Stepping out of the cluttered space, Gabriella let her heel click against the pavement of her driveway as she clutched on tightly to a bottle of rum. Troy followed behind in suit; his car parked in her driveway, and kept a good eye on Gabriella, seeing she was walking a bit unsteady. He could've sworn she had taken a bottle of rum stored in the limo's inventory, leaving a $50 bill in the back seat. Now, she held it in her hand, guarding it like it was her most prized possession.
During the carried, Gabriella and Troy shared a few drinks, well troy at least, while Gabriella probably drank her own bottle of wine. Troy just watched, trying to stop her when he could, but she would not let go of the bottle. It was frustrating fighting with her over a bottle of wine, knowing that the next morning she would be as drunk as he was the night before.
So, Troy studied her, watching her every move, making sure she wasn't going to do something stupid, or regrettable. Slamming the limo door shut, Troy walked up behind Gabriella, his body held tightly against hers, therefore if she were to fall, Troy would be right there to catch her.
"That… was an awesome party!" Gabriella exclaimed, laughing at the end of her sentence, as Troy led her up the stairs of her doorway.
"Yeah, okay, watch your step," Troy warned, completely ignoring what Gabriella was saying.
"S-s-seriously! We should do that more," Gabriella slurred, walking in a zigzag line up the stairs. Troy halted his walking and grabbed Gabriella by the arms to hold her steady.
"Gabriella, walk normally," Troy barked, not wanting himself to fall down the cold, stone stairs because of Gabriella's alcohol overdose.
"Ouch," Gabriella whimpered like a child, as she rubbed her arms where Troy had grabbed her.
They then made it to the front door, where Troy stood in front of it waiting for Gabriella to unlock it. Remembering she was too busy drinking her rum by the bottle, he tried to get her purse so that he could get her keys, but Gabriela yanked it back towards her body and pointed a shaky finger at him.
"W-whoa, there, mister! Don't t-try to rape mee," Gabriella scolded, as Troy rolled his eyes. Rape?
"Gabriella, give me your keys," Troy commanded as Gabriella shook her head dramatically side-to-side.
"Gabriella… Give me your keys, now," Troy stated, boldly, his eyes darkening with annoyance. It was worse enough having the real Gabriella, but now the drunk version?
"Not u-until I get-t my t-treat," Gabriella slurred, grabbing a hold of Troy's shoulder and looking him in the eye.
"What treat?" Troy asked, curiously.
"You, me kiss, now," Gabriella ordered, smirking up at him, as Troy smirked as well. So, that's how we're going to play it.
"Give me the keys, and then you can get your kiss," Troy offered, holding out his hand for the keys.
"Nooo, kiss then keys," Gabriella changed, grinning up at him. Troy rolled his eyes. That's where he draws the line. He just wanted to get Gabriella in there, safely, returning the favor of when she took him home that one night at the club when he was drunk. Kissing was not on the agenda.
"If that's what you want then, fine," Troy sighed, standing up straight, as Gabriella perked up.
Before she knew it, Troy leaned into her, his lips puckered, and his eyes were semi-closed. Gabriella smiled before puckering up her lips and closing her eyes tightly. She leaned up to him as well, craving his lips badly, and licked her lips to moisturize them. When Troy was about to reach Gabriella's lips, he noticed her bag was dangling off her shoulder, where the keys glistened at the top of the bag. Smiling deviously to himself, Troy quickly grabbed the keys from Gabriella's bag and pushed them into the lock in one swift movement.
"Sucker," Troy muttered, seeing Gabriella lean into the thin air where Troy was.
"Okay, here's some clothes, now get changed," Troy ordered, throwing some shorts and a tank top towards Gabriella. Gabriella swat the clothes away and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why are you yelling? God..," Gabriella complained, annoyed, as she bent down, slowly, and picked up the clothes.
"Looks like the alcohol is wearing off."
It took about 30 minutes for Troy just to get Gabriella upstairs to her room, partially because he didn't know where anything was and her house was pretty big. He led her to her bathroom where she threw up a bit, not as much as he expected, and put the bottle of rum in her kitchen. She was now standing before him in only a bra and some boy shorts, which Troy found completely sexy. Yes, he has seen her n fewer pieces of clothing since they modeled with one another, but just the fact that there was no camera around made it even more arousing to see. She had gotten out of her dress and into the shower, which took a good hour or so, and in the mean time, Troy looked through her array of clothes, trying to find something she could sleep in. She had five different closets for crying out loud! How many clothes did she need?
"Hand me some socks, will you?" Gabriella asked, her shorts and tank top now on her body. She was now sitting on her bed, the covers pulled back for her, as Troy grabbed her some socks.
"There, now if you need anything else, I'm sure you can manage," Troy teased, watching as Gabriella rolled her eyes and moaned, angrily.
"Troy… Seriously," Gabriella grunted, pulling the sheets over her petite body.
"If you need anything, just call me," Troy fixed, smiling as he began to turn around and walk away.
"Wait!" Gabriella yelled, before he could open the door to leave. Troy turned around quickly and looked at her confused.
"What?" Troy asked, worriedly, hoping she wasn't about to puke or something.
"I- it's just, um, well," Gabriella murmured, looking down embarrassed.
"Mmhm, I see," Troy teased, grinning, while walking over towards Gabriella's bed and sitting on it.
