Lucille made Troy go home and shower and eat, because he refused to leave the hospital for the last few days, skipping school. But, Lucille, being the nice mom she was, called in for him and said he was sick. Gabriella, Maria, and Lucille all finally convinced Troy to go him and get refreshed.

He was at home, now. He stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him and just letting the hot water flow over his body. About thirty minutes later, he got out, dried off, and got dressed. Then, went down to the garage and got into his car, once again. He decided he was just going to stop by McDonalds and grab a Big Mac, so he could see Gabriella as soon as possible.

He hadn't talked to Chad ever since Gabriella was first in the hospital, but that wasn't the most of his worries. He knew that he shouldn't have snapped at him. He'd just been upset over Gabriella and he took it out on Chad, which was wrong.

Once Troy arrived at the hospital, he hurried up the stairs, until he got to Gabriella's floor. They were helping Gabriella out of her room and moving her toward the elevator. "What's going on?" Troy asked.

"Troy!" Gabriella smiled. "I get to go home!"

"What?!" Troy exclaimed. "That's incredible! How did this happen?"

"Chad," Maria said, simply as she followed Gabriella into the elevator with Lucille trailing behind.

Chad came from out of the room. He shrugged, modestly. "I'm paying for home treatment for her."

"What?! Dude, how am I ever going to repay you? Where'd you ever get the money?"

"I've been saving up for a few years, now. I've been wanting to buy a new car," Chad shrugged. "It's not big deal, really. I just wanted to help a brother and sister out."

Troy laughed and thumped Chad hard on the back. "Thanks, so much!" He called, running toward the elevator to follow the others. Chad shook his head.

"That boy is so in love."

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"Hey, Gabby, I've got a surprise for you!" Troy called from Gabriella's balcony. Gabriella squealed and stood up.

"I love surprises! What is it?" She asked. He took her hand and pulled her toward her telescope. "What am I looking for?" She asked.

"This new comet," Troy said. "I can't seem to find it."

"Okay," Gabriella smiled, looking through the scope. "Oh, I found it! It's beautiful."

"Yeah, and it's yours," Troy grinned.

Gabriella looked up, a shocked expression on her face. "What?"

Troy pulled a bunch of folded up papers out of his pocket. "I have the paperwork to prove it." He showed her the paper.

"You named a comet after me?" Gabriella asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well, of course I did. I spotted it a few nights ago at the cemetery with Chad and we went to see if it had a name yet. And it didn't." Troy shrugged. Gabriella threw her arms around him in a great hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed, squeezing him as tight as possible.

"Okay, 'Brie, I can't breathe," Troy gasped. Gabriella blushed and let go of him. He stared deep into her chocolate brown eyes. "Do you love me?" He asked. Gabriella nodded.

"Of course," she replied. "Troy, what's--"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, interrupting her.

"Yeah, but--"

"Then, will you marry me?" He asked. Gabriella's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Wh-what?" She asked, thinking she misunderstood.

"Will you marry me? Please?" Troy asked.

Gabriella closed her eyes, a few tears streaming down her cheeks. That time, she was sure she had heard correctly. "Gabriella?" He asked, again.

Gabriella looked at him through her teary eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes! I will marry you!"

Troy pumped his fist in the air. "Yes!" He cheered, picking her up and twirling her around. "You're going to be my wife."

"And you're going to be my husband," She giggled, she couldn't stop smiling. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," Troy grinned.

"Uh uh, that's not possible," Gabriella shook her head as he put her back down on her feet.

"I'll be right back," Troy promised, running down the stairs. "Maria?"

"Yes, Troy?" Maria called from the kitchen.

"Maria, I need to ask you something."

"What is it, sweetheart?" Maria asked.

"Do I have your permission to marry your daughter?" Troy asked.

Maria's eyes widened. "Since when?"

"Since tonight. I don't have a ring yet, but I really love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her."

"Troy, the rest of your life?" Maria asked. He knew what she was hinting at.

He swallowed hard. "And the rest of her life. Please."

"Okay," Maria smiled, finally giving in. "You have my permission."

"YES!!" Troy yelped, running back up the stairs. Maria laughed and shook her head.