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Sorry this is a little late, I had more trouble writing it then I though, and re-wrote the beginning a million times before I could find the hook that made me want to keep writing. I hope you like, lord knows I probably won't.
Warning: M-rated scene in here, if you don't want to read it, skip it. I think it sucks, but you can be the judge of that.
There are a lot of couply/fluffy moments in here because I feel like Troyella deserves it, they've been through a lot. Just so you know.
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
-- Let It Be, by The Beatles
"What changed?" I asked instead of trying to convince him. I can try and do that as much as I want, and I will, but I want to know what changed first.
Drew uncrossed his arms. "I told you that Troy isn't good for you, or rather he isn't what is best for you right now," he started. "I thought he was irresponsible, and Johnny was right, he was just going to use you. When you left, and I had a hunch you were going to Troy's, a little after you were gone, the phone rang. It was Troy, he said you were there, and safe, and he talked you into coming home, but you were going to stay for a little while. He said he would get you home before curfew," he informed me. Troy did what? "It made me realize you're right, I don't know Troy, and I did say I would help you if you a wanted to be with a guy I approve of, so convince me why I should let you be with him," he finished.
I smiled. "What's going around at school about Troy, that he is this big player, isn't really true at all. He hasn't been with a girl, like all the way, since he moved here. He flirts a lot, yeah, but that's about it. He's a really good guy, Drew. He opens doors for me, and carries my books when I actually need books for class, he says God bless you when I sneeze. He knows I'm not ready for sex and is fine with it. When I told you earlier, I had to talk him into being with me is true. He was scared he would hurt me, and didn't want to be in a relationship me because of that. But we're together, and I'm happy, Drew. I mean, I've been happy since Mom and Dad died because you are awesome at taking care of us, and I have Sharpay and our brothers, but I've never been this happy. He's good to me, he holds my hand, and makes me laugh. He paid for my lunch the other day," I threw in, that counts for something right? "He has this whole bad ass thing going on, but that isn't all there is to him, that is just the side of him he shows people who he doesn't know. So, don't really listen to Johnny, because he has only really seen the bad ass side, I've seen more," I told him.
Drew nodded and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Do you know why he moved here?" he questioned.
I nodded. "Yeah, I won't tell you the details because it is Troy's past to tell, not mine, but his dad is gone, and his mom doesn't care. He moved in with his Uncle Jack because he would have a better life here, and Jack has been more of a father to him that his own dad," I answered.
"Last weekend when you ran out, was it because of him?" he asked. I knew that one was coming.
I nodded again. "Yeah, but it was a big misunderstanding. I thought something that wasn't true, and Troy felt really bad about it," I told him. "And no, I won't tell what what the misunderstanding is now, it doesn't really even matter now," I added.
"And last Sunday, you lied, you said you were at Sharpay's, and you were with Troy," he stated. It wasn't a question.
"It wasn't a total lie, I was with Sharpay, just not the whole time. I knew if I told you Troy asked me out, you would say I couldn't go, and I really wanted to go. I already knew he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend, and I really wanted that. So I arranged it to where he would pick me up at Shar's, and then on the date, you know after he asked me, I convinced him that we would keep our relationship a secret, at least for a little while," I explained. "Troy didn't want that though, and truthfully, neither did I. He gave me until tomorrow before the game to tell you all. He wants our relationship to be real with no lies or secrets. I was going to tell you guys about me and Troy when I got home, but Johnny ruined it," I added. "I really wanted to tell you but I was scared you would say I couldn't be with him, so I just kept putting it off. I don't like keeping things from you."
"I'm glad you don't like lying to me," he replied. Drew scratched his head. "I know.." he trailed off. "I know when Mom and Dad died, we became more protective of you, because we didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you. And, for most things, it has worked out for the best. I know it isn't fair I let Shane be in relationships, and not you, and I'm sorry about that. You and Shane are different, though, Gab. You're my little sister- our little sister. I never wanted you to get hurt, or heartbroken, so we started to overprotect you. But you're older now, and I can't protect you from everything no matter how much I want to. I don't want you going off to college and all of a sudden out of this sheltered existence, and end up a Lifetime movie," he told me, and I tried to hide my laugh. That is something I would say. He he. "You've- we've all been through so much, and if Troy is what makes you really happy, I'm not going to take that away," he finished.
I smiled widely and ran forward into his arms, hugging him. "You're serious, right?" I questioned, pulling away to look him in the eye.
"Yeah, but there are conditions," he answered. I nodded and stepped away so we could talk easier. "I want you here at curfew every night like usual, ten on weeknights, eleven on weekends. I still want you to do all of your homework and do good in school, don't let the fact that you have a boyfriend take over your whole life." Yeah, I know, I'm not thirteen. "I'll change the rule to extend to Troy when you go to parties, meaning he can take you there and bring you home. I don't want any sleepovers, and when you two are here, in your room, the door is open a crack," he told me, and I nodded every time. "Now, about his motorcycle, he does have his license, right?" he asked.
"Yes, Drew," I answered with a roll of my eyes.
"Has he ever been in an accident?" he asked, and I shook my head in 'no'. "Speeding ticket?" he questioned.
I thought about it for a second. "I don't think so," I said after a moment.
"Then, you can ride on it, but the minute he gets in an accident or a speeding ticket, the privilege is revoked," he told me. "And know that just because you have my blessing, you don't have our brothers. You are going to have to make them see Troy is a good guy for you, because no matter what I say, they'll stay stubborn," he informed me.
"I know," I agreed, and hugged him again. "Thank you Drew, and I'm sorry I was bitchy before," I told him.
He shrugged it off. "I was being an unreasonable dick," he replied, and I smiled. "Now, get in the shower and to bed, it's late," he ordered in a parental voice. I saluted and went upstairs, remembering to grab my purse on the way up.
I pulled my phone out as soon as I closed the door behind me. I dialed Troy's familiar number and waited eagerly for him to pick up. "So what's the verdict?" he asked, answering the phone. Hello to you too.
