Okay, I wrote this really really quickly tonight so that all of you American could have it in time... so be grateful!
Dedicated to mysupermanwillcome because they reviewed sooooo long ago and sooooo many times and I felt bad for not dedicating to them (her? cos it says superman?) yet aslo cos she said that chapter 3 made her laugh, .Charmzi. because thye had a silly grin on their face which i thought was really sweet and joanthereloaded because you're not the only person who dreams of this kinda stuff in relationships.
Let me GOSSIP to him and just SMILE and AGREE with everything I said…
Gabriella couldn't help being excited. Her favourite band was in town and they were performing on Saturday.
"And then Taylor told me and I was like screaming for hours, but seriously I couldn't, I mean… would you honestly believe that they'd bother to come somewhere like here?" Troy just nodded and smiled to himself. He'd been in his girlfriend's room for about two hours now, and the whole time she'd been going on and on about whatever band she loved (it changed every month).
"Gabi, Albuquerque isn't that small, I mean, we're on major world maps."
"Yeah, but so is Sydney… no ones even been there, in fact, no one even knows what country that place is in." Troy laughed; she had a point there.
"That's not the point…"
"I know!" Troy looked at her and raised his eyebrows, had she actually noticed his sarcasm? "Seriously, how did we get talking about Sydney when I need to decide what to wear and everything for Saturday!" She was pacing her room, frantically picking up the clothes littering the floor and throwing them into piles- one pile for clean clothes and one pile for clothes that needed to be washed. The washing pile was significantly bigger.
"Gabi, the concerts not until Saturday, you have ages to decide all of that girly stuff."
"Saturday! Ages! Troy, look. I've loved this band for like… ever! I cannot just take ten minutes to decide what to wear." She'd finished throwing her clothes and now moved on to the mess that made up her desktop. Troy just sat there smirking and fiddling with one of the toys on her bed, trying to work out if it was a sheep or a dog… he was beginning to lean towards sheep, but he was still unsure.
"You know, not all guys just throw random clothes on in ten minutes." He pointed out, not at all intimidated by the glare he earned because he'd changed the subject again.
"Yeah… right." Gabriella looked him up and down. He was sprawled on her bed, holding a toy horse that she'd gotten when she was 6, wearing a light blue t-shirt and baggy black jeans. Sure, he didn't look bad… but the jeans were a little crumpled and she was positive he'd been wearing the same shirt a few days ago… she hoped he'd washed it in between uses.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He sat up, still with the toy sheep/dog in his hand and opened his arms wide so that Gabriella could see his entire torso clearly.
"Nothing." She answered quickly, not even looking at him. He 'hmph'ed and lay back down, tossing what he'd decided was a cross-breed over his shoulder and back on the bed. "Do you know what this was for?" She held up a piece of paper with lots of complicated-looking diagrams on it up so he could see it. Troy shrugged,
"Science?" he guessed.
"Oh yeah! I remember doing this! It was when we were learning about the properties of uranium and the energy conversions that take place in it so that we can use it for power." Troy stared blankly and nodded, watching her slide it into a particular file in the filing cabinet next to her desk.
"So. Anyway. You were talking about-"
"Saturday." Gabriella interrupted him. "I know. Hey, do you actually even know how I first found out that they were coming? Cause Taylor says she told me but I could swear Chad told me a website and I found it off there. But Chad says that he told me a website that Taylor had told him about, and he said that he didn;'t think it had anything to do with their touring dates… do you think maybe I read in the paper?" troy opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again when he realised the question was rhetorical.
"Because I don't think they'd put the concert date in the paper as early as I found out about it which was about 2 months ago… I think. Cause I didn't actually care about it then, don't know why, but mum says it was in the paper a while ago and I didn't even notice, can you imagine that? Of course it'd have noticed if it said it in the paper!" Troy just nodded and smiled as Gabriella continued her rant, still shuffling through the stuff on her desk, putting papers in the filing cabinet and other stuff into containers or drawers.
"But you didn't even like them a month ago." Immediately after he'd said it Troy realised that it was the wrong thing to say. Gabriella glared at him again and turned away from her desk, walking into her bathroom and organising stuff in there. "What? You didn't!"
"Yeah I did. I just didn't appreciate their talent as much cause I'd never heard their good songs… I'd only heard the really bad ones." Troy nodded as she emerged from the bathroom, carrying a heap of towels and dumping on the washing pile of clothes.
"What if they only play the bad ones at the concert?" Gabriella paused, glancing at Troy with an annoyed expression before hurrying back into the bathroom. "I'm just saying!"
"They won't. They know which songs people like and which ones they don't. They'll play the ones that make them more money, that is, the good ones." She said it in very 'duh' tone, which made Troy's smirk even bigger.
"But everyone who's there has already payed, so it makes no difference if you like the songs or not." Gabriella came out of the bathroom again and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Thank you," she said suddenly, surprising him.
"For what?"
"Just going along with my obsessing and gossiping and everything. There aren't many guys who'd do that."
"It's not like I have anything that I'd rather do than sit here listening to you… except possibly sit hear and do something besides listen to you." Gabriella smiled and kissed his mouth softly, rolling over so that she was straddling his lap. Troy smiled into the kiss and brought both his hands to her waist, one grabbing the toy from earlier.
"I know that this is off topic, and I know how you hate things that are off topic," Gabriella laughed and shifted her weight so that she was sitting on Troy's knees, still with a leg on either side of his legs.
"Hmm?"
"What is this?" He pulled moved one if his hands and held the toy between them, both of them looking down at it. Gabriella giggled and took it from him, stroking its mane softly.
"It's a horse." Troy gaped.
"How is that a horse?"
"Mane here, tail there, head, body… you know your anatomy." She threw it back onto the bed, looking back at Troy.
"I know yours better." Gabriella smirked and let Troy pulled her in again for another kiss, this one more passionate and suggestive than the last. Just as She felt his tongue graze her lips, Gabriella's phone began ringing, playing her favourite song that the band sang. She jumped off Troy's lap and off the bed, running over to her phone and answering it quickly. Troy sighed and picked up the toy again, still having difficulties in working out how it was a horse. It still looked like a sheep to him. Then again, if Gabriella said it was a horse then it was… he'd always wanted someone who was always right; and he had that person.
Lol, who realised that i got away without having to name the band for that whole chapter, i thought that was pretty smart of me. Alos about the uranium thing... it was the most complicated soundign thing that i could think of at 11:00pm, which isn't that late but still, night is a time for reading not writing... that's also whyt here are so many spelling mistakes (probably, i didn't actually check properly).
