.
Notes: This chapter is from Gabriella's point of view. I might not be able to update very often because I have a lot of work to do (in school) before the end of the month. I shall try to update twice more this week but no promises or restrictions.
Summary: See chapter one or my author's page.
Currently listening: To music: Faith by The Boy Least Likely To covering George Michael.
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Chapter Four: Angel in flight
Troy grabbed Gabriella's and they ran swiftly over to a safe area under a few palm trees.
'Taylor!' Gabby cried, feeling as if her head was being pulled backwards.
She watched with Troy as Ryan, Sharpay, Jason, Kelsi, Martha, and Miss Darbus ran over to join them. Chad picked up Taylor and jogged heavily.
'Why'd you guys just run?' said one of the other passengers. He was a young man, probably 20 or 25 with golden hair and a Massachusetts accent. If the circumstances had been different Gabriella probably would've thought him quite handsome. But the circumstances weren't different and there was a large plane wing mere feet above his head and coming down fast.
'Dude, move!' shouted Troy. Unfortunately, the wing finished its drop moments before Troy hit the hard 'v' sound.
Ryan screamed, Sharpay vomited, Kelsi choked, Martha grabbed Miss Darbus's arm, Taylor's eyes widened, Troy's colour drained, Chad squeezed his girlfriend, and Gabriella felt her throat, mouth, and brain drain of all fluid as consciousness left her.
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'I do love sweetie,' Mr Montez hugged her tightly and she felt more tears come to her eyes. 'Never think I don't. Your mother and I may not get along very well, but that doesn't mean that we don't both love you very, very much.'
'If you both love me so much then why can't you stay together?' her tone wasn't hard, it was soft and high. The question was genuine.
'I told you; your mother and I don't get along very well. She's a wonderful mother and she loves you very much. She'll take great care of you,' he was still hugging her. 'It's just hard, when your mother and I—well—don't always agree and I'm travelling and away all the time… it's just better this way.'
'I love you, daddy,' Gabriella continued to cry.
'I love you too, darling,' he gave her one last squeeze and stood up, turning towards the door. 'Your mother said I might be able to come over for Thanksgiving so I guess I'll see you then.'
'Goodbye Monty,' Mrs Montez patted him on the shoulder. 'And you can definitely come over for Thanksgiving. Come over and see Gabby whenever you can, all right?'
'All right,' he opened the door and shut it gently behind him.
Gabby stood up, choked, and ran over to the window. She watched as her father got into the Honda and sped up. She could barely breath for crying. She could feel the sound of the engine on the right side of her head. It was like she'd lost her favourite Barbie or an arm or something else important. She felt cold and alone.
A shield of warmth shot over her. She looked up and saw that it was her mother.
'Don't cry, sweetie,' Mrs Montez wrapped herself around her daughter's small body. 'Your father loves you very much. Besides, you'll see him at Thanksgiving, right?'
'I—,' Gabriella gasped for air and then felt a bit more clear in the head. 'I guess so.' She wiped at her eyes.
'Then let's cheer up. How about we tackle some of that science homework, all right?'
'Okay,' she stood up and tried to cover her tears. She knew her mother knew that she'd been crying, she had been quite obvious about it a few seconds ago. But still… 'I have to go to the bathroom, I'll just be a moment!'
'All right, I'll set everything up,' Mrs Montez picked up Gabriella's school bag and placed it on the table, removing some textbooks and notebooks.
In the bathroom Gabriella dabbed at her eyes with a cold, wet washcloth. The red slowly started disappearing.
She supposed it wasn't all that bad. Her mother was a lot more forgiving and her dad wasn't around most of the time anyway. It was just that now it was official and that made it so much harder, like it could never be changed…
Maybe she and her mum could make some special biscuits for when he comes over at Thanksgiving. That would be good. He'd like that.
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Gabriella awoke under a blue wool robe with Troy sitting at her side.
'Troy?' she said, surprised to see him there. He didn't have the greatest attention span after all and it looked like it was dark out. Had she been out all this time?
'Gabby! Oh my God, Gabby!' he gave a relieved smile. 'I knew you would be okay and everything but still… you were out for three hours!'
'I was?' this was alarming. She hoped there had been no brain damage. 'Didn't any one have a first aid kit with smelling salts?' Okay, she could remember that so it couldn't be very extensive damage.
'Well, Chad tried to get some but they were in the plane and it was on fire an everything,' he had a very soppy look to him now. It was cute and everything but she liked Troy better at the top of his game, not so… weird.
'It's okay, I'm all right,' she sat up and felt actually rather okay. 'Whose robe is this?'
'Sharpay's brother, erm, Ryan,' this change of topic was clearly not much to Troy's interest. 'You're okay, right?'
'Yes,' Gabriella laughed lightly. 'I'm okay, Troy! No worries!' She looked around. 'Where is everyone?'
'Chad and Jason went out to find something to eat,' he supported her back, even though she was clearly all right. 'Ryan and Sharpay are arguing about… something, I can't remember what, and Zeke, Taylor, Kelsi, Martha, and Miss Darbus are setting up a few sleeping areas on the beach. We lit some fires so the search teams can see us.'
'Zeke's back?'
'Oh, yeh, we found him a while ago. He was a bit hurt, like, his leg isn't the best right now so that's why he's helping the ladies.'
The ladies, Gabriella mentally scoffed. The only one out of that group that could possibly be called a lady was Miss Darbus. But Troy had to have his Chivalry and frankly, she didn't really want to take it from him.
'Listen, Gabby,' Troy moved in a bit closer, he seemed worried. 'The rescue teams probably won't be here for a while. When that 'buckle up' announcement came on the little TV, map thing said that we were in the middle of the Pacific. I don't know what island we're on and it'll probably take a few hours for them to find us, you know?'
Troy seemed more scared than she, which, of course, meant that he needed her to be even more scared so he'd have someone to protect.
She obliged.
'Oh my God, you're right! Do you think our mums know about the crash yet?'
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Not the usual cliffhanger (lol) chapter ending but fairly amusing.
Do please tell me what you think! I'll try and get the next chapter written soon and posted. If there are any errors in style, continuity (I do know the wing was falling slowly in the last chapter and quite quickly in this one but that sort of makes sense if you think about it), or grammar do please point them out to me.
Thanks for reading and cheers,
Old Fiat
Buy/drive fiat.
