Troy's Walls-- Chapter Ten.
By bomchickawahwahx3
I'm so sorry about the delay! School's been really crazy for me these days. Thanks for the reviews, though!
"Gabby, it's the past. Please, let's just move on and concentrate on the present. US."
"NO! Why is it so hard for you to open up to me? What happened with Jodie?"
"Look, Gabriella, nothing happened. You're reading way too much into this. Jodie and I dated for 3 years and back then that was a pretty long time. She just started to take the relationship too seriously for my comfort and I decided to break things off with her. Apparently, she never got over me and she moved away before we could even talk about anything. Are you satisfied now?" The tone of his voice makes me cringe a bit but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Troy, it's just that I've never felt this way about anyone before and I'm afraid I'm going to lose you especially with Jodie back in town."
He pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around me. A warm feeling overcomes me and I finally realize that this is how it's supposed to be.
"You'll never lose me. As long as the stars keep shining down from heaven, and the rivers run into the sea, and until the end of time, you're the only love I'll need. I can't imagine me without you." He kisses my lips passionately. Then he pulls away, as we both stare off into space.
I smile to myself. It really can't get any better then this. We sit like that for a few more minutes until he breaks the silence. "When did Jodie get back to town?"
"Maybe a few days ago. I just met her today." I tense up slightly and he notices.
"Are you ok? Did something happen with her?"
"Sort of. Well, you see, we got to talking and you happened to pop up in the conversation…"
He cuts me off saying, "Me? Oh really?" I give him a look and he says, "sorry, go on."
"Anyway, apparently she's still not over you. She told me herself today. Isn't that great?" I say sarcastically.
"Hmm…that's a problem."
"No! Really? I hadn't noticed."
Troy ignores my sarcasm and asks, "Did you tell her about us?"
I sit up and say, "Well, no because you still hadn't asked me to be your girlfriend."
"Oh, I see. Well, no need to worry because I've got a plan." He says while smiling mischievously. "Next time you see her, you tell her you need talk to her. Tell her that there's this great guy you know and that he's interested in her and that you want to hook them up."
"And this guy would be?"
"Chad. My best friend."
"Oh, and what if she doesn't want to because she still has a thing for you."
"Don't worry about that. I'll talk to her." He gets up and starts heading to the door with me following him. "Just make sure you tell her about Chad."
He opens the door and is about to leave when he turns around and kisses me tenderly and says, "I love you. Don't forget to work on your recital piece. Bye."
I close the door, lean my back against the cool frame and let out a sigh. This should be interesting.
I sit in my room, anxiously waiting for Troy's arrival. Hmm…I wonder what his gallery will be like. I've never actually seen any of his work except for those sketches he did of me but those weren't gallery worthy pieces. The doorbell rings and startles me out of my thoughts. I run to get it and am out the door before Troy could say hello to me.
I walk around the art gallery and am amazed at what I see. I knew Troy was talented but I never realized how talented he truly was until now. I see beautiful paintings of his and am taken aback with one in particular. It's a painting of a woman; a woman that looks familiar but I cannot place her. Maybe because it's in a fairly abstract form. The way the colors blend with one another and the way he conveys his emotions through every brush stroke has me hypnotized. The expression on the woman's face cannot be described in words and the way Troy shows her makes it seem like he must really care for her. That last though triggers something inside me and I am instantly curious as to who this woman could be. I look for the title but that doesn't help me much. It's simply called Beloved. Before I can look for anymore clues Troy walks up to me.
"Hey sweetie," he says as he kisses me on the cheek. "Everyone else has left, are you ready to go?"
"No, actually, I'm not. I want to know a little more about this piece." I say as I study the painting in front of me carefully.
He smiles and has a little smirk but I don't notice it. "Ok, well, this painting is one of my personal favorites. I started it a few months ago but I could never finish it."
"Why's that?"
"The inspiration was all wrong. I was looking at it from the wrong point of view. Then, one night, someone helped me to find it and I was able to finally finish it."
"Mmhm," I mumble and nod my head.
"So, are you ready?"
"Wait, who is this person? You obviously had so much passion while painting this and it's obvious but your title doesn't help me figure out who it is."
"Well, Gabriella, do you really want to know who it is?"
I nod my head in reply.
"You. This painting is of you." He leans down and kisses me and everything that has happened in the past few days fades away as I finally realize that I am the one that he truly loves.
I'm now back in my room, trying to brainstorm ways to surprise Troy. The painting at the gallery is something that I'll remember forever and when the gallery is finished, I'm going to hang that painting in my room. Hmmm… Maybe I could paint him something too? Nah, my painting ended in kindergarten. I lay down in my bed and try to think. However, I'm once again interrupted as the phone rings, but I decide not to take any calls tonight. Tonight, I have to be alone with my thoughts. I let my machine pick it up.
"Hey, it's Gabby. You know the drill. Beep."
"Hey Gabby, it's Sharpay. Call me back as soon as you get this message. It's important! Love ya!"
I smile at how fun Sharpay can sometimes be. Returning to my thoughts, I decide to pick up my guitar and start playing, hoping to ease my mind a bit. I play for about 10 good minutes when I'm struck with the perfect idea. I take out several pieces of blank sheet music and begin to write lyrics.
This is my heart bleeding before you; this is me down on my knees.
Nah, too depressing. Let's try again.
Oh angel eyes, its no surprise. You constantly, take hold of me.
Perfect. I continue to write the song until it's finally finished. I'm done writing the song at around 2 in the morning and I put my pencil down. Satisfied, I put my new song away and go to bed thinking about Troy.
A/N: So, what'd you guys think?! :) Review, please! Thanks.