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I love all the things you do (I'm feeling this)
Show me the way to bed (I'm feeling this)
Show me the way you move (I'm feeling this)
Fuck it, it's such a blur (I'm feeling this)
I love all the things you do (I'm feeling this)

Feeling This, by Blink 182


Alright, so I may be getting into a habit of stealing my father's car. A co-worker drove him today because of some group meetings or something, so he left it home. My mother was talking on the phone about an open house, Felix wouldn't let me have his car, I wouldn't even ask the twins, then a inquisition would occur, and there was no way I was talking to my sister's about what is going on on my life. I took it upon myself and took the keys. I'll be back soon, promise. Vince promised to keep them distracted in case someone notices-cough, Alex, cough.

As soon as I walked into the school, I regretted making it here so soon. It was about ten minutes after Troy's text, but what if he asked me here to say we should be friends? What I need to do is stop assuming things and face him. I need to be an adult-fuck that, I just want to get this over with if this turns into some big dumping session. Bleh, like we were ever together.

After two minutes of standing out front of the rooftop door, I convinced myself to go in. I went at a normal pace up the steps, wanting to put this off a little more. I knew he heard me because when I reached the top, he was sitting on the bench, looking right at me.

I wanted to smile at the sight of him, but refrained. "Hi," I choked out, my stomach in knots.

Troy stood up. "Back at you," he replied, sending me a sweet smile.

I stayed where I was standing, frozen, like when I first met him. "Hi," I repeated.

He chuckled. Is that good? I am so confused. "You can come over here, I won't hurt you," he assured me, holding his hand out for me. Does he mean hurt me physically or emotionally? 'Cause I kinda figured the first one.

I forced my feet to move and made my way over to him. I put my hand in his, biting my lip at the warmth. "Have you left school yet?" I wondered.

"Nope," he answered easily. "As soon as you told me off, I came up here to think," he explained. "You were right, it is a good place to think," he agreed.

I nodded, swallowing awkwardly. "And, what did you think about?" I whispered.

"You. Us," he listed off. "I'm sorry," he apologized. Sorry? For what? Is this bad? Oh, God! "For.. treating you the way I did," he said. Oh, geez. You should have said that sooner!

I cleared my throat. "You mean...?" I left it open.

"I mean, kissing you when you thought I wouldn't do it in the open. For making you think I really did like those girls hitting on me. For making you feel like I wanted to be friends with benefits," he went on. "Need more?" he questioned.

I shook my head. "Nah, you're good," I mumbled. "I guess you are the one saying sorry a lot now, huh?" I commented.

Troy chuckled. "Seems so," he agreed. "As a peace offering, I got you something," he informed me, letting my hand go and stepped back. He reached for something I didn't see before then handed it to me.

It was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I had all the pretty flowers, all the ones I liked, but didn't know the names of. "It's beautiful," I murmured, sniffing them. I never understood why people smelled flowers, do they smell good? These flowers smelled pleasant. I smiled. "Thank you."

"I thought it might help when I do this," he began, producing a purple flower from behind him again. The stem was cut and he positioned it on my ear. It also matched my outfit, this boy thinks of everything. "Brie, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

I opened my mouth, shocked. Seriously?

He didn't seem to take my silence well. "I know I have been sort of a dick today, and I am sorry about it. But, I like you as much as you like me, I've liked you since the first moment I saw you at Chad's. You are just so beautiful, and smart, and interesting, and unlike every other girl I've been with before. I want you, Gabriella, all of you, not just kissing you behind closed doors," he carried on. "I want to walk into school tomorrow holding your hand and-"

"Troy," I cut him off, bursting inside. "I'll be your girlfriend," I answered.

He smiled. "Really?" he asked, excitement in his voice.

I nodded with a small giggle, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend," I murmured, breathing in his scent.

I liked hugging him. He was a good kind of warm, plus he held me in a way.. in a way I had never been hugged before. It's hard to explain, it was tight and firm, yet he held me as if I was something delicate, something he didn't want to break in someway. His face buried into my hair, taking a whiff of his own. "You have no idea how nervous I was you would say no," he confessed.