"We have Drew's blessing," I just about squealed into the phone. "You, Mr. Bad Ass, called my brother and told him I was at your house and when I got home he told me to convince him why we should be together, and I guess I did. We have conditions though," I explained.
"Yeah, I thought he deserved to know you were at my house," Troy told me. "It was the right thing to do."
I smiled. "Thanks for calling him," I responded.
"I know that if at least Drew is okay with us, it makes your life at home easier, and I'd do anything to make that easier for you," he told me. "And I'll have you know I am only a bad ass ninety five percent of the time, you just bring out that other five percent," he added, and I laughed. "Are there any conditions or whatever against me kissing you in school?" he asked.
"Nope," I told him. "Just that I have to be home for curfew, I can go to parties with you, when you are at my house my bedroom door is open a crack, things like that," I added."Johnny is going to be a dick to you tomorrow," I informed him.
"Don't worry about me, I can deal with Johnny. I've dealt with worse, actually," he replied.
"Okay. I should go though, I still have to take a shower," I said reluctantly.
I heard Troy sigh. "I know, text me tomorrow morning or something, I just want to hear from you," he told me.
"Okay, bye," I said and hung up the phone. I grabbed my towel off it's hook and took a quick shower. All my brothers were in their rooms. I wasn't sure if they knew that Drew said it was okay with me and Troy to be together yet, and I didn't want to be the one to tell them, at least not right now. I put on a pair of girl boxer shorts and an old t-shirt of one of my brothers to go to bed. But before I did, I stopped by Shane's room. I knocked before just walking in. He was laying in bed, awake, watching t.v. "Hey," I greeted softly, and went over to his bed.
He sat up and turned the t.v. down. "I heard yelling, a door slam, talking, and then everyone come up here. What happened?" he questioned.
"A lot of yelling, I ran off and went to Troy's. Troy told me to come back here, and I did. Me and Drew talked, he said he is okay with me and Troy together, and now here I am," I summed up. "Thanks for trying to stand up for me," I added.
He shrugged. "It's what twins are for, besides, Drew already came up a little before you got back and said sorry," he told me.
"It's getting late now though, we have to get to bed. I don't know about you, but for me, today was rough," I said standing up. I hugged Shane quickly and said goodnight before leaving.
Tomorrow is going to be pretty rough too. Crap.
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I got up on time the next day, partly excited to go to school and see Troy, partly scared to go downstairs. I dressed in a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white flowy shirt that dipped low, but not too low, and a pair of light brown boots that I stuffed the bottom of my jeans into, and a necklace that had a triangle hanging off it that fell right below my boobs. Like usual, I left my hair alone, and just brushed it.
I texted Troy like he asked me to, and told him I was awake and about to enter the war zone. He said good luck. I was about the enter the kitchen when Drew came out, stopping me. "I told them, and they aren't very happy, so I don't suggest talking that much," he warned before pulling me into the kitchen. I already had a plate of food ready for me, next to Shane at the counter, while the rest of our brothers ate in silence at the table. I called Sharpay earlier and told her what happened. After a slew of curse words directed towards my brothers, she said aw a hundred times.
I ate my sausage and eggs in silence like the rest of them and waited for Sharpay to get here. It was weird, eating in silence. Our family is usually very loud, and joking around. I didn't like that we were like this because of me, even though I was pissed at them. "Drew," I suddenly said, and he looked over at me, as did the rest of my brothers. "I'm still allowed to sleep over Sharpay's tonight, right?" I questioned.
"Yeah," he answered, and gave me a small smile. "Just be home tomorrow night before dinner," he added, and I nodded.
"You're letting her sleep over there?" Cole asked, disbelief in his voice. "Sharpay is hosting the party tonight, the party he will be at," he informed Drew. "And you are letting her sleep there."
Drew took in a deep breath. "Yes, Cole, I am. I trust Gabi, she can take care of herself," he responded.
Johnny opened his mouth to say something when I cut in. "Why shouldn't I be allowed to sleep over my best friend's house, Cole?" I asked, standing up and turning to him. This is my fight, not Drew's. It wouldn't do any good for them to hate him too.
"Because he will be there, and anything can happen," he answered easily.
I rolled my eyes. "He has a name, and it's Troy. Just because Troy will be there doesn't mean I am going to have sex, I told you that last night. I'm not ready for that, and no matter what you think, Troy is okay with it," I told him.
"I know guys like Troy, and I know he isn't okay with it," Cole replied, standing up.
"You don't know Troy at all!" I exclaimed. "All you do know about him is what Johnny has told you, which is mostly false," I explained.
Johnny stood too. "Key word there is mostly," he stated, and Cole nodded in agreement. "I'm not sure how you convinced Drew to be okay with this, but you can't do the same to me," he added.
"Or me," Cole agreed.
I shook my head at them and my cell phone vibrated, along with Shane's, meaning Sharpay and Ryan are here. "I probably won't because you're too hard headed to see that I am actually happy and Troy is a good guy," I told him, and looked over at Drew. "I'll be home after school to grab some clothes, then I am going over to Sharpay's," I informed Drew and walked out the kitchen door. I made my way out the front door, and down to Sharpay's car, getting in the front seat. Shane hopped over me into the back, it was easy because the top was down.
"Went that well, huh?" Sharpay asked, and was rewarded with a glare. "Alrightie, let's get you to school and maybe Troy can kiss that frown upside down," she commented, driving down the street.
"Yeah, and he can do it any time he wants now," Ryan supplied from the back seat.
I smiled faintly at him in the rear view mirror. "Yeah, I know, I just wish my brothers could see that I'm happy, that's all," I said in a whisper, leaning my head back against the head rest.
"They'll see it eventually, Gabs," Shane spoke up. "In a couple weeks they'll see that you and Troy are still together, not having sex, and that you two are serious," he explained.
