Wow, this chapter is the longest chapter I have ever written. Including all my Welcome chapters. It has 6,587 words without my rambling on at the beginning. Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was struggling with writing this. As for the surfacing of the photo, it's going to be in a couple chapters and there's going to be more lovey dovey between them in the chapters inbetween. I want them to have a lot of moments where they can really discover that flame that's never been put out. (Deep!) This chapter is rated M at the end, yes, between Troyella. I'll let you get on with it.

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Last night was one of the best nights of my life. Well, excluding all the amazing nights Troy and I shared in our teenage years. Everything just fell into place last night. It was perfect. At some points I felt like we were back like we used to be, well, despite the fact that we were practically in hiding. I wasn't afraid to say or do anything whilst in his presence. I savoured him as if he was the last piece of chocolate I would ever eat. Yes, that much. It was like I was some crazy, love sick, obsessive teenage girl. Waiting for the doorbell to ring. Keeping my phone line open incase he calls, then pouncing on the phone when it rings.

He looked amazing last night. He didn't know about the party, and was wearing his signature look, skinny fit jeans with a pair of Vans and a plain white v-neck, showing off his perfect tanned muscles. His eyes were such a lively, blue colour. They shocked you whenever you looked at them. Every time you made eye contact with him you would stare at them, and wonder how they were so amazingly blue. His soft hair was shiny, yet not greasy looking, and it felt like heaven when I ran my hands through it. Every strand was perfect, no exceptions.

But it was strange. Everything is strange. I look at him differently than I did when we met again about a month ago. It seemed like the more I saw of him, the more I spoke to him and heard that delicious, smooth voice, the more I felt like I was falling for him all over again. I tried to deny it, of course I did. This was Troy Bolton. If you had asked me six months ago I would feel angry to hear his name, now I felt calm when I heard it. Well, unless Michelle was bragging about their sex life at the office. But the thing about it which confused me was the fact that he kissed me back. He was just as bad as I was. But did he feel the same about it? Did he feel like he wanted to do it all over again? Did he feel like he wanted my tounge back in his mouth and my arms tickling the back of his neck again? Was he falling for me, too?

I dragged myself out of bed, taking a quick glance in the mirror to check my reflection before stepping into some old Uggs I wore as slippers sometimes and went downstairs to make breakfast for my guests and I. My feet were dragging along the wooden floor in the kitchen.

I opened the large, stainless steel refridgerator and pulled out a pack of sausages and a pack of bacon, taking them out of the packets and laying them onto grill trays before putting them into the oven. I cracked eggs and made a fried egg and a small amount of scrambled eggs for everyone. I warmed through a can of beans before my mother came down and placed a hand on my back.

"Hey baby," she said.

"Hey mom," I replied as I chopped mushrooms up.

"You need any help?" she said.

"No, I'm good. I just need to do these, cook them, then grill some tomatoes and some bread to make toast." I said.

"Well do you want me to do the toast?" she asked as she watched my slice mushrooms.

"If you want to, breads in the pull out over there." I said.

My mind drifted away again like it had done all morning. Why did I get the mental image of Troy kissing me all the time?

Does he feel the same?

"Shit," I hissed as the sharp knife missed the mushroom and sliced a fresh cut onto my finger.

"Baby, you okay?" my mom asked curiously in her concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, rushing around the island to the sink. I switched the faucet to cold water and let it run on the cut, trying not to watch the once clear water that was now red tinted run down into the sink, as I was queasy when I saw or smelled blood. My mom got me a band aid from her purse and I dried my finger on a small towel before she wrapped it around my cut for me.

"Is it okay?" she asked.

"It's fine." I said, nodding.

Ten minutes later when I had finished putting Nutella, different Smuckers jellys, peanut butter and maple syrup on the table we all dug in to our breakfasts. My mom and David were talking about something to one another, and as usual my mind was drifting off into that fantasy world where Gabriella and Troy are together and love eachother and there's no troubles in the world, as usual.

I wanted to text him. But what would I say? Would I be bugging him? Do I play it cool? What if last night meant nothing to him?

But do I wait until he calls me? What if he doesn't call me at all? What if he only kissed me back last night so I wouldn't be upset?

Without thinking I picked up my iPhone and pressed Troy then send message. I thought about what I was going to put. Do I mention last night? Or do I leave that to him.

