LAST TIME-
Troy blinked and she was human again.
It was safe to say that Troy was confused. She wasn't supposed to show that she was a Walker, but there she was, changing in front of this mysterious man. And then it hit him. The man looked familiar, remarkably like Gabriella. The cheekbones, the dark chocolate eyes, the smile, they all matched. If almost to confirm Troy's suspicions, Gabriella dashed forward, wrapping her arms around the man's neck as he gave a loving laugh.
"Dad!"
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It seemed like forever before she pulled away from her father. She smiled up at him as he kissed the top of her forehead. He was stroking her cheek when his eyes flashed past her to look at Troy. She stiffened, the smile dropping from her face.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, Gabby. We're going to have to talk about this back at the house." His voice was strong and enforced with age, but it held the youth and curiosity of a teenager. Troy heard the little bit of anger that lingered, and he was instantly afraid of the older man.
"I know, Dad." She looked to the ground.
"Obviously he knows." The father raised an eyebrow at Troy, scanning him from head to toe.
"Yes." Gabriella answered fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Are there others that know?" her asked.
"Yes," Gabriella's voice grew quite.
The father whistled, running his hand over his mouth. He looked around and then sniffed the air. "Berry Smart, your guardian and a good man."
"I came to see if I could figure out who killed him," she answered turning to look at the broken down back door of the house.
The father paused again, sniffing the air. "Landon Fury," he growled.
"Yeah." Gabriella nodded.
"Well then, we need to get back home and tell the others." He answered, his head cocking to the side as he made eye contact with Troy. "What's your name, Boy?"
"Troy Bolton, sir." He stammered. It was a wired feeling, standing in the presence of Gabriella's father. The man radiated authority, and he was intimidating, very intimidating.
"Troy Bolton." He spoke the words like he was testing them, and then he inclined his head once in Troy's direction. "I'm Alexander Montez. Welcome to the War."
Troy let out the breath he had been keeping in as the father turned and walked through the bushes. He walked forward joining Gabriella's side as the two started after Mr. Montez. She wrapped her arms around one of his, both of her hands winding around his.
"I have to warn you, my family is …different." She admitted.
He laughed. "Nothing can beat Chad's family," he paused and smiled. "Or those families you see on TV. You know the ones with the little boy jumping off the roof into the pool and the girl sticking the vacuum cleaner in the fish tank." He laughed to himself. "Classic."
"You don't understand," her voice grew serious. "Those families have nothing on mine."
"You serious? Roof jumper boy and fish tank cleaner girl?" He asked wide-eyed. She rolled her eyes and gave him a sidelong glance. A smile crossed his face as he asked, eyebrows raised. "Dysfunctional?"
"Worse." She answered with a small, hopeless laugh.
"Well, this is going to be a rather eventful evening," he paused, his eyes quickly glancing to Mr. Montez's back. "Not that it wasn't fun already." He ran his hand over the back of his head. They were at the cars now, and Gabriella turned to face him.
"Just follow me," she told him right before kissing him. Troy caught the low, almost inaudible growl from her father and she rolled her eyes. "Ignore him."
"Are you sure that's the smart thing to do?" he asked nervously. "Isn't he like, the Alpha of your entire race?"
She turned and headed towards her car. "Yeah, but he's really just a big puppy dog." Her father snorted and lowered himself into his car, Gabriella smiling smugly to herself.
Her father turned to look back at her. "I'm going to go on ahead." She nodded and watched as he shifted, the large silver wolf bounding into the darkness.
Troy took a deep breath, opening his truck door and sliding into the seat. He turned the key in the ignition and followed Gabriella, who in turn was following her father. He used the silence of the car ride to prepare himself for Gabriella's "less-than-normal family". He was surprised; however, when he parked behind a blood red Mercedes Bends SLR Mclaren outside Gabriella's house.
He looked to the other side of the street, finding two Nissan Zs parked right behind one another. The first one was black, the license tag reading: Night90. The second one was white, and the same model as the first. The only difference was the license tag, it reading: Day90. He squinted through the night and found an Aston Martin Vanquish S a couple of feet behind the Nissan Zs. In was defiantly Mr. Montez's car.
He liked Gabriella's less-then-normal family already.
He whistled as he hauled himself out of his car, walking hesitantly towards the shiny, expensive, red car in front of him. He ran his hand along the back, the smooth surface making goose bumps appear on his skin and a smile cross his excited face.
"Looks like Blaine's here." Gabriella stated from her driveway, glancing at the Mercedes. "The twins too." She waited, watching as Troy stroked the car. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Come on lover boy. I guarantee it will still be here when you come back out." She yelled.
"What?" he looked to her, blinking. It was such a pretty car! They all were pretty cars!
"Lets get inside." She almost sounded annoyed, but he looked back down to the car anyway. "If you hurry up, I might be able to convince Blaine to let you drive it sometime."
That got him moving. He bounded up to stand next to her, an excited smile on his face. "Really? You really think he would let me drive it?"
"I don't know?" she shrugged. "Can you drive stick?"