I nodded knowing this is true. "Yeah, but I- I just don't get why it is so wrong I am with someone," I told them. "Is it that bad that I found someone that I like a lot, and that person likes me back? Is it that bad that I am happy? Why can't they just let it be? I have a boyfriend, so what, I can handle myself," I asked, looking over and Sharpay, then back to Shane and Ryan.
"They don't see that, G," Sharpay answered. "What they see is their little sister with Troy Bolton, a guy who was a bad reputation with girls. What they don't see is that that reputation is false, and is frighteningly gentle when it comes to you," she told me.
"Frighteningly gentle?" I questioned, and she nodded. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"What she means is that Troy Bolton is this guy who we all know isn't afraid to talk back to anyone, get into a fight, or be a dick to people because he doesn't care. He hardly cares about anything besides his small group of friends, his uncle, basketball, and you," Ryan explained.
Shane nodded, seeing where Ryan was going. "Yeah, and he won't hesitate to even be mean to some of his friends, and even his uncle, but he isn't that way with you. He has this atmosphere about him that makes people scared of him, and when he is with you he is this- I don't want to say different, but-" Sharpay cut him off.
"He isn't different, he's him, but like I said, he's gentle," she informed me. "He still has that atmosphere about him, but for some reason you never really felt the dangerousness about him, or maybe you do and that is sorta what draws you to him. I'm not sure, but when he is around you, he shows this side that no one ever really sees," she finished.
"Frighteningly gentle," I stated, thinking about it as we pulled into the school parking lot, and into her parking spot. I saw Troy's bike in the space next to us, but no Troy. I got out of the car in silence, pulling my bag strap onto my shoulder. I never really noticed the frighteningly gently part, I guess. The way he is with me, is just the way he is with me. It's normal. Maybe I didn't notice because when I'm not around him, well, I'm not around him.
Before I knew it we were walking into the school, and Shane and Ryan went their separate way, and Sharpay went with me. "Stop thinking about it, it's good he is the way he is with you, because if he wasn't, he would be a dick. And if he was a dick, I would kick his ass," she told me, stopping at my locker. I grabbed what I needed and slammed the locker door shut. "I need to talk to you after school," she informed me.
"Why can't you just talk to me now?" I asked, leaning against my locker.
"One, we're in school, two, your boy is heading this way with a determined look on his face that has people moving out of his way," she answered, staring behind me.
Oh. I turned around just as Troy made it to me. "Hi," he greeted, before slipping his arm around my waist and slamming me to his chest, connecting our lips. I let my bag fall off my shoulder and onto the ground before looping my arms around his neck. My body heated up, and tingles burst in my stomach, and my skin sizzled from the electricity I always felt. At that moment I didn't care if Johnny was around to get more pissed, or a teacher was near to scold us. I fell into him like I usually did, forgetting everything. His free hand came up behind my neck, and his thumb ran across my cheek.
It felt like every cell in my body was on fire, and I was melting. Troy pulled his lips away from mine a little later and I was gasping for breath. "Uh, hi," I muttered, leaning my forehead against his.
He pushed a curl of my hair behind my ear. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you at this exact spot," he confessed, a small smile on his face.
"Geez," Chad said, breaking me and Troy out of our little stupor. "I think that kiss got the whole hall horny," he mentioned, earning a smack from Sharpay. "What? It's true!" he told her, rubbing his head.
"You just ruined their moment," she hissed, smacking him again. "Just because you're easily turned on doesn't mean the whole freaking school is," she told him.
Troy just smirked and looked back at me. "How was breakfast with the brothers?" he questioned, resting his forehead against mine again.
I shrugged. "I handled it," I responded, and he gave me a pointed look. "Troy, I can handle my brothers. The only thing you have to worry about is Johnny being a dick to you today," I told him.
"I told you last night not to worry about it, babe, so don't," he replied, and kissed me gently as the bell rang. He unwrapped his arm from around my waist, and bent down slightly to grab my bag and hand it to me. I swung it around my shoulder and he laced his hand with mine and tugged. "I wonder how many times we can get a speech for no PDA's in school today," he commented, grinning as we made our way to homeroom. PDA meaning public display of affection. "Maybe we can go for the record."
This could be fun.
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After school found me at Troy's in his bed, laying down with him. His music was playing in the background, and I was cuddled into his side. We went to my house after school and I grabbed some clothes for tomorrow while he waited out front for me. I was supposed to go to Sharpay's, but I decided to come over to Troy's and hang out for a little first. Sharpay would be busy ordering around house staff because of the party tonight. She had to get the kegs into her house, other drinks, snack foods, and she needed to block off the areas of her house she wanted no one to go to. We agreed that Troy would drop me off on his way to school for the game, and me and her would talk about whatever she needs to talk about.
"Do you get nervous before the games?" I questioned, pressing one of my hands into his, comparing them.
Troy shrugged, pressing his own hand into mine. "I wouldn't call it nervous, I get anxious. Basketball is natural for me, but when I think about it too much I don't play as well," he answered. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, referring to our hands.
I smiled and shifted my head to look up at his from his shoulder. "You're so much bigger than me," I told him, and laced our hands together, letting them fall down to his chest.
"I know, it probably hurts you when I am laying on top of you," he said, kissing my nose.
I shook my head. "No, it doesn't," I assured him. "I like it, feeling your body weight on top of mine, and you're covering my whole body. I feel safe and like nothing can hurt me," I explained. "But then again, I always feel safe with you," I added.
"You just fit perfectly against me," he stated, and I moved so I was laying on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "See," he stated, a small smile on his face.
I nodded and split my legs so I was straddling him, and lifted my torso up so I was towering over him. "So do you do this before every game? Just lay here and do nothing," I asked, setting my hands on his abs, feeling them. They're rock hard.
"Yep," he answered, amplifying his p. "I relax and sometimes take a nap," he explained, and his hands came up to caress my thighs. "But I find this much more enjoyable," he said, smiling at me.
