Definitely, Maybe
"So, dude how did it go?" Chad asked Troy closing the door. Hmm…Victoria thought. I'll get a glimpse of this.
"Dude she tried to kiss me!" Troy yelled as he walked down the street. Chad was screaming in his ear in disbelief. "No lie. She did succeed, but it was disgusting!" Uncle Chad really needs to turn down his phone volume, Victoria thought.
"Oh my God. You are freakin' kidding me." Chad said.
"I am not." Troy admitted. "Well, but, anyway, we talked about what each other and she was so boring! She had absolutely nothing to talk about. I'm walking up the stairs to your apartment. See ya." Then he hung up. Chad was opening the door and Victoria ran into the living room again and hopped on the sofa just in time. "Hey Uncle Chaddie Boy, who was that?"
"You should know," he smirked as he walked to the door to open it.
"SHOOT!" Victoria laughed.
"Hey, Vic!" Troy greeted and gave her a hug. Then Taylor walked out of the bathroom. "TAYLOR!" And he ran up to her and jumped on her as she screamed. Taylor pushed him off of her.
"Nice to see you Troy again! It's been like a year." Saying that, Troy realized he hadn't told Taylor about his divorce. "So how's Erin?" She asked. Troy looked at Chad pleadingly looking for help.
"Hey, Victoria, you wanna see the game I taped last night? Your faggot of a dad probably didn't let you see it. Oh, and on a FLAT SCREEN TV?!" Chad chimed.
"Oh, man! That's awesome!" Victoria started running into Chad's room. Chad followed her and turned up the volume to high. Meanwhile, Troy was explaining the whole entire thing to Taylor.
"Troy, I'm so sorry…I shouldn't have asked." Taylor apologized.
"It's okay. You didn't know." Troy started walking to Chad's room and he opened the door. "Vic! C'mon, we got to get to getting."
"Ugh. Okay. Bye Uncle Chad," she complained and gave Chad a hug. She walked out and gave "Auntie Tay" a hug, too, then Troy and Victoria were on their way home. They took a taxi and Victoria laid her head on Troy shoulder. Suddenly she fell asleep. Troy started stroking her hair and running his fingers through her it.
"Man, is this it?" The taxi driver said with the BIGGEST Brooklyn accent. Troy nodded and got out of the car. He picked Victoria up and walked to their house – Or apartment is what should be said. He put Victoria in her bed and tucked her in. He turned on the alarm, which is another story why they have that, and did some work. Around midnight, he decided to go to sleep.
- Thursday –
"Bolton! In my office, now!" Troy's boss, Mr. Fulton, shouted while passing his office. Troy shot up from his desk and followed his boss into his office. Mr. Fulton sat down at his desk and Troy sat at the chair in front of him. "Bolton, the game on Saturday needs a new date and location. So I thought you'd be the man to do so."
"Really?" Troy asked. Mr. Fulton nodded.
"Yes, sir. But it's due on Friday. This Friday." He said.
"Um, I'm sorry but that can't be a possibility…you see, I'm a single parent, and I can't keep throwing my kid to my friend's house all the time. Thanks for the offer, but I can't." Troy stated. He really wanted to do the job, but how could he do that to Victoria?
"If you don't, your job is lost," Fulton stated. Troy gasped. Well, kind of – in his mind.
"Well that's kinda gay," Troy said.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Fulton asked. Troy on the other hand was really pissed. (AN: I'm sorry, mad, this isn't rated T) He knew that he was pushing him to do it, forgetting about his family. But Troy wasn't one of those people and he would never be. (AN: Remember that last sentence in later chapters) He couldn't.
"I said it was kinda gay!" Troy yelled. "And you don't have to worry about firing me, either, because guess what? I QUIT!" And with that Troy left the room in flames.
Hope you liked that. Sorry if it's kind of short. But check out my two other stories! White Houses and This is Me. White Houses is in Gabriella's point of view, and so far that story is terrible. And This is Me is in Sharpay's point of view, but not as bad. So I hope you enjoy them, and thanks for reading!
