The Silent Girl

Troy's Pov:

Leaning my head against the cool wooden door, I couldn't help but strain to hear what was going on in there. Everything was silent, almost as if she weren't in there at all. That thought worried me even more. My friends, still in the living room, were silent. Gabriella was silent.

I tried the door one more time. Maybe just maybe she unlocked it. My hand grasped the cold metal and jiggled it. I sighed as I pulled my hand away from the knob. My fists pounded against the door in my own frustration. This certainly wasn't turning out like the perfect sleepover I wanted for Gabriella.

"Gabriella please open up." I whispered to myself. She would be clueless as to if I was even talking. She probably thinks no one cares about her. No one came after her. Everyone is probably having fun without her there.

With all the shakiness in my hand, I pulled out my cell phone, silently praying that she had hers. It was my only other option, well that and breaking down the door which I was seriously debating on doing. My fingers grazed the little buttons as I texted her.

To Gabriella:

I'm so sorry Brie. Chad had no right to say that. Please let me in or tell me what you're thinking. It's just me out here.

From Troy.

I waited anxiously for my phone to light up and beep, but it didn't come. I was so worried about her. My body slid down the door. My head fell into my hands as I tried my best not to rip Chad's hair out then and there. Deep down he's a good guy; he just gets his not so bright moments.

I stayed in that position for well over an hour. My friends offered to sit with me, but I declined. If Gabi ever did decided to unlock the door I didn't want her to shut it again from seeing all of them. I wasn't going to even walk away from the door until I saw her face, know she was feeling, and tried to solve it. I wasn't going to walk away when she needed me the most, whether she admitted or not.

That's when I head that faint infamous click. She had unlocked the door. I quickly jumped to my feet, but she didn't come out. As slowly as I could, I opened the door and stuck my head in. Her back was to me and her phone in hand. Her sandals lay forgotten on the floor along with my sweatshirt. She sat on top of the counter with her legs pulled up to her chest. I walked further into the bathroom and closed the door behind me before locking it.

"I'm sorry I ran out like that. I…I needed to talk it over with my mother." She said softly as she fingered the clear faucet.

Resting my hand on her back, she turned to me, her feet now dangling off the counter top. "Chad sometimes says stupid things, but he really is a good guy." I told her once she looked at me.

I watched as she shook her head in disagreement. "I'm not mad at him. I'm confused." Her eyebrows knitted together as she talked. With one silent gesture, she raised her hand and gave me her phone. I gave her a questioning look as I turned the thin phone around in my hand.

"Look through the text messages. You'll understand better." She said and then looked down.

Taking a seat on the floor, I opened the phone and went to the first sent message. The first message she sent her mother made me smile. It read: Mom, I'm falling for Troy, and hard. He makes me feel so important. He makes me feel like I'm normal but I'm afraid he doesn't feel the same way. I looked up at her only to see her not meeting my eye.

Turning back to the phone I went into her inbox and saw her moms reply. Mija, Don't be afraid to fall. Troy will be there to catch you. I guarantee you, Troy feels the same way. It's obvious. Just don't be afraid to show your what your feeling. Her mother was one hundred percent right. I looked for my message that I sent to see if she ever received it, and sure enough it was there. It also said that she read it within the first two minutes after I sent it.

Pulling out my phone, I went through my inbox just to make sure I didn't miss her reply. There were no new messages from her. Going back to her phone I went into her sent message. Sure enough there was a message sent to her mother in regards to my message. I skimmed through the rest of the fifty messages. The majority of them were about her fears and questions to how to go about acting. That's where I felt bad. The last thing I want her to ask someone else is how to act around me. The only person I want her to be is herself. I closed the phone and stood up. She looked everywhere but my face.

I placed her phone next to her on the counter and rested my hands on her legs. They had tiny goose bumps on them, which made me question why my sweatshirt was in a ball on the floor. My hands traveled to her hands and then up her arms, which too had millions and millions of goose bumps on them. With my pointer finger and thumb, I turned her face to me.

"Why did you take the sweat shirt off your freezing?" After I finished asking her, I turned around and picked up the forgotten sweatshirt from the floor.