I rolled my lips to hide my smile and went to lean down and kiss him when I saw his eyes weren't on mine. They were on my chest that he could see well because I was bending over making him have a clear view inside my shirt. "Hey, Bolton," I said to get his attention. "My eyes are up here," I informed him, and he grinned.
"I know, babe," he responded, and his eyes flicked from my chest to my face. "You know I like you for more than your body, but it doesn't mean I don't notice that you are incredibly sexy," he told me, making me blush, and him chuckle at my blush. "I love the fact that you still blush, and I've seen you naked," he commented, and I was sure my cheeks would catch on fire anytime soon.
He has though, last Tuesday, we were making out and got a little carried away. Maybe more than a little, I ended up completely naked while he only had his boxers on. "I was thinking about that earlier, actually," I told him after I was able to actually talk.
"Really?" he questioned, a smirk on his face, and I nodded. "Which part? When I fing-" he started but I cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth.
"Stop talking," I ordered, my cheeks flaming again. I really need to learn to control this blush thing, but I don't think it is possible, so that sucks. "I was thinking about how you gave me that certain feeling, if you know what I mean, twice now, and I haven't done anything for you," I told him.
He got up on his elbows and I removed my hand from his mouth. "Are you talking about what I think you are talking about?" he asked, cocking his head to the side so his fringe wasn't in his eyes and he could see me clearly.
I responded by tugging his shirt off and grinding my butt down into his groin. "I want to do it for you," I replied vocally.
"You don't have to, though," he told me. "Don't get me wrong, I want it, I just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything because I've done it to you," he explained. "I don't want to pressure you," he summed up.
I smiled and kissed him gently. "I want to do it," I repeated. "The only problem is I'm not sure if I'll be good at it," I confessed, whispering.
He cupped my cheek and leaned his forehead against mine. "Don't even worry about that, baby," he told me. "You think you are less than what you are. Babe, you get me going when we are just kissing," he said, and smiled at me.
I kissed him quickly before putting my hands on his chest and pushing so he was laying flat. I lifted my butt up so I was on my knees and unbuttoned his pants to pull them down and drop them on the floor behind us. I then scooted back some more and pulled his boxers down so they were at his knees. It was only then that I looked at what I uncovered. I'd never really seen one before. Well, there are movies with R-rated scenes in them, but I've never really like honed in on it. And there is health class, but they don't exactly have pictures like this in the text book.
Curiosity got the better of me and I reached out to touch it. I ran my fingertips up it, barely touching, but I heard Troy bite back a soft moan anyways. That gave me encouragement and I wrapped my hand around him. It was unbelievably hard and erect. It's true that I had never seen one, but part of me just knew that every guy in the world couldn't be this big, if you know what I mean. Then they all wouldn't make those weird jokes about the other guy being small.
I added the slightest bit of pressure, and was rewarded with a gasp escaping from Troy's mouth. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were on me, but they were only open a crack, they were close to closing. I took that as a good sign, and squeezed a little tighter, and his hips bucked slightly into my hand. The nerves I felt before were slowly fading because of the way Troy was reacting. I kept the pressure I had on him, but slowly began moving my hand up and down. Troy sucked air into his lungs and I looked back up at him as I continued to stroke him firmly. I found that his eyes were now completely closed and there was a small smile on his face.
I smiled myself and found myself wanting to do more. I scooted down his legs a little bit more and my hand moved down to the base of him and I bent down so my mouth was at the tip of him. Maybe it was just instinct, because without thinking about it my mouth and swirled around his tip, causing his hips to buck again. I saw that his hands were on the sheets next to him, gripping on to them. I ran my tongue down him and a moan came from Troy's throat. I layed my tongue flat as I brought it back up and Troy gripped this sheets even tighter.
I kissed his tip and closed my own eyes at the feeling it gave me. It was a long, light kiss, and I pulled away a couple moments later. With one last final deep breath, I opened my mouth and closed it around his member. He jerked into me, and my hands moved to his hips to steady him.
"Brie," he moaned, and I closed my lips a little tighter. I was frozen for a second until I felt his hands thread into my hair to keep me where I was. The simple movement some how gave me the nerve to roll my tongue at the bottom of him and start to slowly suck.
Every girl thinks about it I guess, doing this. It's most likely a passing thought when you wonder what it will be like, especially when you have never done it before. I didn't expect to like doing it. To like making my boyfriend feel this way. To like him tighten his hold in my hair. To like him moan my name, or have a sting of curse words leave his mouth because of the feelings I was invoking in him.
I rolled my tongue again from the base of him to the tip of him, and nipped at it. One of my hands moved back to the base of him and held him firmly, and began to stroke up and down again, moving in sync with my tongue as I continued to suck. It was when I let my teeth graze him gently that his hips jerked like they had so many times, but he emptied himself into my mouth, and I swallowed unconsciously.
I pulled his boxers back up so they were in place and then fell down next to Troy on my side. My hand reached out to his chest and lightly began making doodles until he cracked his eyes open. He looked down at me with such an intense stare that pink flooded onto my cheeks. "What?" I questioned, a smile on my face.
He smiled too and pulled me so I was on top of him. "And you thought you wouldn't be good at it," he commented, making my bite my lip to hide my smile. He ran his fingers down my cheek, and I looked into his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered before pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
I leaned my forehead against his and ran a hand through his hair. "Anytime," I replied. Really, anytime.
I walked into Sharpay's house after watching Troy drive down the street and waited until he was turning the corner to actually walk in. I was greeted by Gerald, her butler, who she and Ryan call Gerry, and he told me that Sharpay was in her room. I nodded a thanks and made my way up to steps.
I walked into her room only to have a bathing suit top come flying in my direction. I dodged it easily and threw my bag of clothes onto her pink couch before going towards one of her walk in closets that the clothing was flying from. "Shar?" I asked, catching a white bathing suit that came sailing through the air. "S, what's going on?" I questioned, leaning against one of her shelves of shoes.