Hey x

Now if that isn't playing it cool, I don't know what is.

Troy's POV

I had got up quite late this morning, I couldn't sleep. Michelle and I only got to bed at two, and I was tired, but insanely happy from that amazing kiss Gabriella paid me last night. I got up and Michelle was putting the last piece of rubbish from last night into the trash can.

"I'd make you breakfast but it's two o'clock." she said, giving me a quick kiss as she passed me.

"Only got to sleep at about four." I said, leaning on the island.

"I think we're going out to dinner with your mom and dad tonight." she said.

"Oh, really..." I said, trying to hide my unenthusiastic voice by using an interested tone.

"Yeah, I think Chad, Sharpay and Taylor are coming too. Going to Baylors so I'm sure Zeke will pop out to say hello."

"Oh, right. Um, what about Gabriella?" I asked curiously.

"I don't think so." she said, scrunching her face up and thinking. "It's not just because she's my boss, it's just, she's not met your parents and there's not much reason for her being there. It's like being invited to a birthday party and you don't even know the person who's birthday it is. Do you get me?"

"I get you..." I said, not being sure how Gabriella would react to the fact we all went out without her.

"Good." she said, leaning up with her arms still around my waist and kissing me. I frowned a little when she turned away and quickly wiped it away. "Now sweetie, what are you having for your lunch?"

"Think I'll just get some cereal." I said. "I'm not too hungry. Plus then I'll be hungry for tonight and I can fit in dessert."

"Oh, you'll be having dessert whether you can fit it in or not." she said, pulling a box of cereal out the pull out and giving me a wink.

"Oh, I will now, will I?" I said, grabbing the bowl of cereal which she pushed along the surface of the island.

"If you're not too worn out from last night." she winked.

"Never." I said, winking at her and taking a bite of cereal. She leaned up and kissed my cheek before walking out, casually tapping my lower back as she walked past me and went into the living room.

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It was six, and I had got back from shopping with my mom about an hour ago. Troy hadn't texted me back during the day. I guess he only did it to be nice then and not hurt my feelings. Maybe it was too good to be true.

"Are you ready, sweetie?" my mom called from across the hall.

"What? What for?" I asked.

"Dinner tonight!" she said. "Baby, don't tell me you've forgot."

"Dinner? Mom, I've never heard about a dinner tonight." I said.

"Well someone must have mentioned it to you at some point!" she said as she fixed the back of her earring on.

"What?" I said quietly. I went back into my room and picked up my phone and texted Troy.

Heard you're all going to dinner tonight. Are you avoiding me or something?

I texted angrily. The phone buzzed and I look down to see I had a text from Troy.

No, I'm not avoiding you. Michelle thought it would be weird to invite you since apparently you don't know my parents.

I sighed.

Alright, have a good time x

He texted back.

I'll not have too much fun while you're sat at home like a loner. ;).

I giggled.

You better not. See you later hot stuff. ;D

--

Troy's POV

I smiled and set the phone back on my nightstand. She hadn't called me hot stuff in years.

"You ready? We're meeting at the resteraunt at about six thirty." Michelle said as she grabbed a lip gloss and put it in her large bag.

"Yeah, I'm ready when you are."

"Come on then," she said. I picked up my phone and followed her out, shutting off the light as I left the room. We got into my car and I drove us both to the familiar resteraunt in the middle of the city. The white, bold letters BAYLORS lit up to stand out in the evening. We all went in and sat at the table for eight which Taylor and Chad were sat at already.

"Hey guys," I said as I sat down next to Taylor and Michelle sat opposite me beside Chad. Eventually everyone was here, and my 'mother' sat beside me, while my 'father' sat opposite 'mother' and beside Michelle.

Zeke came out in his chef's uniform and greeted us all.

"Hey guys," Callie greeted us.

"Hey," I said along with everyone else.

"I'm Callie, nice to meet you." she said to my 'parents' as she recognized there were new faces, but realized there was one missing. "Where's Gabs?"

"She's not here." Michelle said. "It's kind of a family dinner tonight for Troy and we decided to just invite these as they're family friends." she explained.

"Right." Callie said. "But didn't Gabriella_"

"No." I cut in quickly, giving her a discreet glare to not go on any further.

"Oh no, that's Sharpay." she covered, and I raised my eyebrows to say I'll explain later. "Well anyway, what do we all want to drink?"

