Diary of A Girl: Chapter 7: Je t'aime Troy Bolton
A/N: You guys will barely see dirty scenes. But once in a while it will pop out. Lire et del'examen! (Read and Review in French. You guys can use it too!) ROMANCE HERE WE COME!
Mon cher journal,
Told you I know French. Haha! I am so awesome. Ha-ha.
Troy took me to a restaurant called Je T'aime. It's a French restaurant! Eeep! And most of the waiters came from Paris! Oh my gosh, I would love to go there. Romantic, beautiful, and stylish! Ha-ha. So as I was saying, they spoke French mixed with English. You should've seen Troy's face when they were talking. It was the funniest look I've ever seen in my entire life! Oh man, I should've taken a picture!
After dinner, we drove to the beach. And might I say I looked fabulous that evening. I was wearing a red dress just above my ankles with a silver hand bag that will only fit my sidekick, my wallet, and my key to the house. I was wearing silver stiletto heels. (A/N: While you review, give me more brands of shoes. I am clueless!). Yes, heels. While we were at the beach, I took my heels off and left it on the sand. Who would steal them anyway? Troy was wearing a suit. And he looked dashing! We walked on the sand, our fingers entwined. It was a romantic evening.
I got cold after 30 minutes of walking slowly on the beach. Troy took of his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. He's a gentleman. I love him so much!
"Brie, I have something to tell you." "Yeah, what is it?" "We can't have sex. Not until we're ready, Brie." "Fine with me. I only wanted to do it because I know you'll be happy. It's just that when you love someone all you want to do is make them happy." "I love you too, Brie." He kissed my forehead. I don't want to get pregnant when I'm 17. It just seems inappropriate. Not that giving the world more people to take care of it is bad, but this always leaves to bad starts. Drop the subject.
Quand on aime quelqu'un plus que tout, tout ce que vous voulez faire est de les rendre heureux. Ça fait mal quand vous les voyez triste, et vous venez de le sentiment d'espoir quand ils sont autour. Je pense que moyen autour de vous.
When you love someone more than anything all you want to do is make them happy. It hurts when you see them sad, and you just feel hopeful when they're around. I feel that way around you.
That's what I wanted to say to Troy. Well I sort of did, but at the same time didn't. Ha-ha. Confusing, right?
We continued walking. After a few minutes we walked back to my shoes and lay down on the sand beside it. I could just stare at the ocean all night. It's beautiful. It's like Troy's eyes when it's dark. And that's how it looked now. I turned to face him and he faced me. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes. Those were the things that describe him the most. When it's a dark shade, he just feels so peaceful. When it's a normal blue shade, he feels normal. And when it's a crystal blue shade, he's happy. I look
into his eyes when he's with me. And I see that shade, that crystal blue shade. I can tell he's happy with me, and I'm happy with him. This has been the best 3 days of my life. Wow, 3 days and we almost had sex? I bet for Troy's past girlfriends just 3 minutes and the girl already lost her virginity. Awkward.
J'adore Troy, tellement. Il est la meilleure chose qui soit jamais arrivé à moi. Je n'oublierai jamais lui. Je l'aime toujours!
I love Troy, so much. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will never forget him. I will love him forever!
I miss Shar terribly. She's paler than a grandma with 8 painkillers and a bottle of whiskey. (A/N: I don't get it either. Lol) What did I just say? I sound like Miley Cyrus! Oh yeah, Miley is one of my girls. But she went out of town for a few weeks. She's on tour actually. She's actually a Popstar called Hannah Montana! She told the principle she'll be gone because of family issues. I think it was pretty convincing that's why he let her go. She's irresistible! She is so cute! That smile is just adorable! Her clothes, oh, her clothes! It's a revolving closet! And she has all the latest fashions! She's even more updated than Shar. But Shar doesn't mind. We all miss Miley terribly.
It's a shame Troy doesn't know Miley. Her similes and metaphors get Shar and I cracking up! Miley will be back in 3 weeks. She's been gone for 3 weeks now. (A/N: Forgive me, I don't know how long a tour is!) The minute she steps into that school, Shar and I will be right beside her! And don't forget Troy. Ha-ha.
I love Troy, ever so dearly. I would never let him go, because I know he'll never leave. Troy isn't like that. Troy's actually a really nice person now. I guess I changed him. He used to be a player. You know, he dated 1 girl a day. He would walk around all day with a girl in his arms; and on his lips. Then they went home together, and sooner or later they would have sex. I would know. I walk by his house on the way to mine. I heard her screams, gasps, and winces. It wasn't pleasant to the ears.
So far, I've heard 18 different voices coming from his room. His parents never seem to be home. Freaky, right?
I snapped back to reality and stopped thinking about my past.
"Gummi?" "Where'd you come up with that, babe?" "I don't know. It just popped up. Like a random make-out session with you!" I giggled. "Oh really? As random as this?" He kissed me passionately. When the need for oxygen grew larger, we pulled away. ""Yeah, like that." I giggled. "I'm random? No way! I thought I was predictable." "C'mon. Take me home ok?" "Sure. Anything for you." He kissed me on my cheek and I gave him a quick peck on the lips.
After that, I was just glad to be home! I felt so tired, I could collapse any moment. Troy walked with me to my front door. Mom wasn't home though. Mom was on a business trip. She'll be back next Monday. (A/N: It's Sunday, so Gabby will wait for a week to be with her mommy or something)
"Shit!" Troy interrupted my thoughts. "What happened babe?" "It's 11:00. I'm locked out now." "Wanna sleepover here?" "Ok. Then that means I'm going to have to wear a polo to school
tomorrow. Aw, man!" Poor Gummi. "I'll wear a dress tomorrow so we'll match. Not too sophisticated, not too stylish. I have the perfect one!" "Cool. Ok, where do you want to sleep, the bed or the couch?" "The bed would be fine, unless it's filled by somebody else." "Ok then. You're sleeping beside me!" I led Troy up to my room and we got dressed into our pajamas.
Troy's sleeping now, I only write at night at the end of the day. Troy looks so cute when he's sleeping. Good night D. I love Troy!
Amor para siempre,
Gabriella