Only In Your Dreams- Ch 10
Disclaimer: I got hsm2 extended edition on DVD! Woot!!
Rating: T
Author'sNote: Merry Christmas Eve! oh, and...after reading ya'lls reviews...umm...please don't hunt me down and kill me! that'd be great...
Recap:
"I'll love you more than you'll ever know Gabriella." Troy choked.
Holding tightly onto Gabriella, Troy shut his eyes. Quickly falling into the sleep he dreaded most.
"More than you'll ever know."
Troy shifted as a mid-morning draft snuck into the bedroom.
Groaning, he rolled over to his side; when all he felt was the coldness of the sheets, his eyes quickly flew open.
His breath caught in his throat as he sat up, the bed sheets falling to his sides.
What he desperately wanted, only a day ago, was the same place he was now, only he didn't want to be there.
His apartment bedroom looked even more lonesome than he remembered.
Feeling like an extra two hundred pounds were sitting on his forehead alone, he slowly got out of bed.
Drowsily, Troy shuffled himself out into the combined kitchen/living room.
"Good morning!"
Troy moaned as his hands flew to his face, "Why do you insist on bothering me?"
The familiar man shrugged as he continued taking food out of Troy's refrigerator.
Troy slumped his shoulders and carelessly walked over to the kitchen table, he sat at one of the chairs and hunched his body over.
"Why the long face?" The man asked, helping himself to a cup of orange juice.
Troy shot him a look of anger.
"Oh…look, it's just my job…" The man said, taking a drink of the freshly poured juice.
"I don't want to talk about it."
The man nodded, pouring more juice into the coffee cup.
Troy was silent for a moment.
"I just don't understand." He said, mainly to himself, "Why was I so stupid…and now…now I've lost her...again…"
The man shrugged as he proceeded to put two pieces of bread in the toaster.
"I mean, I could've had that life…why didn't I take it!?"
"Would you stop complaining?" The man said, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth.
Troy scowled at him, "Then what do you propose I do?" He asked stiffly.
The man shrugged, "It's only Christmas Eve…do something about it."
Troy's expression dropped, his head jolted to the side of his refrigerator where a calendar hung.
"You mean, it's only Christmas Eve?" Troy questioned, turning back towards the man.
But the man was gone.
Troy sat at the table.
Listening to passing cars and the frequent sound of a bird or two; chirping as it flew past the open window.
Troy glanced at the clock.
It was approaching nine a.m.
Strumming his fingers against the table, he quickly leapt up and rushed to the phone.
After dialing the number, he waited a few minutes.
"Hello? Linda…yes, this is Troy Bolton…I can't come in today…yes…something…" Troy searched for the right words.
"Something…came up…okay…thank you."
Troy threw down the phone back onto the receiver and disappeared back into his bedroom; only to emerge minutes later with a black suitcase.
He dragged the rolling bag to the front door and was almost immediately was on his cell phone.
"Hi there…yes, happy holidays to you too…my name is Troy Bolton; I need the quickest flight possible to Albuquerque…."
Troy now knew what he had to do, what he wanted to do.
The airport wasn't even a dilemma; he easily got on a flight, and was safely aboard the plane that would take him back to his past.
The past he left behind.
The past he desperatly wished he hadn't given up.
There was now not a moment to lose.
He'd lost too many moments already, and he was afraid he was running out of time.
AN: so…short and sucky.
Lol.
Barely 3 pages….and not good content…but I'm tired. I went to bad early this morning…and woke up a few hours later, so I'm sorry!
I will try to update tomorrow…hopefully do better than this one…
Again, sorry it's not very good!!
Merry christmas eve!!! (again...)
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