"I needed to think without having you in my head." She told me as I laid the sweatshirt across her lap. Her small frame shivered as the now cold material touched her legs.

"What do you mean?" I asked her after I locked eyes with her.

"You're in my head. All of a sudden you're always in my head. It like I can't get you out or maybe I don't want you out, I don't know. You're in there. That I do know." I watched as she ran her hands through her hair before meeting my eye.

"Brie, tell me why you took the sweatshirt. You're shaking you're so cold." The back of my hand gently rubbed her cheek. She took the sweatshirt off her lap and began to put it on before speaking.

"I thought that not having your sweatshirt or your smell for that matter would help get you out of my head. It didn't work though. It only made me want it that much more." I watched the rose color return from her face after saying that last line. My arms wrapped around her shaking frame as her head dug into my shoulder. I heard her inhale deeply before looking up at me.

"Hey just for the record, I have feelings for you too. What makes you think I don't miss your smell every minute you're away from me? I've never felt so comfortable and connected with another person in my entire life." The smile she gave me was priceless.

Sliding her of the bathroom counter, I gently placed her on her feet. "Can we just take this really slow? I'm new to this whole relationship thing." I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Nice and slow sounds perfect to me." I told her softly.

Taking her hand in mine, I made my way to the door. Before I could even get a hand on it though, she pulled me back. "Troy, I can't go back there. I made a fool of myself." She stared at my lips waiting for a response. I couldn't believe she was actually worried about this.

"You did nothing wrong. Chad made a fool out of himself like usual. If anything, they are going to apologize for the way they acted." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I watched silently as a smiled formed on her face.

"It was kind of funny to watch them play matchmaker." I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well then, let's not ruin their fun." She laughed, which I took as a cue to walk out of the bathroom. Everything was going to be just fine as long as we kept Chad under control.

Gabriella and I walked into a pitch black living room. The only light was the light coming from the television. Once we made our presence known, all five of them looked up at us. Almost immediately Chad stood up and walked over to Gabriella. I smiled when he took her face in his hands and squeezed it, making a fish face form on her.

"I'm sorry for my behavior. I didn't mean to upset you." I laughed at Gabriella. She looked scared yet amused as Chad talked to her.

"It's ok. Forgive you," I laughed even harder when I heard Gabriella respond. She sounded as if she had marbles in her mouth. She also forgot some words, but other than that, it sounded perfect.

"Ok Chad easy." I patted him on the back telling him to let to poor girl sit down. He thankfully let go and went back to his place on the floor.

Gabriella and I found a spare place on the many blankets and sat down.

"Uhm does anyone mind if I change something on the T.V?" I heard Gabriella's low voice ask. She seemed so timid around these people all of a sudden. Sharpay looked back at her and smiled. "Sure go ahead." Sharpay handed Gabriella a silver remote. I watched as Brie went into the settings section of the television. My questions were soon answered when she went into the closed captions and turned them on. Once again I forgot. This wouldn't have been a lot of fun for her, just to sit here and watch the pictures move without knowing what's going on.

"Are you ok with watching TV?" I mouthed to her as soon as she looked at me again. Gabriella smiled and nodded.

"I love scary movies and the best thing is that I can turn away and not have to hear the creepy sounds." She said quietly.

"We ordered pizza." Ryan said and handed me the box. Opening it up, I took out one slice and gave it to Gabriella before serving myself. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until that first bite was in my mouth. Both of our slices were gone within five minutes. All of a sudden, the movie was paused. Looking around, I saw Taylor had the remote.

"It's already 1am. Why don't we get in our pajamas incase we fall asleep?" Taylor's tired voice spoke out. I was glad when she signed for Gabi. Everyone gave tired nods and stood up. I kissed Gabriella cheek before following Chad and Zeke into the spare bedroom.

Gabi's Pov:

Though I have nothing to compare it to, this sleepover is going great. Sure there have been some slight bumps along the way, but overall it's been a lot of fun. I've learned how to play twister, which I've now learned not to play in shorts – and Chad. I've played truth or dare for the first time, which I thought was funny – until they got to me. Not to mention Troy who has been absolutely phenomenal through all of this. I am convinced that he can make any bad situation good.