"I have nothing to wear to my own party tonight!" she exclaimed, and sifted through her rack of bathing suits.
I grabbed her hands to still her. "Shar, you already have a new bathing suit that was so cute it made you want to plan this party so you could wear it," I reminded her. She is the only person who would get a new bathing suit at the end of November, but in her defense, it was really her mother. Her mom and dad are some where tropical, and Aunt Daphne found something pink and beyond cute so she sent it to Sharpay. Sharpay didn't want to wait until summer to wear it, so she planned the party. She could probably wear it by just going swimming as soon as she got it, but she decided to plan a party too. "This isn't about having nothing to wear is it?" I questioned, letting her hands go. "It has to do with what you need to talk to me about, so why don't you just start in on that?" I suggested.
She walked over to the white recliner that is in the closet and collapsed into it. No, really, she does have a chair in her closet. "I'm having sex with Chad tonight," she said in a low voice.
"Yeah, I know," I informed her, causing her to look at me with shock in her eyes. "S, you told me you wanted to do that at the party last Friday because you realized you are in love with him, now that you know he loves you too I figured it would happen tonight," I explained. "I'm just glad your dad sound proofed your room when we were eight, so I don't hear anything next door," I added. Since she will be occupied all night, I will be sleeping in the adjoining bedroom next door to hers. Aunt Daphne decorated it for me when I was thirteen, but I never really used it. I only did when me and Shar got into a fight when I was over her house. And I guess I will tonight. "What are you so freaked out about?" I asked.
"Gabs, it's going to be my first time! Our first time!" she exclaimed. "What do I have not to freaked out about?" she asked in return.
"It's going to be fine," I assured her, walking over to the ottoman and sitting down in front of her. "Look, no matter what you do, it's going to be awkward," I told her.
"That isn't exactly what I am worried about," she confessed looking down at her shoes. I waited for what she really was worried about. "What if- what if I'm not good.. enough?" she asked. "What if doing this will drive me and Chad apart?" she asked.
I smiled slightly at her. "First of all, I'm sure you'll be great. Sharpay Evans doesn't fail at anything she cares about," I replied, and she let out a half laugh. "Second of all, it won't drive you two apart. It will bring you guys closer together. It will bring you guys to a new level," I told her. "Does Chad know that tonight is the night?" I asked.
She pushed hair behind her ear. "I haven't exactly told him straight out, but I told him to tell his mom he is sleeping over Troy's and he actually won't be," she answered.
"Then he is probably worried about the same things right now," I told her. "Like I told you, the first time will be awkward, but as you guys keep going, it will get better, and then it will just be natural with you guys. Well, eventually. You and Chad love each other, you'll be fine," I assured her.
She smiled at me. "You're really good at advice with this stuff seeing as you are still a virgin, too," she commented.
"Yeah, well, I've read enough books, and seen enough movies and t.v. shows," I replied. My face turned pink as I thought about what I did before I came here. "Plus, I might not be as innocent as I was a couple hours ago," I mentioned, and she kinked an eyebrow. "I'll tell you about it as you show me our bathing suits for tonight," I told her, standing up.
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"I still think it is weird," Sharpay repeated as we stepped down off the curb after the basketball game. I leaned against her pink and white convertible and crossed my arms. If she says that sentence one more time I am going to pull a girly girl move and rip her hair out. The student body is running past us with huge smiles on their face because the Wildcats won again. Yep, seventy two to fifty four. Troy was on fire tonight and the only ones who knew why were me, him, Sharpay, and possibly Chad.
That certain reason was why Sharpay kept saying 'I think it is weird'. "I really wish you would drop it, especially with my brothers around," I told her, looking down at my shoes. Drew and Noel came to the game, along with Lacy. Cole said he had a paper to work on and stayed home and invited a couple friends over. I knew it was really because he didn't want to be in the same place with Troy. Just like Johnny, but Johnny had to come, and when he absolutely had to, he passed to Troy. But that was only when he had no other choice. Johnny wouldn't let his anger for Troy ruin their undefeated season, he couldn't do that to the team or the school.
I knew eventually Johnny and Cole, along with Noel would see that Troy is different around me. He shows a side of himself when he is with me that no one else sees, well they see it if they see us together I guess. He isn't the same with me as he is with other people he doesn't care about. He isn't as harsh, as demanding, as mean, if he is at all. He's never been mean to me, or harsh, maybe slightly demanding but not really in a way that I mind, if you know what I mean. I just wish they would see that now, and not later, it would make things a lot easier for me at home, and for Troy during practice and the games.
"Oh, no one is listening to me, they're all so elated that your boyfriend made basket after basket tonight, even with some seniors who wouldn't pass to him because of Johnny," she replied. Yeah, Johnny did make some of his senior friends not like Troy much anymore. "If they knew the reason why.." she trailed off, a grin on her face.
I shook my head at her. "Shar, seriously, it's done, over with, and the only one still dwelling on it is you," I informed her.
"I'm pretty sure Troy is still thinking about it, actually," she told me, the grin still permanently etched into her face. "I mean, he was looking at your for a lot of the game, with that have smile half smirk," she explained.
Yeah, I know, I was watching him. "Shar, I swear if you don't stop talking about it, I am going to scream what you are doing tonight with Chad," I responded. Her grin faded and a pout formed. "And I think it is a little weird you are sooo interested in it. I mean, I didn't talk about it for two hours after you told me you did that to Chad. I just kind of blushed and looked away," I added.
"Yeah, well, that is because I am the more daring one out of the two of us. I do stuff like that, and tell you about it, making you blush. Now that you are doing daring things too now, you know things like me, I just think it is weird, but I love the weirdness," she told me, a small smile playing at her lips. "You're turning to the dark side, welcome," she said.
