Im's sorry this took so long, and that it's so short, but I'm kinda busy at the moment, so give me three or four weeks and I'll be updating about every three days. This might actually end up with 3 more chapters, but I'm not sure. Also, should I do an epilogue? I'm not sure...

Disclaimer- I don't own anything... at least I think I don't...

Troy's shirt lay on the living room floor, discarded over and hour ago. Alice Bolton lifted the shirt off the floor in disgust and laid it on top of the bag she was carrying. Jack entered the living room behind her and opened his mouth to call out to Troy when he saw the shirt in his wife's hand. Alice beckoned for him to stay silent and hurried up the stairs quietly, tiptoeing towards her son's closed bedroom door. She pushed open the door silently and stared disapprovingly at what she saw. Troy and Gabriella were splayed over his bed, their limbs were entangled and Gabriella's shirt along with Troy's jeans were scattered on the floor. Troy's hands were on her back, presumably fumbling with her bra clasp and Gabriella's hands were running desperately through his hair. Every so often a moan or groan would erupt from the couple, as Troy's lips moved to Gabriella's neck or ear or Gabriella's nails scraped Troy's chest.

Alice coughed quietly and was surprised when she saw the couple immediately spring apart as if an electric shock had jumped between them. They both glanced at her, then at each other, then at anything other than her or each other. Alice tried to hide her smirk by turning her back to her son's room and beginning to walk away.

"Troy," she said suddenly, when she knew that he could still hear her. He replied with a grunt. "We're going to the airport at 5 to pick up your aunt. I need your room tidy and I expect that Gabriella has to finish packing before we see her off. Both of you be downstairs in five minutes and keep the door open." With that Mrs. Bolton went back downstairs to her laugh with her husband about the situation.

Troy looked guiltily at his girlfriend once his mother was out of sight. She looked even more embarrassed than he felt and, to kill the tension he leant forward and placed a slightly heated kiss on her already swollen lips. She pulled away before the kiss could get ay hotter (don't you like that metaphor?) and gave him an accusing look.

"What, it wasn't my fault!" he defended himself, standing and pulling his jeans on roughly.

"Yes it was, you should've stopped!"

"You can't make out alone." Troy shot at her, turning towards her. She opened her mouth to let out an angry response, but closed it again when she realised he was right. "And I wasn't the one who took my jeans off." He added, Gabriella blushed.

"Okay, so the fault is even." She leant down from the bed, giving Troy a decent view up her bra and picked up her shirt off the ground next to the bed, giggling nervously when she saw her boyfriend eyeing her.

"Nah, it's more your fault, cause I only removed one item of clothing from you."

"Yeah but it had buttons, it was harder to remove."

"My jeans had a buckle, that's way higher on the difficulty scale." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"But taking off your shirt is a given, it doesn't count."

"Yeah it does."

"Doesn't, you sometimes walk around shirtless and I never do."

"A bikini's the same as a bra."

"Isn't."

"Is."

"Isn't!"

"Is!"

"ISN'T!" Troy chuckled and brought his lips to Gabriella's again. She sighed and kissed him back, pulling him back onto the bed next to her.

"The door's open you know." Troy pointed out.

"I know." She answered, and deepened the kiss by putting her arms around his torso. He laughed and brought one hand to her face, the other lightly touching her hip. Gabriella felt one of Troy's hands began creeping under her shirt and laughed fully, breaking the kiss as she fell back onto the bed laughing. Troy watched her with raised eyebrows, what'd gotten into her? When she saw his expression Gabriella laughed even harder.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked slowly. Gabriella managed to nod between her laughs, Troy still sitting next to her with raised eyebrows. He waited for a while for her to stop, but she didn't. "Can you at least tell me why you're laughing?" No response except more giggles. "I really don't see anything funny about you leaving for the whole holidays and us not seeing each other for… a long time." Gabriella's laughs stopped immediately and she stared at Troy with a sad expression.

"I've been trying to forget." It came out in a blank and expressionless tone, one that made Troy want to reach out to her and hold her, but when he made a move to hug her she winced and leaned away.

"What?" Gabriella let a tiny smile creep onto her face.

"That's what I was laughing about, your mum caught us, but you just started making out again when she left." Troy nodded, confused at why that'd been so incredibly funny, but shrugged it off.

"Troy, come down here, I need to talk to you! And Gabriella probably wants to go home!" Alice Bolton's voice came from downstairs. Troy stood and headed towards the door, starting when he felt a small, soft hand brush his. He smiled down at Gabriella as she slipped her and into his.

Lol, I love the idea of parents sneaking up to your room just so that they can get you in trouble, it honestly explains a lot... review... please