I let out a small laugh. "You have no idea how nervous I was you were bringing me up here to tell me you don't like me this way," I challenged him.

"How could you think I wanted you any other way?" he questioned, pulling away a little. "Half of what we do is make out," he reminded me.

I laughed lightly. "That doesn't mean you like me, it means you like kissing me," I teased.

He smiled, pushing a curl of my hair behind my ear. "I like both," he stated. "And, now, I can do it any time I want," he said, dipping his head down to kiss me.

For once, I didn't have second thoughts after the first minute, I didn't have the urge to pull away, that this is the wrong thing to do. For once, I just kissed him.

"Sh!" I laughed as Troy let me into his house about twenty minutes later. Right after we began kissing, the school was to close, so we had to leave. We chose his house since mine is full, full of boys who if they knew about us, wouldn't like him so much anymore. Plus, Chad is off with Taylor, and Charlie isn't home, it's only Miranda, who is in the kitchen, giving us time to run upstairs unnoticed.

"It's that one," he pointed out to the door down the hall from Chad's on the complete opposite side of the house as his parents room. It's convienant. I used to love coming to Chad's house, it's only two bedrooms smaller than mine, yet only three people live here. It was amazing to me.

I held in my laughter until he closed the door. "You're such an idiot!" I wailed, falling back onto his nice-sized bed. It's about the same size as mine.

Troy collapsed next to me, laughing as well. "I didn't know she was there!" he insisted, scooting back on the bed more.

We had driven back to my house, dropped off my dad's car, not to mention his keys, and tried to covertly make it back to his house. The only thing is that Troy practically clotheslined into a girl walking a whole bunch of dogs. He proceeded to get tangled into all the dog's leashes, and scare the girl, plus the dogs, while I laughed my ass off from behind the bushes. We did this 'covertly' because of my brother's, I don't want them to know about us just yet. Today, yes, now, no. I want some alone time with my boyfriend before they mangle his face. Hm.

Boyfriend. Troy Bolton is my boyfriend. That makes me feel all warm and girlie, and I love it.

I continued to laugh, following Troy in his movements to lean against the wall next to his bed. "I've never been in your bedroom before," I commented, my stomach now hurting.

"Well, here it is," Troy stated the obvious, linking a hand with mine. "I think it's more Chad's room than mine seeing as it's in his favorite colors, not mine," he added in a sigh.

"Red, black, and white are Chad's favorite colors," I agreed, looking around. The walls are white, while the carpet is tan, and there are two doors, plus a closet, and clothes strewn about, and a box full of things next to the bed. He has a decent-sized TV, and a desk with his school stuff littered all over it, and a stereo. Everything was either red, black, or white, except the bedspread, which was red and blue. "I've seen worse," I assured him, turning my head to look at him. "I live with almost all boys seeing as my sister's are only home a quarter of the year," I said.

Without a word, he leaned forward and kissed me. It was only a peck, but that didn't stop me from smiling because of it. "I want to know you better," he spoke up.

"What do you want to know?" I wondered, biting my lip.

"Come here," he urged, moving himself to the middle of the bed, and patted the spot in front of him. I moved to where he wanted. He opened his legs to give me room to be close to him. I scooted right on in. One of my legs slipped over his, while I folded the other underneath me. "We're gonna have a thumb war battle," he informed me.

I laughed. "Like, one, two, three four, I declare a thumb war?" I questioned.

He nodded, obviously not seeing the humor in he situation as I did. "Uh-huh, and we gotta be honest. It might turn awkward, or even funny, but you have to honest. That is the rule of the game," he insisted. "Plus, whoever wins gets to ask the questions first," he added.

"Deal," I agreed, holding a hand out. We did the beginning part. "No!" I squealed a moment later, veering my thumb away from his, I actually veered my whole body.

"I think that is cheating," Troy chuckled, reaching his thumb far out to get mine. I felt his other hand on my leg, just lying there, naturally.

