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Chapter 6
Brown met Blue.
There were certain events and memories in Troy's life that stayed etched in his mind like a broken record. Take for example, the time his seven-year-old self scored his first basket with out the help of his dad. He remembered feeling so happy and so powerful that he ran inside his house, and dragged his dad away from the fridge to show him how he made his first basket. It was then that he realized that he wanted to be the best basketball player in all of Albuquerque…no…in the WHOLE world. Coincidently, ten year's later this same blue-eyed, sandy haired boy led the Wildcats to back-to-back championship victories.
However, although scoring his first basket and winning those back-to-back championships would forever be at the top of his list of favorite moments in his life, nothing can ever beat the most significant memory of all. The day Emily was born. Troy loved his little sister since the first time he saw her in an incubator with a tube in her nose to help her breath and wires or needles sticking to her small fragile body. His mom had had many complications during her pregnancy resulting in giving birth to Emily two months earlier than expected. He never knew it was possible for someone to be so tiny and so fragile. It was then that he vowed that he would never let anything bad happen to her. He promised her as well as himself that he would never let any harm come to her and that he would kill the bastards who dared to try.
However, much to Troy's amazement, both those memories were now being topped by the single look of a pale girl with dull and lifeless eyes. Yes, the first time Troy Bolton looked into the eyes of the Gabriella Montez, the suicidal girl from school, would forever go down in history as one of the most oddly magnificent times in Troy Bolton's life.
Troy could do nothing but look back at the girl who lent him a pencil in math class. He tried to remember what her eyes looked like then, but found that he could not. The shyness and innocence he swore he saw were now vanished and replaced with an eerie and empty look. However, he imagined that they were not as dead as they seemed now. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a vision of a sparkling brown-eyed girl that was full of life and full of dreams. He imagined her walking down the halls of East High with grace and dignity accompanied with a confidence that would make Sharpay cringe. He imagined her laugh, he imagined her smile, and he imagined the feel of her soft curls. All this scared him though. How could he imagine these things about a girl who had no intention to live let alone someone he didn't even know? However, although imagining her laugh seemed scary in his mind, what scared him the most was his imagination of the warmth of her body pressed up against his own in his favorite spot in the whole world, the East High rooftop.
It took a few seconds before Troy finally remembered how to breathe. His eyes became watery and a bit blurry from not blinking for fear of loosing the sight of her eyes on his own. He let out a deep breath before he finally blinked his eyes and moved to sit up straight, never once leaving her eyesight.
"H-H-Hi." he said, somewhat above a whisper.
The young girl did nothing but stare back with an empty look in her eyes.
"Y-You're Gabriella M-Montez, aren't you?" he asked.
Why was he acting like such an idiot?! Why couldn't he just talk to her like a normal girl?
'Because she's not,' he thought, 'she's Gabriella Montez.'
As he answered his own question in his mind, he suddenly heard a quick scuffle of feet enter the room. He wished whoever came into the room never did, because once that person came into the room, the brown left the blue and went back to staring at the wall.
"What are you doing?" asked the voice.
He looked back to see who it was that ruined the small connection he had with Gabriella. Once he did, he wished he never had, for staring back at him were the intense eyes of Dr. Sullivan.
"I-I…"
"Save it." She said as she put a hand up to stop him from talking, "Get your stuff and go to my office."
"But…"
"Now!"
Troy reluctantly stood up walked out the room and went to her office. There, he met a man about Dr. Sullivan's age sitting down in her chair looking over some papers. He said his name was Bobby Drake and that he was a good friend of Dr. Sullivan.
"Good luck with her." He said, "Jaime can be quite the bitch sometimes."
"I heard that." He heard Dr. Sullivan say as she entered the room with a frustrated look on her face.
"Jaime, you know I was just playing around."
"Whatever." She said as Bobby stood from the chair and allowed Dr. Sullivan to sit in her own seat.
Troy exhaled a deep breath, "Look," he said, "I didn't do anything. I swear!"
"Troy…" sighed Dr. Sullivan.
"I didn't mean to fall and distract her from…from…her wall watching or whatever it is that you call it…"
"Troy…"
"Please don't call my dad, I didn't mean to do it. I can't help it if I'm an idiot. I think it's from hanging out with Chad too much. If you want, I'll stop acknowledging his existence …"
Jaime and Bobby both looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. Who the hell was Chad?