About half an hour later we were eating our meals when my phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and read it.

Hey hot stuff ;p x Dinner running smoothly? Ella x

I quickly replied.

Yeah it's going alright x I'll speak to you later, Troy x

I shoved it back into my pocket when Maria nudged me and raised her eyebrows. I gave her a nervous smile before said quietly, opposite to everyone else who was laughing and talking.

"Hot stuff?" she said lowly.

"Just a nickname." I said.

"Sure. Is something going on with you and Gabriella?"

"Kind of yes, kind of no." I said, knowing I couldn't lie to Maria Montez.

"I'll get Gabriella to tell me later." she said before returning back to normal and joining in with the laughing and talking.

Someone knows. That's completely the opposite of what needs to happen. Nobody can know, that's when it starts spreading, and more people find out.

Maria can keep secrets. We'll be fine.

Gabriella's POV

"What?" I asked ridiculously as I sat up in my bed, my mom asking me the strangest yet most accurate question she could think of.

"I said, is something going on with you and Troy," she said sternly.

"No, nothing mom. We're just being friends again." I lied.

"Gabriella Montez." she said sternly. "If you are just friends then why did you call him hot stuff last night?"

"It's just a friendly nick name." I lied.

"Sure." she said nodding sarcastically, not believing any words that were escaping my mouth.

"Besides, why were you looking through his texts?"

"I wasn't, I was placed beside my dear son last night and he had his phone above the table. I saw your name and wondered why you would be texting Troy. So I read it." she admitted sternly.

"Why wouldn't I text Troy?"

"Gabriella." she snapped, running out of patience. "Stop trying to change the subject." she breathed out before changing to a softer voice. "Gabriella, when I asked Troy he said there's kind of something going on, so that means I know there's atleast something that someone has done to lead the other on. You're my daughter and I'm his guardian, well I was anyway, so I'm kind of like a mother figure to him too." she said, confusing herself a little before continuing. "Well, you're both very close to me, and if something is happening between you two again, I want you to tell me. I deserve to know."

I sighed, knowing that when my mom gives a speech that's when you have to tell her the truth.

"There's a little thing going on." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"What do you mean by a little thing?" she asked in a softer voice after she noticed my stress and akwardness towards the topic.

"At the party."

"What happened?" she asked curiously but caringly.

"Well, Troy and I went upstairs into his den so he could open his other presents from me." I said. "We chilled out in there for a bit, then he gave me a foot massage cause my feet were hurting, then I changed into some of his comfy clothes and then I kissed him at the end of the night."

"What kind of kiss?" she asked.

"His hands on my waist, my hands on his neck, lasted for about seven minutes, couple tounges were thrown in..." I said dozily.

"Baby," she sighed. "Look, if you're going to try again with Troy, make sure you both want it, I don't want you both getting hurt again."

"I do want it, but he has Michelle, and I don't know if he's willing to give that up, mom."

Michelle was the secret worry for me. She was keeping everything from happening. Yes, if I hadn't known Michelle I probably wouldn't have met Troy again, atleast so quickly anyway. I might have seen him from going out with the gang eventually, but how long that would've taken nobody knows. But sometimes I just think, what if Michelle wasn't being Troy's girlfriend? That night, if it would have happened, would have probably gone differently. Knowing Troy and I it would probably have ended with clothes dumped on the floor and two naked bodies playing around on the couch.

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"Do you need any help?" I asked my mom and David two days later as they packed their bags to go home.

"I think we've got it." David said gratefully.

"Alright well, you're flights at seven tonight and you've got to be at the airport by four, so I was thinking we'll go at about three to make sure you're on time and ready to go. That sound good?" I said.

"Thanks Gabby," my mom said as she packed her jet black Christian Louboutins into her case.

My mom was great with fashion. She taught me a lot. I remember when she bought me a pair of Juicy Couture dolly shoes when I was ten and I thought they were the best thing in the world. They were squishy, leather and pink and had little gold jewels and a big, gold crown on the front of each shoe. I was devastated when they didn't fit anymore.

It was about twelve and the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Troy stood at my door.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me. "I heard my parents are going home today." he joked.

"Yeah," I said. "Are you coming in?"

"Well that was kind of the plan." he said, walking in as I moved aside for him. He kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on my banister.