"Is not!" I denied, still squirming my body away to get my thumb away from his.

Troy pinned my thumb anyways. "That is cheating," he stated, ignoring me looks of defiance. "Alright, first question, Brie," he started. "Am I your first boyfriend?"

Oh, geez, let's get my inexperience of of the way as soon as possible, right? Gag me. I steered my eyes away from his. "Sorta," I muttered.

"Sorta is a not an acceptable answer," he responded.

"I-I my first real boyfriend," I admitted, a bit ashamed. I finally put my eyes on his. He didn't have a funny face on that made me embarrassed or anything. "I had two in eighth grade, but that doesn't really count, does it?" I asked rhetorically. "Neither of them lasted long, what relationship lasts from eighth grade, anyways?" I questioned.

Troy looked like he wanted to laugh. "Um, Chad and Taylor?" he reminded me.

"Damn," I swore. They did last.

"So, what happened to them? The guys, I mean," he wondered.

I sighed, shrugging. "My first was Matt Douglas-"

"Wait, Matt on the basketball team, Matt?" Troy interrupted me. He's on second string.. just thought I would put that out there.

I nodded. "That's him. It lasted about a month, and we basically consisted of holding hands in the halls and writing notes to eachother in science. We kissed once, but it was horrible," I admitted, making him laugh, but I also laughed, so it was okay. "I'm serious, our teeth clanked together and he bit my lip. I broke up with him the following Monday," I said.

Troy was still laughing. "Did he make you bleed or something?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, but he did tare some skin," I answered.

"From what I've heard, he hasn't gotten much better," he replied. That sucks. "I guess I don't have to ask who your first kiss was," he added.

I smiled. "Oh, he wasn't my first kiss. Anyways, the next was Evan Brook. That one lasted a month and a half, it was practically the same thing, only notes in English and history, I think, this time. Oh, and he was a better kisser, but he moved, so we broke up," I finished.

"Who was your first kiss?" he wondered with interest.

"Nope, I believe you have to answer you own question for me before any new questions are asked," I insisted, slipping off my purple metallic jacket, leaving me a black sleeveless flowy top, gray jeans, and my curly hair, of course. The purple flower has joined the other flowers on the desk.

He let out a breath. "Uh, my first girlfriend was in seventh grade. I've had a girlfriend every year," he commented to himself. "It went Sara Millinger, Natalie Ross, Carrie Thomas, then Brittany Walters. At first, they didn't last long, but they got longer as I got older. I dated Brittany for about," he stopped to think. "Six months, then we broke up because, well, she was bitch," he said honestly.

"Like Allison?" I asked.

He nodded. "Exactly like Allison," he stated. "Now, come on, I wanna know who your first kiss was," he urged, holding his hand up yet again for another thumb war. We began to battle it out. "Stop squirming, it doesn't help," he insisted, tickling my side.

"Troy!" I squealed, flailing a bit, giving him the oppertune time to pin my finger. "Dammit, this isn't fair, your fingers are longer!" I whined, pouting.

He leaned in to kiss me lightly. My eyes fluttered closed as he did. It was quick, too quick, however, it managed to make me butter. "I thought you weren't competitive," he murmured.

"With things I don't care about," I corrected. "I care about this," I told him. "If you must know, my first kiss was Ryan," I admitted.

He instantly burst out laughing. I knew it would happen, it was the one time I mentioned kissing a boy in front of my brother's and they all laughed, even the little ones. Ryan is not a threat. We haven't been hanging with Ryan as much as we usually do, but still, Troy must notice how he is. "R-Ryan Evans?" he laughed.

I nodded. "It wasn't some big thing. Chad was teasing me about never kissing a boy, this was before Matt, so I grabbed Ryan by the face and kissed him," I said. "It was weird."

"I bet," he calmed down. "My first kiss was in fifth grade, with Megan Moyer. We were in the same class, she was cute, plus we were on the same bus together. I walked her to our bus once, then right before we got on, I kissed her," he told me. Aw. "And, left her there, dumbstruck that I kissed her," he finished.