I laughed slightly at her and heard a shout come from the front of the school. The team was starting to file out now that they had taken their quick showers and had their good game speech from the coach. Troy and Chad had identical grins as they made their way towards us. Troy was still wearing his gray t-shirt that hugged his muscles, and light blue faded jeans, only now he had a black jacket on too, and his hair was slightly damp and was swished to the side.
Troy passed Sharpay, only giving her a nod before turning all of his attention to me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. "Hey," he greeted, tossing his head to the side because his hair fell down into his eyes.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and my hands played with the wet hair at the base of his neck. "Hi," I replied, smiling at the twinkle in his blue eyes. He's happy.
"I was thinking about you during the whole game," he confessed in a low voice that only I could hear. A faint pink flooded my cheeks and I bit my lip, making his grin wider. "Could you tell?" he questioned in the same low voice.
I nodded. "Yep," I answered, looping my arms around his neck so my upper body was closer to his. "I think most of the student body knew too," I told him, and he smiled. Every girl in East High officially hates me, but they haven't really said it vocally. I think they are still in shock that Troy Bolton has a girlfriend, and that girl is me. No one suspected it.
"Good," he murmured, and closed the gap between our lips. My eyes fluttered closed, and felt the usual warmth, electricity, and tingles. It was a slow sensual kiss that made me weak in the knees and like usual, forget everything besides him. He nipped at my lips with his when we heard Sharpay coughing unusually loud.
"Sorry, but we have to get going, Shane and Ryan are in the backseat, and the parking lot is clearing out. That means people are heading to my house, and me and Ryan aren't there," she told us. "You guys can stay and canoodle, but we will be leaving. Toodles," she said, and got into the passenger side of her car, Chad was in the front seat, and they pulled out.
Troy just turned back to me and made a move to kiss me again, but I pulled out before he even could. "Babe, she said we can stay," he reminded me.
I laughed at his whine. "Yeah, but Sharpay has my bathing suit on lock down, and she is the only one who knows where it is. She hasn't even showed it to me because she says I'll complain," I told him.
"What kind of bathing suit is it?" he questioned, unwrapping his arms from around my waist and reached for my helmet.
I shrugged. "Probably something I won't want to wear," I answered, clipping his bag into the metal basket, and got onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his middle. My bag is already at Sharpay's, I didn't feel the need to bring it to the game.
"Then it's probably something I'll like," he commented before starting the motorcycle and pulling out of the parking space, and down the parking lot.
When we got to Sharpay's, many cars were already surrounding it. Troy held my hand tightly so I wouldn't lose him on the way to the stairs. "I'll meet you down at the pool, okay?" he told me, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "I'll be with Chad most likely, so just find his Afro in the crowd," he said, and kissed me quickly before sending me up the steps.
I went straight to Sharpay's room and found her in front of one of her mirrors, looking at herself. "Well, you sure changed quick," I mentioned, looking down at her pink sparkly bikini bathing suit. The whole thing was sparkly, and if you looked at her in the light her boobs looked like a rainbow. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, she was in waterproof make up, and she was oddly wearing no jewelery. She was also wearing a white miniskirt that had pink stitching.
"Yeah, well, I was excited," she replied.
I saw a red bikini with white splotches on it, and a dark jean miniskirt with red stitching. "No," I stated, crossing my arms.
"Gab," she said. "You have a rockin' body, I don't see why you don't show it off, I would," she told me. "I am making you at least try it on and show me what you look like in it," she added. "You know I won't let you leave this room until you do, so get in the bathroom and put it on now," she ordered, handing the hanger to me that contained the bathing suit and miniskirt.
I pouted and grabbed the hanger before stomping off to her private bathroom. It was easy to put on seeing as there wasn't much to put on. I some how tied it behind my back so it was actually tight enough, and slipped on the miniskirt on over the bikini bottoms. I just looked at myself for a moment before walking out of the bathroom.
Sharpay was texting on her phone and looked up at me. "Damn," she commented. "The red flip flops are over there," she told me, motioning to the front of the mirror. I sighed and put them on. "You really should wear a bikini to school," she added, joking.
"Uh, no," I responded. "Shar, I put it on, can I take it off now?" I asked, and her cell vibrated, making her open it and grin. "I know you have a bathing suit in there I can wear that will cover way more than this," I told her.
"Nope," she answered. "You are wearing that to this party," she informed me, and walked to her bedroom door. "I have the perfect persuading tool," she told me, and opened the door that revealed Troy in plain black trunks. "Don't do anything naughty in my bed, I will be doing that later tonight myself," she told us and walked out, closing the door behind her.
I crossed my arms to cover up some of my exposed body, which only made Troy smirk and walk over to me. "I don't care what you say Troy, I am at least putting a shirt on over this," I said as he reached me.
He grabbed my hands and tugged so they weren't covering my body. "No, you're not," he corrected and set his hands at my waist. "Do you want to know why?" he questioned, and pulled me in front of him so I was facing the mirror and he was behind me.
"Sure," I croaked, looking at him in the mirror.
"Because," he started and pushed my hair off my shoulder so his face was fully visible. "You're beautiful," he stated.
My face turned slightly pink. I'm getting annoyed with blushing today. "Troy, I- I really want to wear a shirt," I whispered, looking him straight in the eyes through the mirror.
"No, Brie, you're not," he told me, gripping my hips. I opened my mouth to tell him he can't tell me what to do when I felt him start to suck on my neck. Yeah, that's a good way for me to lose my train of thought and shut up. His teeth grazed my neck and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his shoulder but as I did, he stopped.
A small pout formed on my lips and a faint whine left my lips. "What?" I questioned, opening my eyes to look at him.
He was grinning at me, and turned me around so I was facing him. "Why don't you want to do down there dressed like this?" he asked, slipping his arms around my waist. "Because I gotta tell ya, babe, a lot of girls are wearing way less than this," he told me. "Of course you look way hotter than them," he added.
