Chapter Started: July 10, 2010.

Chapter Finished: July 10, 2010.

Trivia Answer: Kitten

Trivia Winner(s): NONE!

Author's Note: Well, everyone here is the fourth chapter to this story. I hope that you guys enjoy this one because of…well, you'll see, and for those of you feeling bad for Troy, I do too, its killing me not having Troyella together – God, you don't know how much it hurts! I love you guys, I love Troyella so, just hold out a little while longer, and we'll all get our wish, okay?

- J.L.A

=Mistaken Summer=

-Chapter 4: Dinner-

"Uh, Chef..." Troy said as he stood inside the kitchen, "what's the special for tonight again?"

All Chef Michael's could do was shake his head and laugh at the teenager before replying with an amused smile, "For Mr. E's group it's BBQ ribs while for other customers – if your not too busy to get to them – it's beef tenderloin with a side of mash potatoes with or without gravy and corn."

"And the side dishes for the BBQ ribs and can they order the other special?" Troy replied, making notes on one of the far back pages of his notepad so he could rip it off to stick it in the pocket of his work shirt, just to remind him in case he forgot.

"The same for Mr. E's group, except its either fresh steamed broccoli or corn," the Chef replied, "And yes, they can order the other special also."

"Got it, thanks," Troy replied.

"No problem, good luck," Chef Michaels replied to the young man.

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it."

"I'm sure you do which is why I said it."

As Troy walked out of the kitchen and made his way towards Ryan's table where he sat with Gabriella and his friends, and he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, just mere inches from the table, when he saw Ryan pull out a chair for a dressed up Gabriella.

God, I love red on her, Troy thought as he gazed at her and admired her outfit. Her outfit consisted of a red halter v-neck dress that had knotted straps and fell just mid thigh while on her feet sat a pair of gold 4 ½-inch high heels that had a thick ankle strap to them and it tied on the back with a black ribbon. Around her neck sat a gold hoop linked necklace that dangled down into her cleavage while a pair of gold hoops sat in her ears. Her make up was simply red lip stick with smokey eye make up, and her hair was how he had never seen it before, straightened, and pulled halfway back with a gold rhinestone clip that had a G on it.

He soon snapped back into reality and took a deep breath before he started to walk towards the table again, this time with John, the waiter from break, in toe to help him with the table of eight.

At the table, no one noticed Troy or John walk up, until they heard Troy's voice, halting their laughter and smiles immediately, "Good evening, Ryan and Wildcats."

"Bolton," the whole table, except for one, said back with glares.

"Well, seeing as you all know this knuckle head, allow me to introduce myself, I'm John Bails and I'll be helping Troy out tonight," John said deciding to save Troy from the cold glares and voices.

"Can't we just have you tonight?" Zeke asked him.

"I'm sorry, but you can't. Mr. Fulton's got two waiters manning a table of six or more," John replied, even though he and Troy knew it was not true, and Troy secretly sent him his thanks and an inward smile.

"Great," all of the table, except for one, replied with a roll of their eyes and sarcasm in their voices.

"So, what would you guys like to drink?" John asked them.

"We'll have a pitcher of Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, and Sparkling Water to go around please," Ryan ordered.

"Okay," John said writing it down on his notepad with his black Sharpie marker.

"Would you also like a pitcher of ice too?" Troy asked.

"Yes please," Ryan replied, flashing a smile towards the high school basketball (main) captain.

"And to eat, if you're ready that is," John asked.

"Well, for starters we'll all have an order of white bread rolls and Cesar salads to go around," Jason replied, taking over for Ryan.

"Catalina, Italian, Ranch, and Vinegar, right?" Troy asked, smirking and knowing their order of dressings for each of their salads.

"Of course, Bolton," Chad replied, glaring.

"Then we'll be right back with them," John replied with a smile.

"Sure thing," Jason replied.

Soon later as the others continued to talk, Gabriella admired Troy's muscles as he carried two pitchers of soda causing his muscles to gently bulge out against the long sleeves of his work shirt.

She watched as he gently sat the pitchers down before helping John unload the other pitchers off the trolley. Together, they started to fill cups up with ice and then the drink specified by each person.

Soon enough though, everyone held his or her breath as Troy whispered to Gabriella, "Pepsi without ice, Brie?"

At the sound of the nickname that he was only allowed using for her, she nodded her head at him while playing with the napkin that sat in her lap.

"Thank you," Gabriella whispered lightly and she noticed Troy smile softly at the sound of her voice.

"You're very welcome," Troy replied with a smile and in a whisper.

To Be Continued…

Well, I guess this story is not feeling like homework to me because once again I have another chappie finished. I'm hoping you guys like it and just so you know, the rest of the dinner will be continued in some way, shape or form, in the next chappie, but for now….

Adios My Loves,

Jessica, xo.

Trivia Q: When Chad sets Troy's hamburger down in HSM2, Troy picks it back up and says…what?

I wanna see that Hawaiian wedding,

I wanna see that blissful 'Honeymoon' phase,

I wanna see her bearing their child,

I wanna see that sweet little angel with its father's eyes and mother's features,

I Want To See Them Have It All

But... I guess I will have to wait...

~Z&V~