"Like I did to you?" I joked.

Troy gave me a funny look. "Ha ha, but yes," he agreed. "I guess it was about time Megan got some revenge, she just had to use the girl I was seriously crushing out on," he sighed.

I laughed. "Aw, Troy, you were crushing out on me?" I wondered, linking our hands together.

"Uh, yeah, I was your little puppy dog to kick around. You're a good kicker, it wasn't fun for me," he told me.

I faked a gasp, swiping at his chest lightly. "I didn't know you liked me any other way than a friend. I am not that kind of girl, Troy Bolton. I don't play games either," I replied. "Besides, I am emotionally retarded," I said. He raised an eyebrow. "Nevermind, next battle," I insisted, holding my free hand up.

Troy distracted me this time by resting his forehead on mine as we played, being all cutesy. Since I am a hopeless romantic, it made my insides goo, thus giving him the win. I better get used to this stuff real quick. I cannot lose throughout this entire relationship.

"Win!" he gloated, holding his arms up in victory. I frowned. I hate losing to my boyfriend. Boyfriend, there is that wonderful word again! "Alright, baby," he thought outloud. Oh, he called me baby! He must have come to a question because he straigtened up. "Now, I'm not asking you this question to embarrass you, but I need to know because we are dating now," he started.

"I don't like the sound of this," I honestly told him.

He cupped my cheek with a small smile. "Don't be embarrassed," he repeated. "Are you a virgin?" he wondered.

Instantly, my pinks turned bright pink. I wiggled out of his grip, holding my own hands to my cheeks to cover it up. Oh, God, what a bad question!

"I said don't be embarrassed," he reminded me. He pulled me closer, wrapping an arm tightly around me.

I leaned against him in the hug. "I haven't had a boyfriend since eighth grade, you think I've done that?" I questioned softly.

"I didn't think you did, but you don't have to have a boyfriend to lose your virginity, Brie," he went on. "I also know you're not that kind of girl, that isn't hard to realize, but sometimes people surprise you, so I had to ask," he added, still holding me.

I shook my head against his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm a vir- I haven't, you know-"

"I get it, babe," he cut me off, pressing a kiss to my hair.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso. "You're warm," I cooed, extremely comfortable. After a moment, I realized I hadn't asked him back. "Are you.. one?" I asked, finding the word virgin to awkward to say outloud.

He pulled away, keeping my hands in his. "No," he answered honestly.

"Brittany or Carrie?" I mumbled lowly. "Or, neither?" I asked, hoping for one of the first.

He let out a breath. "Brittany. I wouldn't lose it to some girl I barely know," he assured me. "It was Brittany, a few weeks before we broke up. We were both drunk, so I only remember parts. It wasn't her first time, but she knew it was mine. We didn't really talk about it, it was just kinda there, we had done it. I wasn't a virgin anymore, so let's keep going, ya know?" he said. "We did it a few times, then a friend of mine, Greg, told me Brittany was only using me to climb the social ladder," he informed me. "I asked her about it, she didn't exactly deny it, so we broke up. I take these kinds of things seriously, it's not just a game or fun to me. Dating is supposed to be fun, and it is, but that isn't the only thing I want," he told me. "It's more to me than that. It didn't matter much to her seeing as the next day she was already fucking some other guy."

"I'm sorry it wasn't what it should have been for you," I apologized, squeezing his hand.

"It's not your fault," he insisted. "We can't change the past, so don't worry about it. What we can do is look into the future, and I hope your first time won't be like mine," he aded in a low tone. "If I have anything to do with it, it won't be," he murmured, looking into my eyes. "I know we just started dating today, so I know this is kinda fast, but I want you to know," he went on. "I want you to know that I want us to last a long time, and I like you more than I've liked any other girl. If what I want to happen, happens, I want you to know that I'm never gonna push you into something like that. I've done... well, everything, so when you're ready, I'm ready," he finished.

I smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. "You're a good boyfriend, you know?" I mumbled, hugging him.

"I'm cheesy," he admitted.