"It's just- I feel.. uncomfortable," I stuttered out. "I usually don't care what other people think about me, you know that, but for some reason, this is different," I tried to explain. "I can wear clothes and not care, because I really don't care if other girls think what I wear is last season, or weird. I wear what I think is cute and fashionable and not totally slutty. But this is- this is my body, and I've never really shown it around like this before. During summer I am a lifeguard, but I wear a one piece," I told him. "God, I hate feeling insecure like this, especially around you," I said under my breath, but of course he heard.
"What do you mean especially around me?" he questioned, bringing a hand up to clear my face of hair that dropped down to it.
I shrugged slightly. "I just want you to think I'm confident about myself. I usually am, but- I don't know," I confessed. "I'm not one of those needy girls, and I don't want you to think that I am," I whispered.
"I want you to know that you can tell me anything," he told me right off the bat. "And I know you aren't one of those needy girls like Heidi and most of the cheerleading squad, you don't need me around you twenty four seven. To tell you the truth though, if this makes sense, down the road after we have been together for a while, part of me wants you to need me," he tried to explain. I did get it. He wants me to need to be with him, but not be needy as in 'pay attention to me or I will die' needy. "Nobody is totally confident all the time, Brie," he added.
I set my hands on his shoulders. "I've never seen you not confident, Troy," I replied.
He smiled slightly. "Even me, Brie. I'm not confident all the time, either. I'm not going to lie, though, a lot of the time I am," he told me. "But that is only because people always tell me how good looking I am, and how good at basketball I am, but I still am not confident all the time, like when it comes to you," he said.
"What do you mean when it comes to me?" I asked, looping my arms around his neck.
"Being with you is very new to me. I've never been in a relationship, and I don't want to mess this up," he answered. "And I'm scared that I will, but I am trying so hard not to. We've only been going out a week, and I'm already attached to you. That's never happened to me before. I've never been attached to someone before my Uncle Jack, and now there is you, and I don't want to lose you," he told me.
I ran my hand through his hair. "You're not going to lose me," I assured him. "I'm attached to you too. I know you care about me a lot, Troy, just like I care about you. Even if you did something that is totally guy and idiotic, I wouldn't abandon you like that. I know it is hard for you to let people in, and the fact that you let me in right away means a lot to me. I wouldn't just completely leave you because I know that," I told him.
He nodded his head. "I'm glad," he responded. "I get that you are insecure about your body, even though I don't get why, but I want you to know that you are beautiful," he told me. "You are so beautiful that it takes me breath away, and you need to know that. Those girls down there are fake, and slutty, and wear so much make up then when they jump in the pool they look like clowns because it is all leaking off," he said, making me laugh. "If you want to put a shirt on, I won't stop you, but I don't think you should because you're beautiful. You shouldn't be afraid to show it," he finished.
I unlooped my arms from around his neck and one of my hands slid down into one of his and laced them together. "So, let's go," I suggested, tugging on his hand. He smiled and squeezed my fingers as he followed me out of Sharpay's room and closed the door behind him.
The steps weren't really crowded at all, and I easily led him to the pool area. Once we made it I found that the party was in full swing. There were kids dancing all around the pool, kids making out in the pool, and people were just hanging out and eating food. Sharpay, I'm sure, is happy that her party is a success.
I had stopped once we made it to the pool, but Troy just pulled me further into the party. He pulled me to one of those chairs that you lay down on and get a tan in, one next to Sharpay and Chad, who were sharing a chair. She was sitting in between his legs, laughing about something. "Gabriella!" she squealed as soon as she saw me and jumped up. "You did it!" she exclaimed, turning to Troy before turning back to me. "I'm so glad you actually came down. It's about damn time that you come out of your bathing suit shell and show the world how hott you are," she told me.
Troy walked over to his chair and sat down on it before saying something to Chad. "Bringing Troy up to convince me, a pretty nice move there, S," I mentioned, and flipped my hair over my shoulder.
"Yeah, well, I knew if anyone could make you come down here, he could," she replied. "He's good for you. Just like you bring out a side of him no one sees, he brings out a side of you the you only normally show me," she told me.
I smiled and nodded in agreement. "I know. Do you know where Johnny is?" I questioned, looking around for him.
"Yeah, Chad said he was permanently attached to a bar stool downing shots," she answered, and I looked worriedly at her. "Jason is driving him home tonight, and Jason is completely sober. He'll be fine," she assured me.
I was about to respond when arms wrapped around my waist and tugged, and I was sitting on the chair between Troy's legs. I stretched my legs out onto it and looked behind me. "You beckoned?" I asked, a small smile on my lips. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sharpay went back to her lawn chair, inside chair, whatever, with Chad.
"You can continue talking, I just wanted you to do it from here," he informed me, locking his arms around me from behind.
I leaned back against him and looked around the party for Shane and Ryan. "I'm going to go talk to Shane for a minute," I told him, and made a move to get up, but his arms didn't budge. "I'll be back in a minute babe, and I'll get right back in this position," I said, and sat up to get out of his arms. I leaned down and kissed him lightly before walking away.
Shane and Ryan were wet, and laying down in their own chairs Kelsi and another girl, Danielle, sitting at the bottom of them. "Hey," Shane greeted, seeing me walk over and scooted to the side so I had room to sit down. "You look, ah, nice," he muttered.
I looked down at my bikini and miniskirt. "Yeah, Sharpay made me, and then I didn't want to leave the room, making Troy have to come up and convince me. And here I am," I replied.
"You look good, though," Ryan told me, and I smiled at him. "If you're wondering Johnny is at the bar," he added.
I nodded. "Yeah, I know, Shar told me. Hey, Kels, Dani," I greeted, looking over at the two girls.
"Dani is in the Winter Musical this year," Shane supplied, and I saw the small smile on his face. Oooh, is he finally leaving the Kelsi station and rolling towards Dani? Maybe.
I nodded again. "Yeah, you're in my math class, right?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Yeah," she responded, smiling. "Seventh period."
