Hey guys! Sorry to say but I've broken the fairly long chapter streak. Well this chapter and the next are just chapters of Troyella doing random stuff together, so it will seem they have quite a few more oppurtunities to fall in love with eachother again and it isn't a really quick decision in a couple chapters when everything happens. I've wrote up to chapter 15, and I'm starting on 16. I want to be ahead. Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! This time can we get to 165 reviews? I believe that's only 12 reviews! :D Thanks for reading my story and hope you enjoy this short, random, fluffy, chapter.
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"Ready to go?" he asked as he stood at my door.
"Give me three seconds,"
"I'm counting," he shouted as he came into my house and closed the door behind him. Today Troy and I were going shopping to get me a present for David. I came back with my purse and we went out into his car. "I'm thinking we'll have the hood down," he said, pressing a button, the hood slowly moving back.
"So how was your training?" I said.
"It was alright, nothing special." Troy said, talking about the basketball practice he had just had a couple hours ago as he was in training for the Jazz game in a week.
"Hmm," I said.
"Working us so damn hard." he said.
"It'll be worth it when you win,"
"And you're cheering me on," he said.
"And I'll be proud of you,"
"And I'll buy you a packet of throat soothers because you've been screaming for me so much."
"Just like old times," I giggled and happily sighed. "I miss it sometimes,"
"Me too. Being a teenager was so much more fun. No cares in the world."
"Except a couple things which seem really big back then, but now they're just nothing."
"Mmm," he replied, concentrating on the road which we were about to turn onto to get to the mall, where we were going shopping. We found a parking space quite near to the entrance and went inside through the Bloomingdales store.
"Uh, Gabs, I don't think he'd want a dress." he said as I picked up a simple yet stunning, black cocktail dress.
"It's beautiful, I'm gonna buy it." I said, going to the counter. I put my dress onto the counter and the woman scanned it through.
"That's three hundred and eighteen dollars please," she said. Troy put his card in the slot. I gave him a pointed look.
"What are you doing?" I said, reaching to pull the card back out.
"I've got it," he said.
"You can't pay for my dress,"
"Why?" he said, giving a look to say he'll win anyway so just charge it to the woman stood at the counter.
"Because it's my dress, I want it." I said.
"Yes, and you can have it, after I buy it for you." he said.
"But!_"
"Just think of it as an addition to last night's apology dinner." he interupted. "Besides, you could wear it to David's party."
"Troy," I whined as he took his card back after paying and smiled at the assistant.
"Gabriella," he mocked, exaggerating it by doing a stupid whiny face, then giving me a goofy grin. I smiled back.
"Thanks Troy, you didn't have to though."
"I wanted to." he said.
"Thanks," I said again, running my hand down the inside of his arm and stopping on his palms, tickling them softly before lacing my fingers with his.
"You're welcome," he said as we left to go to the electronics floor. We got off the escalator and looked around. "I think we should get him an iPod dock."
"My mom said she's getting him an iPod touch and a car."
"Awesome."
"She says you only turn forty three once," he said. "She's booking out this bar in the city."
"Sounds good," he said browsing through the docks. "With this one, you can choose the setting to suit the music playing. It goes really loud, and it looks nice."
"Right," I said.
"Then this one," he said, moving onto another one. "You can flip it around and watch movies and videos from your iPod or iPhone on it, it goes quite loud. The only thing is it looks kind of weird, but it would be a bit strange anyway watching a movie on it, cause the screen is still quite small."
"Right, the first one is in the league so far."
"This one," he said, showing me a silver and blue one. "This has a clock on it, it only plays music, not videos and only lets your iPod stand upright. It goes really loud, the only thing with it is it's expensive, but looks really cheap and also, as the clock, it's bright at night so it'll light the whole room up if you have it on your nightstand."
"I like all the qualities and features of the first one, and it looks really nice. I really like it. It'll look nice."
"I've got it," he said.
"Cool, so this one?"
"It's best in my opinion." he said.
"That's why you're shopping with me." I nodded.
I ended up getting two, one for David, and one for me. Due to the crapness and ugliness of the one in my living room.
"Come on, for being such a good boy, I'll buy you pizza." I said.
"Yay," he said, making me giggle.
Eventually we got to the pizza place, as he had to attend to a group of high school friends who were Lakers fans, including impressed males and females who were shy and giggling nervously as he spoke to them. Then some Jazz fans came and said stuff and they shared some friendly banter about basketball, which amazed me. They didn't even know eachother, yet they could whip up a full conversation as if they'd known eachother for years about basketball. Eventually we got away and into the resteraunt. We ordered the usual order we got when we were in high school. Two large pizzas, one meaty and one tropical, a small pot of pasta, two pieces of pizza garlic bread and a large portion of fries with two large cokes. We're so greedy. After half an hour of talking and laughing over random things the food came.