"You're cute," I corrected. "And, I like it," I stated, moving into his lap more. I tilted my head up towards his so he could kiss me.

Our foreheads bumped before out lips touched, however, as we went to kiss, Troy's bedroom door opened. "Hoops-" Chad started.

We parted from each other. "Chad," Troy said surprised as he cleared his throat.

"Oh, my God," Chad began to chant while hopping up and down like a girl. "Oh, my God!" he exclaimed a few more times. I laughed a little. Then, he jumped on Troy's bed and bounced like a kid. "You two are together!"

I tried to hold myself steady. "Chad, seriously-" I was stopped when he fell to his knees, then smashed us together in a hug, all three of us. It hurt seeing as my head clunked into Troy's as Chad's arm held onto me a bit too tight.

"We're dating!" he announced happily, squeezing us tighter. I would have laughed if I wasn't in pain.

Troy must have felt the same because he removed Chad from us. "Chad, we're dating," he corrected, pointing from me to himself. "Not you, that would be awkward, and weird, and cheating on Taylor," he informed him, completely serious. See, this are the kind of best friends that they are. I think it's adorable.

"When did this happen, how did this happen?" Chad began to question, obviously not caring what Troy had said. "I knew you thought she was hott, but really?" he asked.

"You talked to Chad about me?" I wondered, turning to Troy.

He shrugged. "He's my best friend," he replied.

"And, the only thing you told him was that I am hott?" I responded. "That's it? Not that I am smart, or funny, or-"

"One person question me at a time please," Troy cut me off. "You," he said, looking towards Chad. "We'll talk later, right now, I wanna be with my girlfriend, so go away," he ordered nicely, pointing at the door. "Lock the door on your way out too, please," he added, still being nice and polite.

Chad sighed, appearing to be a bit sad, and did as he was told. Hm, there is a lock on his door. Convienant.

"Now, you," he began again, looking into my eyes. "I told Chad more, but he left it out. I didn't even tell him everything because I didn't want him to tell you," he explained to me.

I smiled. "You don't have to keep things from Chad if you don't want to. He is my best guy friend, but he's your best friend in general. Besides, he's good at keeping important secrets, especially if they are about people he cares about," I reminded him. "He wouldn't tell me if he didn't think he absolutely had to, he doesn't butt in much, it's Sharpay and Taylor you have to worry about," I assured him.

"They aren't the only thing I have to worry about," Troy replied. I waited for him to tell me what else he has to worry about. "You have whole bunch of brother's who would want to castrate me if they knew about us," he said, "I normally wouldn't care. I want to be with you, they won't change that, but I have heard the rumors. I also spoke to some guys, they do not joke about you," he stated.

I shook my head. "No, they do not," I agreed. "Now, I'm sad," I whined, dropping my head onto his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around me. "Why are you sad? I didn't mean to do that," he insisted.

"Because, when they find out about us, they are going to damage you. I like you the way you are," I muttered, snuggling into him.

"I like me the way I am too," Troy said, and I felt his finger tips on the small of my back. I liked it, I liked feeling his hands on my skin. I didn't even think about it before pressing my lips to his neck. I could just kiss him now, and not think about it too much, I liked that too. I didn't have to over-analyze anything, I could just kiss him, knowing he's mine.

That's what happened. We began kissing, which lead to more kissing. Deep kissing. Troy kissed me in ways I have never been kissed before. As we kissed and I felt his tongue run along my lip, I stopped suddenly. He didn't ask embarrassing questions, he didn't laugh, he didn't get frustrated. "It's okay," he murmured against my lips, a hand cupping my cheek.

"Troy, I've never," I stopped myself, cutting short. I hate that I am so unexperienced when he's done everything, probably almost everything with more than one girl.

"It's okay," he repeated simply, kissing me softly.