I looked back to Shane and raised my eyebrows. "We'll talk later," he said. "We're ganna be going back into the pool soon, so jump in when we do?" he suggested in a twin sign I knew to be get the hell out of here. You know, only in a nicer way.
I got the sign and nodded. "'Kay," I agreed and got up. "Behave boys," I said, backing up. Shane shook his head and looked down towards Dani and laughed at something. When I got back to my chair where Troy should have been all I found was an empty chair and Sharpay who was taking off her skirt. "What's going on?" I questioned.
"We're going in the pool. And yes, we meaning me and you and our boyfriends. So take the skirt off," she answered. Just order me around why don't ya? I shook my head and slid my skirt down my legs and kicked it onto me and Troy's chair.
Before I could comprehend it arms wrapped around me and I was thrown into the pool, along with said thrower. I came up sputtering and found Troy chuckling in front of me. "Troy Bolton you are so dead," I informed him, coughing slightly. There was a splash next to us and Sharpay and Chad bobbed up and down, they were laughing. I shook my head at Troy and put my hands on his shoulders to dunk him.
He went under easily and I felt him wrap his arms around my legs as he was under water then proceeded to left me up and throw me. I squealed in the air and started to swim away. He grinned and followed. He finally caught me in the shallow end. Well, near the shallow end. He could stand, and I could touch with my tippy toes. "I caught you," he said as he reached me.
I smiled and nodded. "I let you catch me," I replied, wringing my hair out and looked down the pool for Sharpay and Chad. They weren't in the pool at all, but grabbing their clothes with smiles on their faces and on their way upstairs.
"Finally, now Chad will stop whining about tonight," Troy said turning back to me. "He told his mom he was sleeping at my house, and I told my uncle I was sleeping at his house," he told me.
I kinked an eyebrow and felt him begin to walk me to the pool wall. "Is that your very clever and subtle way of getting me to ask you where you are sleeping tonight, then you'll say 'you tell me'?" I asked, hitting the wall.
"Well, are you going to tell me where I am sleeping or not?" he questioned, slipping his arms around my waist.
I pretended to think about it for a second. "I do have my own room here, upstairs," I told him. "I'd love it if you stayed with me tonight," I answered, a smile on my face.
He smiled back at me and pressed his lips against mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while looping my arms around his neck. The kiss was far too short for my liking, and he pulled away almost instantly. "We should go up to that big empty room upstairs," he suggested.
"You had to convince me to come down here, and when I do, you want me to go back upstairs?" I asked, a laugh in my voice.
He gave me an exaggerated nod. "Uh huh," he said vocally.
He didn't need to ask me again, I was all for being alone with him, and getting out of this bathing suit and into actual clothes. "Okay," I agreed and we made our way to the stairs. There was a table of folded towels, and I grabbed one to swing around my shoulders.
Troy did the same and ran his hands up and down my arms to help warm me up. "I'll get our clothes and get upstairs, you find Ryan and Shane and tell them that they have to shut this thing down, okay?" he proposed. I nodded and kissed him quickly before going to find Shane and Ryan.
They were still laying in their chairs, Kelsi and Dani were gone though. "Hey," I greeted quickly. "Me and Troy are going upstairs, don't worry we're just hanging out, and I was wondering if you would mind making sure everyone is out of the house?" I asked.
"I figured it would be up to us when we saw Sharpay and Chad go upstairs," Ryan answered. "I'm cool with it, we'll make sure everyone leaves when we're ready to end the party," he added.
I looked over at Shane. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm sleeping over, too," he told me. "Besides, I'm having fun," he said, and I saw Dani and Kelsi walking back over.
"We are so talking later," I informed him, wagging my eyebrows, and he shook his head at me. He looked behind me then sat up a little. I turned around just in time to have Johnny knock into me. He was wobbling, and his eyes looked glassy. He's drunk. Jason was behind him, and was trying to pull on his elbow.
"John, come on, I'm taking you home," he told him, trying to tug him away from me.
Johnny shook his head and retched his arm away from Jason. "No," Johnny said, hiccuping slightly. "I n-need to talk to me sis-sister," he stuttered out. "H-he's not good for you, Gab-Gabriella," he told me, swaying on his feet.
"Johnny, go home," I replied, shrugged his hands off my shoulders and went to walk by him.
Johnny grabbed my arm and kept me in front of him. "No, listen-n to m-me," he ordered, and Jason kept him up from behind. "He's n-not good enough fo-for you, Gab," he stated. "How did you even become one of his g-girls?" he asked.
"That's it," Jason said from behind him, and tried to pick him up.
Johnny refused. "He's a b-bad person, Jase," he told Jason, and Shane stood up next to me.
"Johnny, let Jason take you home," Shane tried to help me.
"Sh-Shane, tell her. T-tell her Troy doesn't d-deserve her," Johnny said, smacking Shane on the shoulder, and almost fell over.
It wouldn't do any well to yell at him right now. He's drunk, and probably wouldn't remember most of this tomorrow. I just pulled my towel tighter and looked down. Jason grabbed Johnny and threw him over his shoulder agaisnt Johnny's objections. Jason is stronger than he looks. "I'm sorry, Gab, really," he apologized and walked away with Johnny whining on his shoulder.
I looked over at Shane. "Jason isn't the one who should apologize, Johnny is," I mumbled to him and after I knew Johnny was gone I went upstairs to meet Troy. I didn't tell him what Johnny said.
I like most of this chapter. I hate the end. I didn't write it well, and truthfully I have deleted and rewritten so much of this chapter I don't feel like it anymore.
I didn't double check for mistakes like I usually do. Sorry for the mistakes.
I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. I am having the urge to write Meant To Live, finally, and I want to finish that. Even he sequal to that is getting stuck in my head. But knowing me a couple chapters of this could get put in here before I start finishing that up. Finals/midterms have been postponed until next week due to a student dying at my school in a car crash.
Hopefully I will update soon.
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