Chicago, Here I Come.

Troy was sitting on an island, the waves crashing around him, making his hammock swing with the gentle breeze. The birds chirped and sang out their songs, while the trees ruffled their leaves through the wind. The occasional chant of Hawaiian singing called be heard by the others on the beach, but right now Troy was the image of peace.

His toned body clung to the material of the hammock as it was wet. He'd been swimming, and the drops of salty water were now sticking to his body. His hair, normally caramel, was now a dark shade of brown, wet also. It slid down over his right eye, sticking to his head. The sun was gently blowing it, slowly making it dry, and tiny flecks of caramel could be seen.

But the best thing he was thinking about being on this island, was having the girl of his dreams in his arms, snuggled into his chest, where he wanted to keep her forever. Her dark locks stuck onto his chest, sticking up in places where they weren't meant to be, and her body slipped into position, locked together, right beside his, like they were supposed to stay that was forever. Troy watched as her hand moved further up his body, her long fingernails playing with the small hairs on his chest. Her chest heaved while she breathed, and her eyes closed, loving the feeling of just being there.

"I love it here."

He watched her perfect lips move, almost so slow that it was hypnotising him. His arm protectively drew her closer, her face now touching his chest, littering it with small butterfly kisses. To say he was in heaven, certainly wasn't an understatement.

"Me too." Troy mumbled.

Gabriella lifted her head, and their eyes locked. Blue met brown, and almost danced together, smiles spreading over their faces until they beamed.

"Wanna know something?"

Gabriella crawled up Troy's body, her bikini showing off her rounded chest and smooth stomach, which grazed over Troy's chest, making him want to moan. Gabriella hands moved to Troy's shoulders and began to massage, his eyes closing at the wonderness of her touch.

"Mhmmm." Troy replied lazily.

Next thing he knew, Gabriella's mouth was on his jaw, leaving kisses upwards towards his mouth. He longed for her mouth to touch his lips, but every time she drew close she wandered away again, leaving him groaning in frustration, with her soft giggles escaping.

"I. Love. You." She said in between kisses.

Troy smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down further towards him. She smiled up at him, before he replied. "Ditto."

With her mouth on his they became tangled up in one another, until a deafening bang could be heard. Troy jump jumped up, while Gabriella crawled further on top of him, her head hanging over the edge of the hammock to see what was going on. Troy rolled his eyes at her, before shouting continued. They only caught parts of the conversation.

"…can't believe…"

"…I mean, really…"

"…How!… you…"

"…what we had… special… thrown away…"

Gabriella's eyes drifted back to Troy's with a cute and confused expression on her face. When the argument started again, she let her eyes wander back to the scene.

"…my best friend… come on!…"

"… just don't…"

Troy, tired of listening, drew his attention to Gabriella's body, which was currently nearly covering his chest. He smirked mischievously, He ran his finger across the skin beneath her bikini top, leaving a small trail of goose bumps along the way. After, he ran his tongue on the same spot, alighting a moan from Gabriella's mouth at the contact. His hands travelled down her body, over each delicious curve, until they met her hips, where he pinched them lightly.

Gabriella jumped, before narrowing her eyes at him. "What was that for?", she whispered in an annoyed tone. She didn't want to get caught by the people fighting.

Troy smirked. "To drag you away from being nosy."

Gabriella smacked his head lightly, before her eyes went back to the scene, which was now continuing outside. Troy rolled his eyes once more, before gently kissing the cleavage of her breasts, and her hands smacked him again. "Stop, this is getting good."

Troy groaned, as he lifted her off him, to the side of the hammock, while he turned around to get a better look at the scene. Suddenly, he felt a little weight resting on his back, to find Gabriella lying on top of him. He grabbed one of her hands, kissing the palm gently, before his eyes found the arguers, outside their villa.

Troy watched. Outside were two people, one man and a woman. The man was on his knees, looking like he was proposing, but really just begging for forgiveness. The tears springing from his eyes were proof he'd done wrong, and he was guilty. His bare chest had small red marks over it, and Troy wondered what they were from. It was clear as soon as he tried to grab her, she hit his chest. The marks made sense now. She was quite tall, with large and heavy blonde curls going down her back. She was barefoot, with a loose t-shirt on, and small shorts. Her face was wet, with tears, but smudged mascara, and when she talked, it was muffled and choked. It was a sad sight to see.

Gabriella's hands ruffled gently through Troy's hair, loving the feeling of it threading through her fingers. This relationship crisis was so sad, yet tantalizing to watch. They soon got a better picture of what had happened, when their talking got louder.

"Please… forgive me." The man tried to grab her arm as the woman turned to walk away. He caught it, but she shrugged it off, turning around anyway.

"No! I can't. I can't believe you slept with her." The tears clipped down her face at an alarming rate.

"It was meaningless. Really."

"I can't forgive you, or her. She was my best friend…"

Troy and Gabriella watched as the woman walked away, the man collapsing onto the ground, probably realising he'd just lost the best thing he'd ever had. Gabriella pressed a kiss to Troy's neck, while he turned around, with Gabriella still hanging onto him. His arms wrapped around Gabriella's waist.

