A/N: I was sick and I didn't go to school, so... I decided that I would type up the next chapter! I just have to tell you something very simple. If you don't like my story, don't read it! It's as easy as that.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing
Chapter ten
The next day…
"Where are we gonna go?!" Troy asked himself, thinking of every romantic restaurant in his price range. "Where?! Where?! Where?!"
"Why are you yelling, Troy?" Mr Bolton asked, walking into Troy's room.
"Nothing," Troy said, turning around.
"You sure?" Mr Bolton asked. "I can help you,"
"Do you really want to help me?" Troy asked.
"Yeah. I can," Mr Bolton said, stepping further into the room. "What is it?"
"A girl," Troy said, sighing.
"Ahh, who is it?" Mr Bolton asked.
"So, do I really have to tell you?" Troy asked.
"No… but I'd rather that you tell me," Mr Bolton said.
"Fine, I'll tell you," Troy said. "It's this girl that I met at the musical audition thing. Her name is Gabriella,"
"Okay, I know that now," Mr Bolton said. "Why do you need help with this?"
"I'm taking her to dinner tonight and… I don't know where to take her," Troy said, plopping down on his bed.
"Right. I had the same problem with your mother, y'know?" Mr Bolton said.
"You did?" Troy asked.
"Yep. I was young and didn't know where to take her," Mr Bolton said.
"So, do you know where I could take her?" Troy asked, sounding hopeful.
"You could take her to the Denford," Mr Bolton said. "I took your mother there,"
"Great!" Troy exclaimed. "Thanks dad!"
Troy ran out of the room only to come back to change into some proper clothes. Mr Bolton shook his head and walked back out the room.
With Gabriella
"Sharpay!" Gabriella exclaimed. "Are you gonna help me?"
"Help you with what?" asked Sharpay.
"Choosing clothes for my date," Gabriella said, pulling Sharpay to her closet.
"Okay," Sharpay said opening the closet. "Urgh, not this. Or this. Or this. No. Not this. Girl, we seriously have to buy you something to wear!"
"Where am I gonna get the money, Sharpay?" asked Gabriella, sitting down on her bed.
"I know!" Sharpay exclaimed. "Me!"
"Are you sure?" Gabriella asked, standing up.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Sharpay said. "Come with me,"
Sharpay and Gabriella took a taxi to the mall.
"Here," Sharpay said, passing her a knee length red dress, red heels and a small red purse. "That should do you,"
"Are you sure?" Gabriella asked, for the hundredth time.
"Yes! Go try it on!" Sharpay exclaimed, pushing her into the closest fitting room.
Gabriella tried it on and walked out.
"It suits you," Sharpay said, turning her around.
"Really?" asked Gabriella.
"Yeah!" Sharpay said. "Come on, let's get this stuff. With a little bit of make up and a new do, it'll go great,"
Gabriella walked back into the fitting room to take the clothes off. After she had done that, Sharpay took all the items and went to the cash register to pay for everything. She paid for it and then both girls walked out the store.
"Sharpay! 100 dollars!" Gabriella exclaimed. "That's a lot of money!"
"Don't worry, Gabriella. I can handle it," Sharpay said, flagging down a taxi.
The girls both hopped into the taxi and it quickly sped down to Gabriella's place.
1 hour later…
"There!" Sharpay said. "You look beautiful,"
Gabriella looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the red dress, the heels and holding the purse Sharpay had bought earlier. She had a natural look, but also looked glamorous at the same time. Her hair was down in light curls.
"Hey," Gabriella said, glancing at the clock. "Troy should be coming to pick me up soon. It's nearly time,"
"I'd better go too. Good luck!" Sharpay said, walking out of the room.
Gabriella played around with the hem of her dress until she heard a knock on the door downstairs. She walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip in the heels, and opened the door.
"Hey," Gabriella said.
Troy's jaw dropped.
"Hey," he said, looking her up and down. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Gabriella said, walking out the door.
Troy was wearing a tuxedo. He linked arms with Gabriella and escorted her to the car. Troy opened the door while Gabriella got in. He then ran back to his side and jumped in.
"Where to?" asked Gabriella.
"You'll see," Troy said, smirking.
Troy drove them over to the Denford restaurant. Gabriella looked at him in awe.
"Are we going in there?" Gabriella asked.
"Yep," Troy said, parking the car and running over to open Gabriella's door.
Gabriella thanked him and they linked arms and walked into the restaurant.
"How are you going to afford this?" Gabriella asked him.
"Dad gave me some extra money," Troy said, leading her to a table for two.
A waiter came to them about 2 minutes later with menus. He passed one to each of them.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"Could I please have, umm… the salad and steak?" Gabriella asked.
The waiter nodded.
"How about you, sir?" he asked.
"The chicken and salad mean, please," Troy said, handing the menus back.
"Certainly," he said. "Your orders should be back about 10 minutes,"
"Thank you," Gabriella said.
"I can't believe we're actually in here," Gabriella said. "It's beautiful,"
"Anything for someone as beautiful as you," Troy said.
He went wide-eyed after he thought about what he had just said.
"I mean – what I meant was -," Troy stuttered, blushing a deep red.
"Don't worry," Gabriella said, giggling. "I got it,"
End of Chapter Ten
A/N: I might have the next chapter done soon, if my parents let me use the computer, that is.