I've never felt that I do when I am with Troy. I'm comfortable, yet on edge, I'm nervous, yet content, is it this way for everybody? Plus, I've never really felt this thump between my legs like I am right now. He kissed me so softly over and over again, which didn't exactly stop the thump if you know what I mean. A part of me wants to stop the thump, just so I can concentrate more on Troy, but I also like it, really like it. It's so different. My heart was pounding out of my chest too, not to mention the heat. It's so hot in here, but a good kind of hot.

After a a minute, his tongue made it's self known again (in a good way of course). I was startled again. Gosh, can I be more of an idiot? "Brie," he started as I opened my eyes to see that he was looking into mine. "You don't have to be nervous around me, it's okay," he rephrased. "Just do what I do," he instructed.

"This won't be like the scene in Cruel Intentions will it?" I wondered on a light note, trying to sooth the butterflies in my stomach. In a minute, I'll be French kissing Troy, which shouldn't be a big deal, but I am both excited and nervous. This isn't as big as losing your virginity is, obviously, but it's still means something to me.

He chuckled lowly. "Seeing as I am a boy and you a girl, no, not exactly," he answered, getting my reference. He rested his forehead on mine. "Don't worry about it, we'll be doing this plenty, you'll be an expert in no time," he assured me.

I laughed too. "Whatever you say," I replied, adjusting myself since the thump was still 'bothering' me.

Troy kissed me once again. His lips still feel so soft, and warm, and natural, and make me feel so... whoa! Troy's tongue entered my mouth a little. It connected with mine, making me gasp lightly. He didn't stop, probably because I didn't stop. I let him take the lead. He slowly coaxed mine into moving with his. My heart beated faster, my thump got worse, I couldn't even think properly.

Once he pulled away, I needed a moment to collect myself. "I.. like that," I whispered with my eyes closed.

I heard Troy's chuckle again. "I do too," he agreed. "I like you," he added as he kissed down my neck.

That felt good too. He slowly sucked and kissed the entire time. When he hit a spot right underneath my ear, I moaned lightly. He continued to work at the spot, which made me practically jelly before pulling away. "Stop," I demanded, replacing his lips with my hand.

He laughed. "Why?" he wondered, looking into my eyes. "Don't you like it?" he asked.

"That doesn't mean you should do it," I replied. Wait, what? He laughed at me again. "Shut up," I mumbled. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. This only made me realize our position. He was sitting on the bed while I was straddling this lap. I went to move, but Troy held me in place, his hands very close to my bum. I didn't mind that, though. "I-"

"You're fine," he cut me off to assure me. "Unless you feel uncomfortable," he added. I shook my head, resting my forehead on his. "Then, stay, I like having you close," he told me.

I smiled and bit my lip. "Is this so.. easy for you every time?" I questioned.

"Is what so easy?" he asked, pushing a hair behind my ear.

I kissed him before answering. "This transition. We were barely friends, and now we're dating. I think it is easier being like this with you than being only your friend, for some reason," I explained.

"I like this better too," he agreed. His arms were loosely around my lower waist. "I dunno, some people are just never meant to be friends, they're meant to be this," he said. "Some people can be great friends then change into this, but I don't think it was that way with us," he went on. "And, no, it wasn't this easy for me everytime. I was always 'friends' with my other girlfriends before we got together," he said with air quotes. "There was always that awkward time where I was like, should I hold her hand?"

"You can hold my hand," I teased with a smile.

"I know I can," he said before kissing the corner of my mouth. "It's easy with you," he breathed.

I smiled. "I wanna kiss you," I stated.

"Then, kiss me," Troy replied.

I shook my head. "I have to go home," I sighed.

"No!" he denied, holding me in a hug.

I smiled wider, hugging him in return with a hand in his hair. His hair is soft. "Yes, my mom will be having dinner soon, so that means someone will be calling me to ask if I am coming home for dinner. I wanna talk to her first, she can command my brother's to not kill you, and not get in the middle of us," I informed him.

He groaned. "Call me after dinner?" he asked as he pressed a kiss to that spot on my neck.

"Eh, it's sensitive there, don't do that," I whined, pulling away.

"Almost every girl has a sensitive spot on their neck. I have found yours, so I am definitely not going to forget it," he assured me. "Answer my question or I'll kiss it again," he threatened playfully.