"Not yet, but I sure as hell learn quick." She rolled her eyes and smiled as they made there way to her front door. She paused and took a deep break before reaching for the doorknob.
She opened the door and they both entered, the familiar smell of her house entering Troy's nose. Timber and burning wood, though the fireplace was always empty. The two entered the living room and Troy was greeted with three new faces.
"The twins." Gabriella pointed to a boy and girl on the couch. The boy stood, walking forward and reaching out his hand.
"Reid Murdock." He smiled, his teeth perfectly white. His blond hair was short, where it spiked itself, and his eyes were mysterious. They swirled constantly between a stormy gray and a pale blue. He looked to be about 21, with small, but broad, shoulders and a muscular frame. His handshake was firm and he stared Troy right in the eye.
Before Troy could get his name out, Reid was pushed aside, his sister taking his place. She stuck out her hand, a sly smile on her face. "Ryan Murdock."
"Excuse me?" Troy asked, caught off guard by the name.
"Yeah, I know." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I got a lot of shit for it when I was a kid, please don't add to it."
"Oh, sorry." Troy apologized. The name he was fine with, but her appearance gave him a slight sense of déjà vu. She looked exactly like her brother. Duh, Twins. A voice in the back of his mind reminded, sounding bored. Her blond hair was longer, a little more than shoulder length, and she was just as tall as her brother. Her eyes were the same, almost a constant swirl between stormy gray and pale blue.
"Its ok." she smiled, her hand still clasped around his. He tried to let go but she wouldn't. "You're really cute." She said bluntly, her eyes bright.
"Down Ryan." Troy looked to the archway between the kitchen and living room. A man was leaning against the wall, his face straight. "You can't hit on the first guy that's not a part of your family as soon as he walks through the door. Let the man have a chance to at least run away first."
She let go of Troy's hand and turned, her eyes dark. "Screw you, Blaine."
"Bit me, princess." He shot back.
Reid recovered from his sisters earlier act and slung a compatible, but awkward arm over Troy's shoulder. The twin was smiling. "You know this is the closest she's ever come to having sex. She says, "screw you" and her cousin replies "bite me."
Ryan turned, her eyes flashing like flint. Troy though for a second that she was actually going to lung at her brother, but she blinked and controlled herself. "Oh yeah? I don't recall you ever getting laid, smartass."
The arm was gone from Troy's shoulder as Reid took a step forward. "I've been laid. Many times."
"Yeah, whatever." Ryan rolled her stormy gray, yet pale blue eyes and snorted. "The closest thing you've come to having sex is with your hand and a good Jessica Alba movie."
"Not true!" Reid defended, his mouth open in mock hurt.
"Come on." Gabriella whispered, rolling her eyes.
"But it's just getting interesting." He smiled and she rolled her eyes dragging him away from the two arguing twins and over towards Blaine. Excitement grew in his stomach as he was drawn close to the man that owned the Mercedes. He was smiling, his eyes watching to two fighting teens with amusement.
He was older, possibly 29, with longer black hair. His eyes were emerald green, the purest color Troy had ever seen. And the last thing, he was tall. Even though he was leaning against the wall, he was a good two inches taller than Troy.
"Blaine O'Connell." He stuck out his hand, straightening. The man hit 6'0 easy.
"Troy Bolton." Troy smiled, the excitement growing in his stomach. "Its really nice to meet you."
Blaine's eyes brightened, a wry smile crossing his angular face. "You've seen my car, haven't you?"
"You've caught me." Troy gave a shy smile as he rubbed the back of his head. "I couldn't help but bask in its glory for a little bit."
Blaine nodded his head and turned to Gabriella. "What did you promise him?"
Gabriella looked shocked, but a smile crawled up the right side of her face. "Only that you might let him drive it sometime."
Blaine paused, contemplating the question. "I'll see what I can do." He watched Troy's eyes brighten, and then caught the other question swimming in Troy's mind. "The black one, aka Night90 is twiddle dumb's," he pointed to Ryan, "and the white one, aka Day90 is twiddle dumberer's," he pointed to Reid.
"How can they afford it?" Troy asked, a bit of longing in his voice.
"Our family has been around forever. Its safe to say that we're all well off." Blaine explained as the three watched Ryan grab Reid and put him in a headlock.
"Boy's and their toys." Gabriella said shaking her head. She then turned to Blaine, "what are we waiting for? Or are we waiting for anyone?"
"Your mom called your two other friends as soon as your dad arrived," said Blaine. "We're going to start with the meeting as soon as they get here."
It happened all at once, Troy being the only one out of the loop. Blaine stiffened, Gabriella too. Reid stopped cursing and Ryan let his head slip from the headlock. The four Walker's heads turned towards the front door just before the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Reid scampered away from his sister, who followed after him. Both of their hands found the doorknob at the same time as they turned teh metal. Troy caught the flash of brown curly and straight black hair. Chad and Taylor had arrived.
Ryan gave an innocent smile and Reid just crossed his arms, his face straight.
"Sorry. I think were at the wrong house." Chad stated in confusion.
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