"Well, maybe, you, could, uh….Stay here a bit longer?" Gabriella asked, shakily, feeling like a total idiot for blurting that out there.
"Huh?" Troy questioned, confused. She wanted him to stay here longer? It was already one in the morning! He needed to get to sleep, too. Plus, didn't she hate him to his very inner core. It always worked as though she hated him, and he hated her, nothing more could happen in their relationship.
"Troy, don't make me feel stupider than I already am," Gabriella moaned, looking at him in the eye. Troy looked at her big, passionate brown eyes and sighed. Puppy dog eyes were a pain in the ass. It makes you feel guilty and you automatically go and try to please the person.
"Umm," Troy uttered, as Gabriella looked down, sadly. Every seemed to be kicked into high gear with Troy and Gabriella. I mean, one day they are cussing at each other to no end and the next day, they're acting like friends, talking and just having fun.
"Troy, it's stupid anyway, just… forget it," Gabriella quickly stated, putting her hands in front of Troy to stop him from talking.
"Gabriella…" Troy started, but Gabriella just pulled the covers over her body and turned away from him.
"Good night," Gabriella muttered, closing her eyes tightly, hoping Troy would just leave her and not talk about what had just happened.
"Make room."
That's all Gabriella heard before her body was pushed to the other side of her bed, leaving another firm body pressed against hers. She smiled, happily, to herself turning back around to face Troy. Then, those eyes hit her like a bat. His bright cerulean orbs shone into the skylight of the room. They deeply looked into her own pair of sepia colored eyes. She sat up from her position; a smile still spread across her face, and tilted her head a bit to the side.
"Thank you," Gabriella replied, her mouth closing into a small smile.
"Whatever Montez," Troy stated, his cockiness completely ruining a somewhat nice moment. Gabriella's eyes rolled in annoyance, something she's capable of doing without even thinking whenever she's around Troy. She slapped his arm, playfully and shook her head.
"You're such a cocky man bitch," Gabriella insulted as Troy raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"A cocky man bitch?" Troy questioned, a chuckle erupting from his throat. What kind of name was that?
"Hey, don't question the name," Gabriella scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, grinning towards Troy.
"Whatever."
For the next hour or so, Troy and Gabriella sat in Gabriella's bed deep in conversation with one another, the TV lightly playing in the background. It couldn't have been more comfortable, which was odd because they were almost assigned to hate each other. Troy, nor Gabriella, haven't noticed that they were now sitting close to each other, Troy's arm wrapped tightly around Gabriella's body, while Gabriella sat in his arms, completely enjoying her time with Troy. This was probably the longest Gabriella or Troy has ever spent in a bed, knowing that they both weren't going to get laid soon.
Gabriella yawned, glancing over Troy's shoulder at the digital alarm clock on her side table. 1:30am. Wow. It was getting pretty late. Gabriella felt bad for keeping Troy here all night. I mean, he had to go home soon. But oddly, Gabriella didn't want Troy to go. She wanted him to stay here, with here, for the rest of the night. So what if he was in his nice clothes from the premiere? There was always something in Gabriella's closet that could fit anyone.
Gabriella rubbed her eyes, and looked up at Troy, who was gently stroking Gabriella's arm, sending chills down her spine. She felt her eyes get dark, while her mood dropped a bit, knowing she had to tell Troy he could go home now.
"It's getting pretty late," Gabriella stated, watching as Troy turned his head to the clock and muttered "shit."
"Oh, yeah," Troy sighed, stopping his actions and removing his arm from behind Gabriella, "You feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks," Gabriella smiled, loving the sweet, caring Troy. She patted his shoulder, as her smiled dropped a bit.
"Well, thanks for staying here longer."
"Mmhm, no problem."
"Well, drive safely," Gabriella said, closing her eyes at how stupid she sounded. Drive Safely? Really? Can you be more stupid Gabriella?
"I will," Troy laughed getting up from his position, and standing by Gabriella's bed. Gabriella stood up as well, her body next to his'.
"So…?" Gabriella tailed off, feeing like an immature little teenager in front of her crush.
"I'll see you tomorrow Gabriella," Troy spoke up, cutting through the tension, easily. He then smiled down at her, before turning around to leave.
Gabriella's smile faded a bit, a small curve tugging at the ends of her lips. She followed behind him, as they walked to her front door together, silence in the atmosphere. Opening the front door, Troy stepped outside into the cool, crisp weather and made his way towards his car. Gabriella stood there, her body leaning against the door frame of the front entrance. Giving Gabriella one last wave, Troy started to back out of her driveway, his eyes now focusing on the road behind him. When Gabriella caught Troy's eye, she waved back at him, a small closed smile plastered on her face. She then went back into her house, where warmth was more abundant, and closed the door behind her, groaning in frustration. Why was her heartbeat slowing down, compared to the rhythm it picked up when he was here?
Sorry for the late update ): You guys know why. Sorry if the last sentence doesn't make sense btw. It sounds right to me, then again I'm completely exhausted from school. Next chapter will be out.. Not very soon, like the next day, but soon (: If you have any ideas please leave them in your review! I want to see what you guys think should happen next in the story, so that way I can please people other than myself (: And as in the words of one of my favorite authors on fanfiction, LassyLauren:
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