I giggled. "Yes, I'll call you, I'll go as far as seeing if I can come back over," I responded.

Troy smiled. "Good deal," he said, kissing me happily.

"Bye, Chad!" I called through his house as Troy walked me down the steps.

"Bye, Ella!" he shouted back from what sounded like the kitchen.

"You know he already called all of our friends, right?" I asked, squeezing his hand.

Troy nodded. "Yep," he nodded. "I'll keep the door locked until you text me the all clear," he joked.

"You really should do that," I commented. "Troy, there are three of them and one of you," I reminded him. "They can be so ruthless-"

"You are beautiful," he interrupted me. "And, fun, and smart, and slightly odd, but I like you," he told me. I don't think I take offense to that, I am slightly odd. "I like you a whole bunch, so no matter what they do, I am going to keep seeing you," he stated.

I smiled and kissed him. "Such a good boyfriend," I mumbled in between kisses.

"Hello! I need to talk to my best friend! Leave Ella!" Chad ordered from wherever he was.

I glared in his direction while Troy chuckled. "Call me, text me, I wanna know if I should wear a teeth guard to school tomorrow," he said with one last kiss.

"'Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me. Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when, I will be there until the very end,'" I sang aloud. "Kim Possible, hello!" I informed him because of his confused look. "It's part of the theme song."

He burst out laughing. "I was right, you are odd, very odd," he confirmed in his laughter.

"Oh, you know I know you know I know that you knew exactly what I was singing," I sing-songed. Does that even make sense. "Or something like that," I muttered.

He kissed me before he laughed some more. "All I got out of that is that you have a beautiful singing voice," he commented. My cheeks turned light pink. I do not sing in public, only in my shower, in the car, and with my friend's. He cupped my cheek. "You do. Now, leave, before Chad throws you out," he said. "He's evesdropping," he insisted.

"Am not!" Chad yelled from somewhere I couldn't see.

"Call me," Troy repeated, opening the door for me.

I nodded and kissed him before practically skipping across the street. I am odd. I threw open the door. "Hello!" I called out, closing it behind me quickly. I went towards the living room only to find all my brother's, minus Alex and plus Jaymi, watching TV. "Where's Mami?" I wondered, biting my lip.

"Out," Marcus answered as he turned towards me.

I crinkled my eyebrows. Right now? No, she wouldn't be. She'd be home, making dinner and yelling at them. "Where? Why?" I questioned.

"Dunno," Lucas told me. "But, we sure do have to talk to you," he said.

Uh-oh. "What do you know?" I got right to it.

Felix stood. This isn't fair, I'm about to be triple teamed for a reason I don't even know! I can sense it, they're converging together, and that never ends well on the other side. "Where did you get the flowers?" he demanded to know.

I held the flowers up. "I, uh, you know," I sputtered. This is why I wanted to talk to Mami first! And, where are my sister's? When I am annoyed by them, they're everywhere, and when I need them, they are no where to be found, just like my mother. Why do they have to do this? I'm happy, I've only been with Troy a few hours, and I feel so happy. Can't they see that? I'm gonna make 'em. "My boyfriend," I answered sternly, crossing my arms.

"We said we would give you a little more free reign in your life, not let you screw around," Lucas reminded me.

"Free reign in my life? It's my life, Lucas!" I exclaimed. "I make my own choices. I have a boyfriend, get over it, " I ordered.

"Don't forget who you are talking to, Gabriella," Marcus spoke up.

I was livid. "You guys are my brothers!" I shouted. "Brothers! Not my fathers, I can do what I want, when I want, and only two people who can tell me otherwise are not here," I told them. "I am pretty damn sure I've been allowed to date since I was fourteen, but never did because you two are asses," I added. I may have been only allowed to date after I was fourteen, but what my father didn't know didn't piss him off, ya know?

"Who the hell even got the balls to ask you out?" Lucas asked, stepping forward.

I shrugged. "That isn't your business. What is your business if the fact that I do have a boyfriend and you can't do shit about it," I responded.