"Make yourself at home, oh look, you already have." I joked. His eyes looked away from me. "I was kidding."

"Good, cause that would have been really akward if you weren't." he said, sitting on my white, leather couch and putting his feet up on the foot stool.

"Cosy?" I asked.

"Very." he nodded.

"That's good to hear." I said. "Do you want a drink?"

"Thought you would never ask." he said, jumping up and following me to the kitchen.

"We got... Coke, Dr Pepper, orange juice, lemonade, beer."

"Beer." he said.

I giggled at his forwardness and took a segment of the already sliced lime in my refridgerator before sticking it in the top of his bottle.

"Thank you," he said, dragging on the you like he was a little kid.

He pulled it off.

He looked sexy today. Some ripped jeans and a red t-shirt, with plain white socks that slid across my floor. His hair was a little bit tousled with wax, so it looked shaped but not wet and glossy, it looked fluffy, like you'd want to just run your hands straight through it. His eyes were extremely bright for some reason and the light coloured clothes brought even more attention to his perfect tan.

"So how've you been?" he said, taking a sip of the cool beer.

"Great," I said, sitting on the couch alongside him. "You?"

"Lovely." he said, followed by a long, comfortable silence.

"My mom knows." I said, breaking it.

"I thought she probably would." he said. "She discreetly asked me about it when she read my text and it was kind of hard to talk when everyone was there so she said she would ask you."

"Well thanks for one of the most embarrassing moments of my life."

"What are friends for?" he said.

"Well it depends." I said. His head shot up.

"On what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, if they're friends, they'll just talk, annoy eachother, help eachother with their problems."

"And..." he prompted.

"If you're friends with benefits," I said, "then you might do all that and something else."

"So what are we?" he asked.

"It's up to you." I said, giving him a small smile.

"Benefits it is." he said, leaning in and giving me another kiss. Why when after all these things happen do I ask myself if it really happened?

Still not taking his mouth away from mine, he put his arm around me and hugged me closer, the fronts of our bodies moulding together. He gently bit my bottom lip, something he did often, but still shocked me every time. I gasped quietly. We heard thumping on the stairs and knew someone was coming down them, so our eyes quickly snapped open and we came apart, moving away from eachother and talking as if nothing happened. The warm, comforting feeling which his body gave when it was against mine evaporated. He made a frustrated face to me and changed it to a smile, then my mom came in.

"Troy!" she said warmly.

"Maria," he said, standing up and going over to her.

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" she said.

"Seeing you and David off," he said. "If that's alright." he said towards me.

"Yeah, it's a pleasure." I said. He gave me a cheesy smile and a friendly, cheeky wink. He gave my mom a hug and David one of those shaky hand, man hugs things.

"Gabriella," he whined like he was two when my mom and David went upstairs to get something. I looked at him and saw his puppy dog eyes. He was asking for something.

"Troyyy," I whined back in the same tone before going back to normal. "What's up?"

"I'm hungry," he whined again. I burst out laughing and he gave me a quick smile before putting his cute face back on. "It's not a laughing matter. Troy's hungry."

"Do you want some lunch?" I said, taking my hands and playing with his hair when he leaned closer to me and practically had his head on my shoulder, as if he was five.

"Yeah," he said casually.

"Sandwich?" I suggested.

"Yum." he said stupidly before standing up and running off to the kitchen. I giggled and followed him.

"What kind of bread?" I said.

"What is this, Subway?"

"May as well be." I giggled. "What bread?"

"White."

"Just how you like it," I giggled, knowing he hates brown bread. "What do you want on it."

"What don't I want on it," he said, grabbing practically everything out of my refridgerator.

"Don't tell me you're going to make a disgusting sandwich like you always used to?"

"Oh yeah baby," he said, throwing some cheese onto the counter from the shelf in the refridgerator.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, knowing this would be one of the most disgusting experiences in my life.

I put a little bit of butter on the bread for him, knowing he hates it when there is more than a scraping of it.

He put the slices of tomato and cucumber and cheese onto the bread first, then added a layer of salad cream.

He added pickles and lettuce and other crap to it before ripping shreds off the leftovers of a cooked whole chicken I got from the store last night and obviously didn't manage to eat it all. He put the shreds on top of the chicken and added more salad cream, before confirming his creation with another slice of bread over the top.