"Would you guys like any sauces?" the waitress asked.
"Mayonnaise please," Troy said, making me smile. I taught him to eat mayonnaise with fries when we went on vacation to the Maldives in the summer of our Senior year. She brought back a handful of sachets of mayonnaise. He took one and ripped off the top of the sachet before squirting the contents onto the side of his plate. He dipped two fries into it and stuffed it into his mouth. "Mmm," he said.
"You're such a guy." I giggled.
"Did you think otherwise?" he said.
"You're dipping your fries in mayonnaise." I said.
"You know, I've not ate ketchup with fries since the Maldives."
"Really?" I said, flattered.
"Yeah, I've never looked back."
"Aww," I cooed. "You're so sweet."
"Mmm," he said as a reply as he stuffed more fries in his mouth.
"Save some for me!" I yelped, realizing he was eating them incredibly quickly.
"Alright, alright. I'm eating pizza now." he said, taking a slice of meat pizza with delicious cheese stuffed crusts. "This pizza is..."
"Sexy?" I suggested. He pointed as if to say 'that's the word' and nodded before swallowing what was in his mouth. I smiled and inwardly laughed. "You're the most... guyish guy alive."
"Hmm," he said.
"No, really. You are obsessed with sport, cars, money, food, booze, gadgets, looking sexy and having hot girlfriends." I said.
"Gabriella," he said, looking up. "I'm not obsessed with looking sexy, it just happens."
I burst out laughing and several people looked our way in the resteraunt. He laughed himself and I tried to quieten down. We finished our food. We did quite well on it. We ate most of the pizza, all the pasta, most of the garlic bread and all the fries. I breathed out and leaned back.
"I'm so full," I moaned.
"Me too."
"Oh my god," I said sitting up.
"What?" he said, his eyes going wide.
"Troy Bolton isn't hungry for once." I said, giggling at his sudden panic and leaning back into my seat.
"Jeez, Gabriella. I thought you were going to say something like your house is on fire."
"Hey, if my house is on fire, I choose you remember?"
"I thought it was if your house was under attack by angry turtles."
"That too, but still, Troy comes first." I said.
"Troy comes first. It's good to hear." he said.
"You want to go?" I said after I paid the bill as I promised I would.
"Sure," he said, standing up and deciding to just put his jacket in my shopping bag. We went to a few more shops. "Here, let me take those." he said, taking the bags from my hands.
"Thanks," I sighed, stretching out my hands which were temporarily indented with red marks from the bags. I used the hand to trail down the inside of Troy's left arm and akwardly held his hand as he held my bags. I got his car keys out of his front pocket and unlocked the trunk, opening it so he could dump my bags inside.
"Thanks," he said, closing the trunk again and getting into the car at the drivers seat.
He parked up on my driveway when we got home and got out, walking me to my door. He looked at me expectantly, raising his eyebrows briefly as we stood at my door, the house keys in my hand. I giggled.
"So Troy,"
"Here we go." he said, smiling.
"So Troy," I began again. "I had a wonderful time, and I'd love to do this again sometime."
"You missed something."
"You aren't getting a kiss."
"No, you missed the saying thank you for my opinion and helping you shop. I'll just give you a demonstration." he said, before looking up and then pretending to be me. "Oh Troy, I very much needed your help and you satisfied my every need... well, nearly." I giggled at him. "However could I thank you, as well as me pulling you into the house and getting fucked senseless by you on my pool table?" I laughed again.
"Oh Troy," I said deadpanned.
"No, no. We need more emotion." he said, giving me a stupid hand gesture to tell me to emphasize it a bit more. "And... action."
"Oh Troy," I giggled.
"No giggling! We're proffesionals!" he hissed. "Action!"
"Oh Troy!" I said, putting my hand on my forehead.
"Nice, nice." he said.
"I very much needed your help, and you satisfied my every need," I said.
"Beautiful, beautiful." he said like an enthusiastic director.
"Well, nearly." I said, touching his bicep and trailing it down his arm.
"Woo, sexy. Flirty girl, flirty girl." he said ridiculously.
"However could I thank you?" I said, throwing myself towards him and saying lowly. "As well as me, pulling you into the house, and getting fucked senseless by you on my pool table?"
"Well, we could start by..." he looked away and gasped. "Shit, get in!" he hissed, throwing open the unlocked door and tumbling inside with me. He kicked the door shut behind me.
"What the fuck was that about?" I hissed angrily and confused.
"Michelle was driving past." he whispered.