"Never leave me, Troy." Gabriella whispered.

Troy clung onto her tighter than ever before, then kissed her forehead gently.

"Never."

Troy woke up drenched in sweat. His palms clung to the sheets covering his bed, and his body was stuck onto them also. But this wasn't abnormal. Quite normal actually. Because he'd waken up like this for the last 6 weeks. 6 long weeks.

Week One: He'd dreamt about meeting Gabriella again.

Week Two: He'd dreamt about the moment he'd left her.

Week Three: He dreamt about her crying.

Week Four and Five: He'd mysteriously turned up on this island.

And now Week Six: Gabriella was with him on the island, and they were acting like a couple. Basically being what he wanted them to be like: Together.

And in every one of these dreams, Gabriella was in them. He saw her every where, or at least though he did. In the supermarket. In his work car park. Walking home at night. In restaurants. She was every where. Except with him.

He got out of his soaking bed, and ran to the shower, stripping of his boxers and leaping in, the water running down his body. While he washed he remembered that's there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and if he wanted her enough she'd be there, shining brightly. He hoped.

He'd dreamt about her every night. And she was on his mind every second of the day, except from at work. He'd tried to stay as focused as possible, losing his job and Gabriella was not on his agenda.

Soon, he was dressed and ready to leave the house. Getting into his car, he started the engine and pulled out onto the street. It was still quite dark outside, the street lights still beaming down onto the roads. A few people were stuck in cars, or walking the streets alone, but nothing sparked his interest. Before he knew it, he was at work, getting out of his car, with Jason walking by his side. He tended to just space out, never really knowing where he was, and finding himself getting to the places he wanted to go to, without knowing how he got there. He was starting to worry.

"Troy?" Jason waved a hand in front of his face.

Troy blinked out of his daydream. "Sorry, just spaced out."

Jason looked at him, worried. "Are you sure you're okay. I mean, sure people space out sometimes, but lately you've been doing that a lot. It's not normal. Maybe you need some time off."

Troy chuckled ironically. Time off would only lead to more time thinking about what he should have done with Gabriella. He didn't need that. "No, I'm fine. Time off would not do me good."

Jason shook his head and rolled his eyes, while the walked into their work building. The lights blinded Troy for a few short seconds, but they soon adjusted. Collecting the papers he would need, he started down the corridor, with Jason still at his side.

"Troy! Jason!"

They turned around sharply, to be met by their boss, Mr Banks. Mr Banks shook both their hands before asking how they were.

"Good, thanks Mr Banks." Jason replied.

Troy smiled, the bags under his eyes relevant with the streaming lights. "Fine, Mr Banks." Mr Banks looked at him eying him suspiciously.

"Are you sure, Mr Bolton?"

Jason and Mr Banks looked at him.

"Very sure, Sir."

"Very well then. I have some news for you, which, well, you might like… you might not. Please follow me into my office." Mr Banks turned, expecting them to follow.

They walked down numerous hallways, finally to get to Mr Banks office. They stepped inside, taking a seat on the plush chairs in front of his desk. Troy watched the plump Mr Banks with the friendly face, sit down opposite them, his hands clasped on his desk.

"Okay, I'm just going to come straight out with it. I'm transferring you."

Jason's face looked pained, while Troy looked delighted.

Troy couldn't think of anything else he'd rather do at this moment. He wanted to jump for joy, and hopefully his thoughts would work. Leaving New York, he could hopefully put everything behind him and forget about what had happened. He could get rid of the guilt that was wracked up in him, and leave Gabriella behind, which was the last thing he wanted to do. He needed to forget about what he did to her, and moving cities would probably do that. He thought.

"Where to?" Jason asked.

Jason didn't want to leave. He'd be leaving Kelsi. He made her happy, she him. They'd just got back together at the reunion, and had been happy since. Leaving would tear them apart. He didn't want that.

"Chicago." Mr Banks replied.

Troy smiled. "Well, that's fine with me. I'd be delighted to go, Sir."

Mr Banks smiled at him, but worry was written in his eyes while he stared at Troy. "Very well, its good to get such a positive response to when your asking someone to leave behind their home, everything."

Jason winced.

Mr Banks turned to him. "I can see you're not to happy about this. But I think this could be a great opportunity for you two. More money too."

Jason's shoulder's slumped. "Okay then."

Mr Banks smiled at them both. "Great. You'll be leaving next week, so get packing. It'll only be for a few months, but you'll get experience there which you can't get here. Thank you for accepting. You can leave now."

They both rose from their chairs, Jason leaving first.

"Troy."

He turned to see a worried Mr Banks.

"Maybe it's best if you sorted out whatever is bothering you before you came. It's not good to bring guilt on a new journey."

Troy smiled at him. "Thanks, Mr Banks."

Troy closed the door behind him. This was it. He was leaving. Leaving behind his home, where he'd lived the past few years since college. Leaving behind his friends. And Gabriella. Escaping the guilt, hopefully.

He entered his office, and muttered. "Chicago, here I come."

A/N; Didn't like that chapter, but oh well. Please review anyways. Maybe we could get over 15 reviews this time? :D