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Disclamer: (Haven't done one in a while) I don't own High School musical..poor me...

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Troy stepped out of the black Chevy cavalier and into the driveway. He took a deep breath, taking in his surroundings. Troy stood in front of the Montez home.

"So.." Gabriella looked up at her house. "Looks like this will be your home for a while then..."

"Yep." Troy sighed.

Gabriella went to the trunk of the Chevy and pulled out a two bags.

"Why won't you let me help?" Troy whined.

"Because your still recovering." Gabriella said, narrowing her eyes at him when he tried to get a bag, he backed off.

"At least let me carry..." He paused and looked around in the car. "Your keys, let me carry your keys."

Gabriella pretended to think about her answers and he glared. "Fiiiine" She giggled.

"Sweet." He smiled and took her keys from the front seat.

"And you can open the door."

"Oh now your putting me to work!" He said sarcastically.

"Get to it mister." She smiled.

Troy chuckled and jogged up to the door. Gabriella came up a moment later, his bags in her arms.

Troy didn't have many items, just two small bags of trophies, metals, and such. Ms. Montez had decided to buy him all new clothes.

He didn't have much anyways.

Troy opened the door for Gabriella and she walked through it.

"Mom!" She called. "We're home!"

Isabella Montez came bustling out of the kitchen and gave both Troy and Gabriella hugs. " OK, Mija, why don't you go show Troy his room? Dinner will be done soon."

"Ok." Gabriella said and started to the stairs, Troy smiled and Ms. Montez and followed her.

"Such a sweet boy." Isabella sighed under her breath.

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Troy's room was fairly simple with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room. The walls were cream colored with and a large window sat on the wall. The carpet was white and soft under his feet. A computer desk sat against the wall on the same side as the door.

"It's.." Troy paused. "Awesome.."

"Not much..an old guest room.." But to Troy, who was used to a twin bed, and a room the size of a closet, this was like a hotel.

Gabriella dropped his bags on his bed and looked over at the dresser opposite of the bed. "My mom already put your clothes in the dresser.."

"Oh.." He said.."That was...nice of her.."

Troy walked over to the bed and sat down before taking a few things from his bags out and looking at them.

"How many years have you played basketball?" Gabriella asked sitting next to him.

"Since I was four." Troy rolled his eyes when she rose her eyebrows.

"That's a long time.." She blinked.

Troy chuckled. "Yep...of course there were times when I didn't want to anymore...but I had to keep playing." He sighed.

Gabriella put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about that anymore.."

He smiled at her. "I know..thanks.."

Gabriella nodded. "Well..I'm gonna let you unpack your things..I'll be in my room if you need me."

Troy watched her walk out of the room and sighed, going back to his trophies and such.

"So little to do..." He looked at the small bags. "And so much time."

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Gabriella looked around her room. It was still hard to believe the events that had gone on in the past month. She had switched bodies with her 'worst enemy' after being struck by lightning, found out his father was abusive, lived his life, kissed Troy, went back to her own body, once again faced his father, and now Troy was living with her! That's a lot for a sixteen-year-old to take in, in one month, A lot.

She dropped onto her bed and huffed. Gabriella was tired.

She frowned as the shrill ringing filled her ears.

Ring! Ring!

Gabriella let it ring.

Ring!! Ring!!

Gabriella's frown deepened. Why wasn't her mom getting the phone?

RING! RING! RING!

"Mom can you get that?" Gabriella called, nobody could deny the irritation in her voice.

Gabriella closed her eyes with a sigh when the ringing stopped and her mother's soft voice could be heard.

"hello?" She listened to the muffled words."May I ask who's calling?...I'm sorry, what was that?..."

Her voice trailed slipped from Gabriella's ears when Isabella lowered her voice.

Gabriella jumped out of her skin when the bed bounced and she went at least a foot in the air.

"Ohmygod!" She cried, putting a hand over her heart. "Don't do that!"