"…I'll stop acting like an idiot just please don't call my probation officer…"
"TROY!" yelled Dr. Sullivan, "Would you stop babbling and just shut up?!"
Troy sat stunned in his chair and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"I'm not going to call your probation officer or your dad nor am I going to forbid you to see this Chad person."
"You're not?" Troy asked, "T-Then what am I doing here?"
Jaime sighed again and rubbed her temples with her fingers.
"Just don't let this happen again."
She suddenly went back to reading the papers on her desk, a clear sign that Troy was being dismissed. He suddenly stood up with a confused look on his face and quickly walked…no…ran out the door. He found that his cart with the fresh sheets was outside the office. He then began to push it towards the next room on his list all the while asking himself:
'What the fuck was that about?'
"Jaime," said Bobby as he sat in the now occupied chair in front of Jaime, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she sighed, "I guess I'm just shocked."
"Why?"
"Because!" she exclaimed, "I am one of the best doctors in Albuquerque. There is not one patient that I can't diagnose. I-mean sure, sometimes it takes a lot of time, but I usually can't get them to shut up after 24 hours of them being admitted! And now this suicidal teenager, who by the way doesn't exist, won't look or speak to me. But low and behold this juvenile delinquent comes along and does nothing but fall on his ass and poof! She looks at him! What, do I have to fall on my ass to get her to look at me?!"
Jaime suddenly inhaled a deep breath before she met the eyes of her friend who had an amused look on his face.
"What?!"
"Jaime," he began, "are you jealous?"
"Why the fuck would I be jealous?!" she asked, quite taken aback.
"Oh, I don't know, because he actually accomplished what you have failed to do in the past two days?"
Jaime heaved a loud sigh…hmm…sigh…she seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"Look Jaime," said Bobby, "you have to stop beating yourself up for it. I-mean look on the bright side, at least we know she's not deaf."
"Why do I have the feeling that you're enjoying this?"
"I'm not." He said while trying to keep a straight face, but failed miserably.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed.
"Jaime, I'm sorry." he said while smirking at her, "It's just that I can't believe you're getting so worked up about this. It's not the end of the world you know."
"It might be for her!"
"You don't know that!"
"Yes I do because I'm the only person that she has right now!"
Bobby gave a loud sigh, "Jaime, have you thought that maybe this could be a good thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe Troy falling on his ass isn't a bad thing."
"Well, I don't see how it is a good thing."
"You said before that you wanted someone else to talk to her. Well maybe that person is Troy. I-mean think about it. If it took him two seconds to get her to look at him, imagine how long it'll take him to get her to talk."
Jaime sat in her seat and let the words of her friend sink in. It was true. Troy had accomplished something that for once, she had failed to do. If he got her too look elsewhere, then maybe, just maybe he could get her to talk.
"Troy!" exclaimed an overly active Emily as her older brother strolled through the front door of their house. She quickly abandoned her coloring and her movie in the living room and ran over to him. Troy, seeing that she was about to jump into his arms, bent down, picked her up, and carried her towards the kitchen.
"Hey Em." He said after he gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, "How's my girl doing?"
He set her down on the island in the middle of the kitchen and walked towards the refrigerator.
"Bored! Chad's no fun. All he does is eat and sleep."
Troy rolled his eyes. Yup, that sounds like Chad.
"Did you have fun with Ashley today?"
"Yup! I had so much fun with her," she said referring to their neighbor who was the same age as Emily, "Her mom took us to the park and then she bought us ice cream!"
"Really? Ice cream before dinner?"
Emily looked down at the ground, "Please don't tell mommy. She's gonna get mad if you do."
Troy let out a small chuckle which caused Emily to look up at him, "Don't worry. I won't tell. But you better eat all of the food mom made for you, ok?"
Emily gave him a soft smile while she nodded her head in agreement.
"What did you do after?" asked Troy as he started to heat up some left over chicken his mom had left for them.
"After we went to the park, we went back to her house and we were playing with her Barbi dream house. She has a really big one, bigger than mine!" she exclaimed as she spread out her arms to show Troy how big the dollhouse was, "I was having so much fun. But then Chad came to pick me up and then I started coloring."
At the mention of his name, Chad groggily walked into the kitchen and stretched his arms.
