A/N: I still cannot believe that Michael Jackson is dead. My mom was his number one fan when she was a kid, so it was quite a glum day for my family when he died. Like everyone was calling my mom and sympathizing with her, her sisters called all the way from U.K. and U.S.A. She actually cried, the morning after. It is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sad. May he rest in piece.

Troy slowly pushed the heavy door open, and peered into the semi-dark room. He could just make out the tiny hunched figure curled up at the foot of the bed. He hesitated slightly before stepping into the room. A soft giggle from the bed made him freeze. The figure got off the bed and walked towards him. He could see her holding something tightly to her ear. She walked slowly up to him.

"Okay... I'll see you later... I love you too... Yes I have everything... Bye... No, mom, I don't... Mom, I have to go... Yes I will, plus, I'm fine, so I don't think I'll need it much... Buh-bye... Mom, please... Okay, bye... Love you too... Bye." Gabriella ended the conversation somewhat annoyed, and threw the small black cell-phone on to the bed, before re-directing her attention back on Troy. She smirked playfully, and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his warm neck. Troy's muscular ones wound around her waist, and crushed her fragile body tightly against his. He pressed his forehead against hers, and nuzzled their noses.

"Hey..." he whispered, pulling her closer. Instead of replying, she pressed her lips hungrily against his. Troy returned the kiss with as much force as her. As things started to get more intense, there was a soft knock on the door. At first, the both ignored it and carried on with their "activities". Then the knock came again, louder than before. The two pulled away, and as he looked at the girl, he did a double take. Anisa was staring at him, a devious smirk plastered on her face. He shook his head, he could heave sworn it was Gabriella a few seconds ago. Confusion swept over him as he gazed at the girl.

"Troy?"

He tuned, and there stood the brunette beauty that had somehow managed to steal his heart, a pained and hurt look on her face. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Troy pushed himself away from Anisa, and stepped towards the other girl.

"Gabriella?"he stepped closer to her. Just as his hand was about to touch hers, she vanished.

"Troy, please answer me?"

Troy shot out of his bed, covered in sweat, and kicked the damp sheets off him. There was another knock, quieter this time. He walked towards the door, and slowly opened it. A tiny figure stood on the other side, clutching a furry stuffed toy to her chest, like a lost five-year old would do. Troy felt his heart falter in his chest, as he ran fingers through his hair.

"Can I please stay here for the night?" the feminine voice questioned timidly, finally looking up at him. Brown met blue, and Troy could have sworn that the Earth had stopped spinning. He nervously scratched the back of his sweaty neck, and looked at the his feet.

"Um, sure." he stuttered nervously, stepping aside so the tiny brunette could step into his "humble abode" as Chad usually called it. Gabriella trudged into the room, almost hesitantly. She stood in the center of the room, looking shy. There was an awkward silence.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Troy asked, breaking the silence, he walked over to the bed and sat down, patting the empty space next to him for her to sit. Gabriella stared at him, confusedly. Troy took this moment to study her appearance. She wore a black and white striped tank-top, and a pair of really baggy boxer shorts, her hair was done into two messy french braids. She looked quite sleepy.

She continued staring at him, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked. Gabriella looked down and slowly walked over to the bed. Ignoring Troy, she flung herself on the bed, her head landing softly on the pillow, causing her inky curls to spread over the white material covering the pillow. She shut her eyes, and a wide smile formed on the corner of her lips. Troy felt his stomach muscles clench, and a satisfied smile erupt on his face. He hesitantly hovered over the brunette, then placed his chin on her flat, partially exposed stomach. Her eyes shot open, and she pulled out from under him.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped, pulling her shirt over the exposed skin. Troy raised his eyebrows, and tried to look into her mocha orbs, which she kept moving every time they locked. She leaned against the headboard, and finally succumbed to his intense stare. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she felt her shoulders relax.

"Sorry, I didn't know you'd get offended by my 'public displays of affection'" said Troy, teasingly. Gabriella frowned, clearly not liking the humor in his voice, she pulled her legs from under his hovering body, and pulled them tightly to her tiny chest. "Jeez, Gabs, I was just joking." he said after a while.

"Sorry," Gabriella apologized, stretching her feet out, "I think I'm just tired." she mumbled, stifling a yawn. Troy chuckled raised his body off hers and lay down next to it. She sunk onto the pillow, and rolled over so her back was to him. "Thanks, again for letting me sleep here." she mumbled, burying her tiny feet under the sheets, and pulling it up so it covered up to her and Troy's knees. He leaned up and pulled it over them.

"You're always welcome here," he whispered into her hair, causing a series of shivers to travel up her spine, which didn't go unnoticed by Troy. "You cold?" Not in the mood to think, Gabriella nodded. She heard Troy shuffle behind her, and next thing she knew, he had wrapped his arm around her and pulling her closer to him. She froze but it quickly passed and she leaned into his rock solid body. She closed her eyes and could slowly feel herself drifting into unconsciousness.

"Goodnight, Brie." Troy whispered into her ear, tickling her skin with his warm breath. Gabriella was barely awake to reply, instead she tried to nod, but nothing moved, she gave up and finally let herself go.

"I love you, Gabriella." Troy whispered. Gabriella felt her breath hitch in her throat. She was dreaming, she was 99.99999999% sure, but the words had sounded so real, she was 1% certain, that maybe, just maybe, those words were real, that he had actually said those words.

She tried to say something, but gave up, and soon fell asleep...

A/N: Wasn't as long as I wanted it to be. I apologize.