"Hey!" Felix broke in, stepping in between me and our brothers. "You, stop getting mouthy," he demanded towards me. I frowned. "You two, stop acting like you two can boss her around, she is seventeen," he said towards the twins. HA! "I may not be the father around here, but Papi and Mami aren't home, so I am as close to it as you got," he went on. "Plus, I am the older brother, I trump all of you," he stated.

"Oh, yeah, how would you react when we tell you our little sister dressed like a slut and got drunk at a party over the weekend," Marcus taddled.

I gasped. "That is not fair, I-"

"Shut it!" Felix interrupted. "Damn, can any of you ever shut up besides Vince?" he wondered, looking around the room for an answer. Oh, yeah, Vince is here. "I am the one talking now so can it," he ordered. I frowned again, my puppy dog look showing through. "Gabriella is eleven months younger than you guys, that makes her seventeen. I'll admit, I'm protective of her too, I still hate when she wears revealing clothes and is out later than I was allowed in high school, but she's growing up," he started. I smiled. "Haven't you ever thought that Mami, Serena, and Belle all telling us we're being dicks with her is actually true? Hell, I still have never seen her in a skirt," he carried on. "She has a boyfriend, you can't stop her, and Mami and Papi won't either. They trust her, like you should. She's at the top of her class, she's barely in trouble, and she's a good kid, leave her alone," he told them.

A kid? Eh, he said all that nice stuff, I'll let it slide. Felix turned to me.

"You have a boyfriend, big deal, but that does not mean you are having sex, young lady," he stated in a hard voice. "I don't care who you are dating, if I even think you guys are doing more than on top of the clothes stuff, I am giving them full rights to beat his ass," he threatened. Marcus and Lucas chuckled. "But, they aren't allowed to beat his ass until I say so," he added. "I'm on your side with this one, and I am already beginning to regret it at the thought of you with a guy, so don't make me regret it," he told me.

I ignored him by walking forward and giving him a big hug. "Thank you," I said, then repeated it over and over.

"He better be good to you, Gabi," Felix warned as we pulled away.

I nodded. "He is," I assured him.

Felix seemed to accept it. "Thank Jaymi too, as soon as the twins came home pissed off at the rumor you are dating someone, she yelled some sense into me," he informed me.

I smiled, quickly hugging Jaymi. "Thank you," I said with a squeeze.

She waved me off. "I have an older brother, I'm the youngest, I kinda know it's hard," she mentioned.

A few moments later, Vince (after a hug), Jaymi, and Felix filed out, leaving me with the twins. "I'm not sorry for having a boyfriend," I told them.

"We're not sorry for being asses," Marcus replied. "We're still pissed," he insisted.

"You better not beat him up just because you think anything is going on, I'll kick your asses myself," I threatened. They rolled their eyes. They have no idea what I can do, do they? "Think about it, I have Mami, Serena, and Isabelle on my side, along with Papi, you guys only have Felix," I reminded them.

They lowered their eyes. "If he ever pressures you-"

"He wouldn't," I cut Lucas off. "I'm not ready for much, I don't think that will change," I assured him. "We just started dating today."

"You aren't allowed to kiss at school," Marcus told me.

I scoffed. "Oh, please," I said. "I can do whatever I want that won't get me in trouble at school. I don't think you two get it, this is my relationship, mine, you guys aren't involved," I responded.

"Are we at least allowed to threaten him once?" Lucas wondered, looking sad he couldn't.

I crossed my arms. "What will you say?" I questioned.

"We won't physically harm him," he promised. "Just verbally," he mumbled with a grin.

I sighed. "Verbally once, if I find out it's more than that..." I trailed off.

They smiled happily and went on their way. They don't even know who I am dating yet, they can't do anything before I can warn Troy.

Troy.

I smiled to myself. I should call him.


Here it is. A little deeper than last time.

Up next: A new chapter of things you all have never seen before! Their first date, some fun, and getting to know each other. Plus, what would high school be without a little drama?

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