"Do I smell food?" he asked.
Troy rolled his eyes as he took the chicken out of the microwave and began to get some clean plates. Chad looked towards his friend and gave him a lazy smile.
"Troy," he said, "when did you get here?"
"Nice of you to be paying attention to who's walking into the house." said Troy.
"Well, I'm sorry but who would've thought that the Little Mermaid could put you to sleep?"
Troy once again rolled his eyes and continued to serve the food on the plates.
"Emily," he said, "its time for you to get cleaned up for dinner."
"Can I keep watching TV after?" she asked.
"Yes but only if you promise to pick up your things afterwards."
Emily gave him a warm smile before she jumped off the island and ran out the kitchen. Meanwhile, Chad sat down on one of the stools and let out a loud yawn.
"Your grandma called by the way." He said, "She just wanted to check up on you guys."
Troy nodded his head as he gave Chad his plate to eat.
"Thanks Chad," said Troy as he sat on the stool across from him, "thanks for picking up Emily and staying with her."
"Dude, you know that its no problem. I definitely owe you for covering for me last weekend."
"Yea, you're right, you do." said Troy as he let out a chuckle.
Chad rolled his eyes and began to scarf down his food, "You know, you'll thank me for this later."
"How exactly would I be thanking you for this?"
"That 'bad boy janitor' look is good for you. Girl's dig guys who get in trouble with the law."
Troy rolled his eyes at his friends comment.
"It's true," he continued, "show up like that at school and girls will be screaming your name more than they already do."
"Chad, I fail to see how wearing a janitor's uniform is gonna help me get laid."
Chad just shrugged his shoulders as he continued to eat, "You never know. Last month, Donnie Ritzer got caught stealing at the mall and was forced to clean highway 9. Some girls saw him and that same night he got laid like 5 times. I'm telling you, that uniform can do wonders for you."
Troy just chuckled while he shook his head.
"Your parents know your sleeping over right?" he asked.
Chad nodded his head, "Yup, and let me be the first to say they weren't too thrilled about it."
"Why's that?"
"They think you're a bad influence on me." He said as he scarfed down the rest of his food.
"Now, why would they think that?" said Troy with sarcasm in his voice.
"I don't know, something about you getting caught and making me choose between my family and you. But I told them that I'm gonna be the one to turn your life around. So then I basically fed them a whole mess of bullshit about how I'm obligated to help my best friend."
"If only they knew Chad." said Troy.
"If only they knew what?"
Troy sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, "Never mind."
Chad just shrugged his shoulders and started to pick food from Emily's plate.
Just then Emily ran into the room and sat on the stool next to Troy. She lightly slapped Chad's hand away from her plate as she started to eat.
"Did you wash your hands?" asked Troy.
Emily nodded her head and gave Chad a dirty look as he took a piece of chicken from her plate.
Troy just shook his head and leaned back on the stool. Today had been eventful for him. Not only had he been taunted and not to mention hit on by crazy people, but he also managed to find Gabriella Montez locked away in her cell like room. He never meant to disrupt her from her wall watching, but he can't say he wasn't glad that he did. She seemed lost and cold, not at all like the shy girl from school. In those few seconds that he was staring at the fragile girl, he found himself comparing her to Emily when she was a newborn. She was so small and fragile, almost as if she would break with a simple touch. He remembered that all he really wanted to do was go up to her and hug her. He felt the sudden need to protect her just like he felt the need to protect Emily.
Emily suddenly turned towards her brother and met his eyes. She gave him a big toothy grin as she swallowed some more chicken. In that instance, he swore he saw Gabriella's eyes in Emily's. His eyes widened with shock as he looked away from his sister and instead turned towards his friend who had managed to take some more of Emily's food. It was then that he realized that her eyes would now forever be engraved into mind and would haunt him wherever he went.
But maybe that was a good thing. He couldn't help but be drawn to her like a moth to a light bulb. Maybe Chad was right. Maybe he would thank him for this later.
…oh god…did he just say that?
So thats chapter 6! I know that nothing really happened in this chapter. It's more of a filler but it does set up some of the plot. I hope the length can make up for it.
I'm going to try to update by Friday or Saturday but I'm not making any promises. Maybe your REVIEWS can convince me sooner...LOL!
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