Troy sat smiling at her on the bed beside her. "Sorry.." He said, but his smile showed he was certainly not sorry.

"So, how do you feel?" She asked.

He rolled his eyes. She always worried so much! "I'm fine Gabby. Really, it doesn't hurt."

"Are you sure? I mean I could get you some--"

Troy silenced her by crashing his lips down on hers. "I'm fine. I'm great actually." He smirked.

"O-okay." She stuttered, causing Troy to laugh.

"Troy! Gabriella!" Isabella called from down the stairs. "Someone is on the phone for Troy!"

That's weird, Gabriella thought, why would she call me? And why wouldn't they just call his cell?

Troy sighed and got up off the bed, offering Gabriella his hand. She took it gladly and they started down the stairs.

"Who is it?" Gabriella asked.

Her mother didn't answer but just handed the phone to Troy. He frowned and said into the phone, "Hello?"

"Troy?" The voice said from the other end.

"Yeah?"

"I'm..not sure how to say this Troy.."

His frown deepened. "Who is this?"

The voice on the other end took a deep breath. "My name is Lucy Bolton, Troy. I'm your mom."

Troy dropped the phone.

Gabriella watched in confusion as Troy walked across the room with his eyes closed and her mother followed him. Gabriella picked up the phone.

"H-hello?" She asked cautiously.

"What happened?"

"He dropped the phone- who is this?"

The voice sighed. "This is Troy's mom."

"Oh. My. God." Gabriella breathed.

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Troy sat on the couch with Gabriella next to him and Isabella across from them. Troy's mom sat next to Isabella.

"So...where have you been in all of this?" Gabriella asked Lucy.

She sighed. "When Troy was five years old, his father started to go out more often. He came back drunk a lot and I got angry. One day I had enough, I didn't think about what would happen to Troy. I thought that he would be fine with his father, that Jack would stop going out when he was the only one to look after him. I packed my bags and went to Chicago. I stayed there for a while and got my own apartment. I contacted my lawyer and filed for divorce papers. I left Troy and everything else with Jack. I wanted to start over. Don't get me wrong, I missed him terribly, but I thought it would be better for him to stay with his friends and what he was used to. And then three days ago I was contacted and told about Jack and what he did to Troy, I was horrified. I knew I'd made a mistake." She took a deep breath and looked into Troy's eyes. "I'm sorry, so sorry I can't even explain it." Her voice broke. "And this time, I want to give you a choice."

Troy's head shot up, his eyes wide.

"You can come back to Chicago, if you like." She paused. "Or you can stay here and live with the Montez's. I'll give Isabella custody if you want to stay here. It's your choice." It was obvious that Lucy wanted Troy to go with her, but she wouldn't force it.

Troy took a deep breath and stared at the table like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"I want to stay here." He decided, and looked back at Lucy's face, his eyes soft. "I don't want to go."

Lucy's face fell, but she nodded and pulled out some papers. "We just need to fill these and he is legally your child."

Isabella nodded. "I'll fill them out out," She stood up and led Lucy to her office.

Troy leaned back in the couch and closed his eyes. Gabriella lay her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her close.

Neither said anything, there was nothing to say.

Troy was going to live with the Montez's, and now everyone knew about his mother.

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Gabriella and Troy walked Lucy to the door.

"Thank you." She smiled sadly.

Gabriella forced a smile and Troy nodded.

Lucy hugged Troy and he hesitated, but hugged her back. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

Troy just nodded again and let go. Lucy opened the door and Gabriella closed it behind her. She was gone.

Gabriella took his hand and he smiled at her. She led them to the dining room where plates were all set out and they sat.

The past was behind them, and the future was looking a whole lot brighter.

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That one was pretty hard to write...hmmm...I guess that one was a filler.

I'm sad to say that there is but one chapter and an epilogue left.

I'm very happy the way this story has turned out. A great success :)

Sorry about spelling and stuff