So now, as I walk up the many flights of stairs, lugging my bag and following Taylor and Sharpay, I can't help but smile despite my tired body. That's right, here I am one in the morning, can't keep my eyes open, and I still want to stay wide awake.

After reaching the top step of many, we walked down a long hallway and turned into the last room on the right. I think we passed about four quest rooms, two bathrooms, and one office to get there. Her room was no surprise, it was probably bigger than my room and my mom's put together. Everything in her room was pink too. Her bed was a king size, she had five closets, a flat screen TV, and to top it all off, her own master bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi.

Unzipping my bag, I pulled out a pair of sweatpants. I'm sure Troy wouldn't mind if I wore his sweatshirt. I turned around when Sharpay touched my shoulder. I saw a tiny silk gown in her hands. Was she really going to wear that with boys in the house?

"I got you a night gown at the mall. I'm sure Troy will love it." She held it out placing it against my body. It didn't cover anything. It should be called a shirt.

"I'm sure any guy would like this, Sharpay. It doesn't even come past the middle of my thigh. I think I'm going to stick with what I have." Sharpay shrugged her shoulders before throwing the silk 'shirt' on her bed. I knew what Sharpay was doing. She was trying to once again get me and Troy together. Well the jokes on her.

Unbuttoning the white shorts, I let them drop to the ground before slipping on a pair of oversized sweat pants. Turning my back to Taylor and Sharpay, I shrugged the sweatshirt off along with my spaghetti strap tank top and bra before slipping Troy's sweatshirt back on. The warmth and fuzziness of the sweatshirt felt immaculate on my bare skin. After gathering my clothes up, I stuffed them back into my bag. Taylor was in simple checkered pajama pants with a matching long sleeve t-shirt, while Sharpay wore a pink nightgown. It was a longer version of the one she offered me, but only by an inch or so.

"Ready?" Taylor signed to me? I nodded and linked arms with her and Sharpay before walking down the long flight of stairs. I couldn't help but run up to Troy when I saw him. He too was in sweatpants, but he wore a t-shirt. I couldn't help but feel completely at bliss when he picked me up and twirled me around.

"Nice outfit." He said to me once we locked eyes.

Troy took my hand and led me back over to our spot. He leaned back against the couch and gently situated me in between his legs. Both his arms wrapped around my midsection and his head leaned on mine. Finding I nearby blanket, I pulled it over to us and situated it just under my chin. Leaning back into Troy, mindlessly fixed the blanket to cover Troy too. All the events of the day were starting to take a toll on me. By the look of it, it was on everyone else too. Most of my new friends had already fallen asleep, everyone except Troy. I missed the warmth around my midsection as soon as Troy's arms untangled themselves from my stomach. Looking up at him, I silently watched as he lifted up one of the beige couch cushions only to produce a small spray can.

"Shall we?" He asked when my eyes turned to his lips.

Taking the small can in my hand, I twisted it around to find the label. 'Pink Hair Spray' I couldn't help but smiled and nod.

"Do you want to do the honors of getting Chad back for what he did before, or should I?" He mouthed to me.

I handed the small can back to him and moved so he could stand up. Tiptoeing over to Chad, we crouched down beside his head. My bottom lip was becoming white from me trying not to laugh. Pink was a good look on him.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him stretch and turn under the blanket he was in. Out of nowhere, Troy grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the spot we were in before. The can went under the couch. Hopefully no one will be able to see it. Troy laid down on a thick comforter and pulled another one on top of him. He nodded towards me, silently telling him to join him. Once he tucked the comforter around me, his arms wrapped around me once more. My body curled into is body and my head was tucked just under his chin.

"I've always loved the idea of falling in love with your best friend." I kept my head on his throat, not wanting to see his face – or his reaction for that matter. I closed my eyes and smiled when he kissed my temple. My arms tightened around him and suddenly, I couldn't keep my eyes open for any longer. Somewhere between Zeke's snoring and Troy's humming, I fell asleep not wanting to ever move from this spot.

Ok sorry it's not the best chapter. I could really use some suggestions for next chapter. Anything you guys want in the next chapter please tell me!