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"Alright…what is for dinner?" Gabriella called as she arrived home. His car was out front and she was excited because they actually felt married and like a family. She was considering asking him to get them real wedding rings. She was tempted to go back down to Albuquerque and visit their parents.

"Pasta from a box…I can't cook and all you had to do was add water…" Gabriella snickered and sat down at the island. She had a wonderful day. Although Sharpay had spit coffee in the blonde's hair twice and she had gotten chased into work by photographers…she had a great day.

She had finally sat a picture of them on her desk. She wasn't ashamed anymore…she was proud of it. It was a picture that she had found in her memory box. It was a picture of them kissing on a swing in the park.

It was a picture taken by his mother. The families were having a picnic at the park and the couple had escaped and hung out on the swings. (Keeping it G rated, of course, they were in a public park.)

It was actually the only picture of him that she didn't burn.

"Wow, always an overachiever." He sat down at the table and grinned. He was sure that this was his dream life. She was honest with him (at least he thought she was) and he was honest with her.

"Yeah, that's me. Dude…practice was so easy. It was like gym class." He was glowing and grinning. He just had an amazing day. He had bragged to Chad that she loved him (Chad just talked about amazing sex that he had) and he was planning on asking her for a real wedding.

"That's awesome. Sharpay spit hot coffee in this girl's hair twice. It was pretty funny. Then at work I FINALLY got the Derby article. Isn't that awesome?" He shook his head, not really knowing the big deal about the derby.

"She spit coffee in her hair? That's a riot! What did the girl do?" Gabriella giggled. He would ignore the thing that she had worked for and only worry about the coffee.

"She took one look at me and turned back around. Then Sharpay did it again and she didn't even say anything!" Gabriella would have bitch-slapped any girl that spit coffee at her, but the blonde didn't do anything.

"So you are telling me that I could go and spit coffee in someone's hair and they wouldn't care because…I'm me?" Gabriella shrugged. She had no idea how this fame thing worked…but she could get used to it. She had fan girls begging for her autograph all the time. It was like she was the movie star.

Then people were calling them 'Troyella.' Gabriella thought it sounded like a fairy but apparently it was their 'couple name.' She just laughed about it. It seemed like everything had fallen into place.

Except, it was all a lie…she had to tell him the truth eventually, right? She couldn't just lie to him for eternity…it would drive her crazy. She'd tell him tomorrow…or the next day. Maybe she could just wait a few years for him to calm down.

Then again, how could she start the conversation? It would go something like this:

"Hey, how was your day?"

"Good, by the way, when we first got married I plotted your downfall."

"Oh, ok…"

Yeah, if it was a perfect world…Gabriella had no idea what she could do. She just stared at him and lied to his face everyday. She didn't know how she lived with herself. She knew she had to man-up and do it but…she just couldn't.

"Pasta-a-la-Troy is served." She laughed out loud when he put macaroni and cheese on her plate. It was pasta and he did add water.

"Are you kidding me? I haven't had Mac-and-cheese in years! I've always been too 'sophisticated'. Are these noodles shaped like basketballs?" He held up the box and there was a picture of his face on the box.

"Special Lakers edition…so I get like one million boxes free…I thought I already bragged about it. You know, my head is in there somewhere." She giggled and looked through her bowl. He would have macaroni shaped like his head.

"Wow…you are very hot macaroni." She blushed a bit, "No pun intended." He rolled his big blue eyes and took a big bite. She liked to take small bites only getting a few noodles on her fork. He, on the other hand, practically ate the bowl in three bites.

"You know, at first it was really awkward to eat this because well…it's me…then I ate it and it was good." She shook her head swallowing quickly,

"Yeah…I'm not even looking at it." He loved being married and he loved how she wasn't a total idiot anymore. He felt like someone had flipped a switch on her. All of the sudden…she was Gabriella from high school.

"El…I really love you. You mean more to me than anything in the world." She felt her heart drop into her stomach. How could he not know? Did he not know her at all? Was he that stupid?

"I love you too…but only because you have macaroni shaped like your head." He rolled his eyes. He knew there was something different about her…but he figured that she was just caught up in this crazy new marriage.

"Yeah…that's what all the ladies tell me." He slid a hand through his hair obnoxiously, trying to mock Billy Ray Cyrus' annoying look. She grinned and shrugged,

"I'm sure; your noodles are cuter than your real body." He taunted her,

"Yeah, coming from the girl that couldn't look at my rock hard abs the first time we slept in the same bed."

"I could…but…I hated you then. Now, I don't." He was suddenly confused. She hated him? Just that day she had said that she liked him.

"What do you mean?" She freaked out on the inside. Did she just blow her secret? Would she have to confess it all to him now? She lied,

"Well, I mean…I didn't love you then. I didn't 'hate you' I wasn't used to sleeping with you." He sighed, knowing that something was up. He didn't push it, he didn't want to bother her about it.

"Oh…ok. Do you want to watch some TV or something?" She put her bowl in the dishwasher and helped him clean up from dinner,

"Yeah, sure…we can relax and wind down. It'll be hard for me. I had an awesome day and I just ate your face as a meal."

"Yeah…it sounds weird when you say that." She headed down the long hallway to the den. His house was huge and too big for one person to live in. She could imagine that he got lonely sometimes. He was probably out of town a lot for games and stuff…so it was hardly broken-in.

"Why don't you have a maid or butler?" Gabriella asked as they sat down. She was wondering. She was also wondering what he did for fun without her. Did he just exercise and watch TV all the time?

"Dude, I don't want some strange woman in my house." Gabriella was glad that it was off season and he had no games. She didn't know what she was going to do with herself when he started going to other cities to play ball. She couldn't go with him because she had a job here…unless Mary would let her cover al the games then she could. That would work.

"Yeah…I clean my own flat because I can't afford to hire someone to do it for me. I'd hire a maid." He shrugged,

"I'd rather have my house filthy then have someone I don't know in it." Gabriella knew it was true. He was a very private person, except for when it came to her. He'd tell her anything that he wouldn't tell anyone else. She knew his every dream and fear. She knew him in and out.

All the girls in high school used to fawn over his basketball skills and hot body. The girls would follow him around and crowd him. While he said that it was awesome…he told Gabriella that he HATED it. When he had bad days and people asked him what was wrong, he'd say 'Nothing, I'm fine.' Then, he would call Gabriella and they'd talk for hours.

"Yeah, you are a freak." She muttered as he pulled her closer and flipped on the TV. As a commercial of a family playing bingo flashed up on the screen, Gabriella's face brightened and Troy took the words right out of her mouth.

"Let's play cards!" She stood up out of his arms and grinned,

"I'm totally the queen at war." He smirked,

"Yeah, you won't be saying that when I kick your ass." She knew he was going to. He was always better at any card game. He dominated every time they'd play.

However, when the Bolton and Montez family had family night together…Gabriella would kill at scrabble or any other board game. (This sometimes didn't count since she was on the same team as her boyfriend.)

"Do you have any cards?" He shrugged,

"Somewhere…they are old, like high school old. I'll check in here." He walked toward the spare room but Gabriella hardly paid attention, for she was going to check the hall closet. It was stuffed with things that he had kept from their teen years. (He had said that he was going to keep it for when he was old and could sell it. She knew, however, that it was stuff that reminded him or her.)

"Hey Gabriella…" He called from the room he was searching. She sighed,

"Yeah?" He raised his voice, almost angry.

"What the hell is this?"

Gabriella almost peed her pants.

He had found her clipboard.

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