"You want a cocktail stick and an olive for the top of it?" I asked sarcastically.

"That would be great." he nodded. I rolled my eyes knowing he was kidding. He picked it up and somehow fit it around his mouth and took a bite.

"How is it?" I asked nervously and cautiously.

He nodded. "Fucking amazing."

"I find that hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." I said.

"Bite it, it wont kill you. It's not killed me."

"You have an iron stomach, that's why." I said, declining the plate he was thrusting towards me.

"No, remember when I ate that bad chicken by accident when we were eighteen and_"

"Troy, yes, I remember and try not to!" I giggled.

"Why do you try to not remember it?" he asked. "I thought you liked taking care of me."

"I did," I said. "I just couldn't put up with your non-stop whining all day."

"Would have been better if you bought a nurse outfit." he said cheekily.

"Yeah Troy, you're gonna just have to fantasize on that one."

"You'll come around." he said, giving me a wink that made me blush a little. "Aww, little Ella's blushing."

"I'm not." I said.

"You so are, aren't you cute?" he said sarcastically, reaching his hand towards my face before I slapped it away.

"You pinch my cheeks and that sandwich is going somewhere which wont be too pleasurable."

"Could do with some more meat on this thing." he said.

"Troy!" I retorted.

"What? I want more chicken, what did you think I meant?" he said.

I blushed again.

"Ewww," he said like a three year old before returning back to normal. "I'm not that rude, Gabriella."

"Sure." I said, rolling my eyes and handing him some more chicken.

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"Alright guys, you have a safe trip." I said, giving my mom a kiss on both cheeks and giving David a hug.

"We will," my mom said before looking and Troy. "Come here," she said, which he went over to her and lifted her off the ground a little when he hugged her, making her squeal like an idiot.

"Well we're gonna go now," my mom said.

"Bye mommy, I'll see you soon, okay?" I said.

"Alright, you'll have to come back to Alberquerque for a little bit." she said.

"Promise." I said.

"I miss my old bed." Troy said. "My new one's full of unnecessary fluffy cushions and thirteen point five tog covers whatever that means. Too much for a simple guy like me." he said, holding his hands up.

"Simple, alright." I said, causing him to give me a playful glare before giving a little chuckle.

"See you, Maria, David." Troy said.

"Bye sweetie." she said to both of us, as they walked away. We gave them one last wave until they were in the line to check in their luggage and we got back into my car.

"So," he said. "We're alone, in an airport parking lot, which in my opinion is pretty damn sexy."

"To you it is," I said, ignoring him and rolling my eyes and starting up the car.

"There's quite a lot of room in the back seats there..." he commented.

"Leave it, Troy." I giggled, putting on a stern face.

"Alright, alright." he said, holding his hands up. "Not my fault you're sexy."

We drove along, talking about random things and half listening to the radio.

"I'm hungry again." he stated.

"How can you be hungry after you ate that sandwich?" I asked.

"I just am." he said. "Ben and Jerry's store over there. Turn left and nobody gets hurt."

"Ooh, scary." I said sarcastically.

"You have no idea." he said sternly, but there was still a tingle of humour in his voice. We went into the ice-cream store and ordered a huge sundae each.

"Troy!" I gasped. "Chocolate cows!"

"Moooo," he said. "There's a joke in that somewhere."

"I remember when we went and got ice-cream after school one evening on our graduation week and we both ordered chocolate cows!" I gasped.

"Well done, Ella." he said sarcastically.

"So, chocolate cows don't mean anything to you?" I asked.

"Yes, they remind me of you and make me have fantasies of you swimming in a vat of them." he said "Now what would you like, I've got it."

"Excuse me?" a small, young boy, about nine said nervously as he came before Troy. Troy looked down at him and smiled, knowing he was a fan from his Lakers shirt. "Can I have your autograph?"

"Sure," Troy said kindly, crouching down to about his size and signing the small book for him.

"Thank you," he said smiling.

"You're welcome." Troy said before the young boy walked away. His father gave him an appreciative smile and looked at the boy's autograph.

"Aww, aren't you sweet." I said to him, my body tensing up as his hand rested on my lower back. To everyone else we would look like a couple.

"Well what did you expect, for me to start shouting at him to leave me alone and go away?" he said.

"If you did that I'd kick you in the nuts, throw ice-cream all over you, give the little boy a hug and drive away never to speak to you again."