"So, why are we whispering?" I said, standing up and brushing myself off. "Jeez Troy, I think you broke my fucking shoulder." I moaned, rubbing it.
"I didn't mean to," he said. "I panicked."
"I know, it's alright." I said, sitting on the stairs and rubbing it more.
"Are you sure?" he said sitting on the floor beside me and looking at it. "What happened?" he said, running his hand over the red mark.
"When you pushed me forward I just went flying and my shoulder hit the banister when I fell." I said, wincing as he touched my shoulder.
"Sorry," he said softly, kissing it. I smiled a little as he touched it. "I just panicked."
"I know, it's cool." I said. "I don't think you're gonna get your pool table action."
"It's fine." he said, stroking my shoulder still. "But if it's really hurt, I'll pay for your surgery and medical bills."
"Such a gentleman." I said sarcastically.
"Mmm," he said.
He picked me up off the stairs and took me to my bedroom.
"Let's get you in something a little more comfortable..." he said as he laid me on my couch and went into my closet. He pulled out a bikini. "This?" he said, making me giggle. "Thought not." he said, going back in and looking around again. He came back and popped his head around the door giving me a mischevious look.
"What now?" I sighed.
"Gabriella's getting a little raunchy..." he said, slowly pulling my whip out from behind his back.
"Put it back!" I demanded. He whipped the side of the door. "Troy!" I hissed. He laughed and put it back. After ten minutes of him searching through my wardrobe and making fun of everything I had, he came out with a his clothes I took from his house on the night of his birthday party.
"These good?" he said.
"Perfect." I replied, putting my feet on the ground to get up.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy, you're wounded." he said.
"Wounded? It just hurts, that's all."
"No, you're wounded. You don't move a muscle. Unless angry turtles come and invade your house. Then you run and scream and all that jazz. But for now, you lie back, and let Troy do everything for you."
"Right. Sounds nice." I said. He shifted me and sat me up, akwardly removing my top due to my shoulder.
"There we go," he muttered quietly as he pulled his lounge shirt over my head. He put his shorts on me and pulled some socks over my feet, before picking me up and carrying me bridal style to my couch downstairs. "Give me one second," he said, running back upstairs. He came down, changed into more clothes I had borrowed and not returned, and well, let's face it I never had any intention of returning them. In his arms were a couple pillows from my bed and my covers. He dumped them beside me before running off again. I could hear my refridgerator opening. Good thing too, I need a fridge clear out. He came back with his arms full of sweet and salty snacks and two bottles of Coke.
"So," he said, laying the snacks out on the flat chair arm beside us and cuddling up to me, pulling the covers over us and flicking through channels. "Your shoulder still hurting?"
"Not as bad as before." I mumbled, my eyes connected with the television. I moved my head in and rested it on his chest.
"Good," he said.
"Better than Michelle seeing us." I said.
"I guess." he said, playing with a lock of my hair.
We watched a crap programme about dinosaurs and fossils.
"They missed one out," I mumbled.
"What?" he said, stroking my hair.
"They missed this really awesome dinosaur. It's still alive today, but it's really rare."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"They're really strong, and they're really sweet and cute, and they look stunning." I giggled, rolling my eyes at him not catching on.
"Huh?" he said.
"It's called a Troyonopolus." I giggled, jabbing him with my pointing finger in his stomach. He groaned and laughed.
"Ella, don't start this again." he moaned.
"You know you love it." I giggled.
"Not infront of all our friends, I don't. The whole East High basketball team called me Troyonopolus instead of Captain for weeks!" he said.
"You never told me." I said.
"Then you'd do it more." he laughed.
"It can be your secret pet name then." I compromized.
"Sure." he said. "And you can be... Ellatopia." he said randomly.
"Ellatopia and Troyonopolus." I giggled. "Sounds great."
Hehe! Told you the preview wasn't what you thought. It actually turned out completely different. Soo, it would be really nice if I could get to 165 reviews by the end of this chapter. Here's your preview of the next chapter, which again, is incredibly short.
"Hey," a familiar male voice greeted. "Sharpay told me you were sick because I'm the only one off work today. You need anything?" "I think I'm good. I've got some Sudafeds, some Olbas oil, throat stuff." I said. "Oh please," he said. "What do you mean, oh please," I said. "You can't get better by that. I bet you're lying in a bed infested with tissues, socks you've kicked off while you sleep and empty trays of throat soothers." "The throat soother packets are on the nightstand." I said, not wanting him to be right. He knew me all too well. "Aha, I'm coming over. Be there in about twenty minutes." "Right." I said. "Bye," "Bye sickybird." He hung up and I rolled my eyes.