"Consider me warned," he said before it was our turn and we ordered some ice-cream. The man serving us instantly recognized him and they had an enlightening conversation about basketball. Well to them it was, to me it was pure crap melting my brain. We sat down at a small table and took bites of our ice-cream.

"You still hungry?" I said.

"I never was, I just needed something to occupy my mouth and taste buds for a bit." he said, eating another spoonful, making me roll my eyes.

We eventually came out of the ice cream store, the little boy giving him a smile and small wave, which he returned, and got back into my car.

"So, where we going now?" he said.

"I thought I was gonna drop you off at the end of your street." I said pulling out of the parking lot onto the main road. "Why, did you have something else in mind?"

"Don't take me home yet, Michelle wants me to do the laundry." he whined.

"As if you could do laundry,"

"I'm a responsible man." he said, holding his hands up. "I can do basic household chores."

"Alright then. I'll take your word for it." I grinned. "So what do you want to do?"

"Go to your place?" he suggested, and raised an eyebrow cheekily.

"Sure. We can do friend stuff." I said teasingly.

"If we have time." he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Didn't say anything. Must have been a bird." he said looking out the window and pointing towards a birds nest in a tree.

"Sure it was." I giggled.

We came to my house and quickly got in before anyone could see us. Oh, the joys of messing around while his girlfriend doesn't know. When we got inside he kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket again, putting it on the banister like he did last time. He went to the couch and fell back onto it, making a little space for me beside him. He cheesily grinned at me and tapped the space twice.

I giggled and lay beside him in the space on my back, while he was on his side. He reached over onto the side table and got the remote, turning the television on and flicking through channels.

"Shit, shit, shit," he said, labelling each channel. "Shit, shit, crap, shit." he said, before he settled on a funny sitcom and got comfortable beside me. I tried to ignore the fact that he was looking at me instead of the television, where he thought I was looking. But truthfully, I was looking at him from the corner of my eye. He was propping himself up with his left elbow and he traced patterns with his finger on my stomach with his right pointer finger.

I turned my head and looked at him as the credits began rolling. My eyes connected with his. It was one of those moments where everything stops and you swear you can hear your heartbeat. His soft face invited me to touch it, and I accepted, my hands running down his smooth cheeks down to his shaven jaw. My pointer finger traced up and down his jawline, over and over again. His eyelids were getting heavy from how relaxed we both were. His eyes dropped closed, before he opened them again with effort.

"You look pretty," I said dozily before mentally cursing myself. Pretty? Did I just say Troy Bolton looked pretty?

He obviously found it amusing too, as his lips displayed a bright smile.

"You're pretty too," he said cheesily, kissing my cheek. There was a long, yet comfortable, silence filled with stroking eachother's faces and bodies and breathing before he spoke up. "Did you ever think what would have happened if we didn't break up in college?"

"Huh?" I said, taken aback by his question.

"Did you ever wonder what would happen if we didn't break up?" he said.

"I've thought about it." I admitted. "I mean, if it all went my way, we would probably be married by now."

"I'd probably not be in the Lakers," he said.

"I'd probably be a doctor or something along those lines," I said. We stayed silent again for a while before the question I thought in my head this morning came out of my mouth. "How did you meet Michelle?"

"She was in a club," he said. "I thought it would be just a quick one night stand, but then we got talking and I liked her from there."

"Then did you start going out a couple weeks later?" I asked.

"What is this? Twenty one questions?" he asked before answering. "About two weeks after."

It was one hour after we got into the house before we were making out on my couch. His tounge was swirling around my mouth and doing all the work, while I lay underneath him and massaged his lower back with my fingers as he kissed me. My tounge didn't really react to his, it just enjoyed the feeling, and the fact that Troy Bolton had his tounge swirling around my mouth.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, his eyes still closed, and rolled us both over, but instead of landing on more couch, we landed harshly on the floor.

"Sorry," he mumbled, taking in another breath and kissing me again. He moved down to my neck, which stretched out when it realized it was getting attention. He honoured the sensitive spot by gently biting it, peppering it with light kisses, massaging it with his tounge and sucking it harshly, giving me a hickey later. I whimpered as he lightly ran his hand down the side of my legs and brought them back up again, giving goosebumps on my legs. I tried to calm a shudder. Every now and then he'd breath and I'd feel his warm breath on my neck. His hand came under my loose t-shirt and rested on my bare stomach. My hands were still playing with his hair as he sucked and licked my neck.

Before I knew it I was sat up, as was he, and he was pulling my dress over my head and throwing it on the floor. He took in the sight before kissing my collar bone and licking it. My breathing quickened and my heart was pounding. He kissed along my cleavage and ran his fingers teasingly over my black laced bra, making my nipples go hard. I moaned and he took that as a signal to sit me up again and unhook my bra. He threw that randomly across the room too.

"Upstairs," I muttered, when I realized the floor was hurting my back. He picked me up bridal style and took me to the master bedroom as if he was a caveman and I was his prize. He laid me on top of my covers, resting my head on the pillows. He took off his shirt himself while he was stood and kicked off his jeans, so he was at the same clothing status as I was. He was left in his white, Calvin Klein boxers. He gently crawled onto the bed and stopped above me, not putting his weight down and crushing me. He kissed me again, passionate as ever. His hands roamed everywhere around my body, and he played with my breasts, cupping them and squeezing them.

When I decided I was ready to move on from just kisses and strokes, I hooked a thumb onto the waistband of his boxers, waiting for a signal to push them down. His hand came above mine and helped me to bring his final peice of clothing down to his ankles, where he took the lead and kicked them off himself. We rolled over and he lay on his back while my eyes drank in the sight waiting for me. It didn't seem real. I leaned down to him and kissed his chest and torso, licking one of his nipples. I kissed down his body and gave each ab my individual attention. I kissed his lower abdomen and lowered myself until my head was above his manhood. I gingerly touched it, getting a moan from him. It was throbbing. I placed a loose fist around it and pumped up and down slowly.

He put his hand over mine and guided me to go faster. His eyes were clasped shut, though he desperately tried to keep them open to see what was happening. He began murmuring my name over and over again. I used my free hand to cup his balls and squeeze them. He gave one last loud, long moan before white liquid shot out of it, landing on my breasts and face. I laid down beside him while his breathing got back to normal. His eyes fluttered open graciously again before he gave a mischevious smile and grabbed me and rolled me over so I was on the bottom and he was on the top. He kissed my lips passionately again and hooked a finger in my panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere other than the bed.

"You're wet," he commented huskily.

"Cause you're so damn sexy, that's why." I replied. He moved down to my aching, throbbing, wet area. He kissed the insides of my thighs before moving up and kissing the lips. He sucked on them before paying attention to my clit. He kissed from the top to the bottom of it, before licking back up it and down it again. He sucked on it. I whimpered with every touch he made. My toes curled and my eyes clamped shut. My hands wandered down to where his head was, and I grabbed handfuls of his hair. His tounge found it's way to my entrance. He licked around it teasingly before thrusting it inside of me. He removed his tounge and took two fingers, plunging them inside of me instead as his mouth sucked on my clit. My breathing quickened and my chest was falling up and down quickly. A burning sensation took over me. I came and he licked the juices which squirted from me off the insides of my thighs.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, until he had an erection again and I was wet. He again lay above me, not putting his weight down and based the tip of his cock at my wet, warm opening. He pushed in and I let out a ragged breath. He began a slow, steady rhythm and turned it into a quick pace. My hips bucked and we were moving as one. He pushed in and out of me in fluid movements. His groans rang in my ears and my moans and screams practically shook the house. This is why you don't have an apartment.

"Ella," he called out. He slowed down so he could savour the feeling of his orgasm which was about to hit him. I felt mine about to come on.

"Don't stop, I'm nearly there." I cried out as I could feel him empty himself into me. I thought about what was happening. What he was doing to me, and in seconds, my eyes claspd shut again, my fingernails dug into his back, and I came, spilling out more juices onto his thighs.

His weak arms gave way and he fell beside me. I turned onto my side to face him and his arms which were around my waist pulled me closer, so the fronts of our bodies magically moulded together.

He gave me an adoring look and I snuggled up to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck. His lips lightly ran up and down my hairline, and he sniffed my hair before laying his head down on mine. His grip on me tightened and I felt safe, warm, like nothing could hurt me. Every little annoying worry in my head melted away and I heard and felt his steady, reassuring breaths. I felt like I hadn't felt in a long time.

Was I falling for him again?

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