"Thank you, Mr. uh—"She paused at his disapproving expression. "I mean Troy."

"You're welcome. Have fun at that Wedding."

"If everything goes as planned I will."

"That shouldn't be hard. You're the best right?" She lowered her eyes.

"You're very kind. Have a good afternoon."

'You're very kind'? Troy shook his head at the words. He expected a 'thanks' or 'No, I'm not' or even a laugh. Not a 'very kind'. Troy locked his car and walked up to the front door. In the midst of fondling with his house keys, he still couldn't get himself to believe her change. Some thing was simply…off. He turned the key into the knob, only to find it already unlocked. Surprised, Troy opened the door cautiously and readied his keys as a weapon. "Who's in my house?"

"Honey!" He flinched back at the sound of the high voice.

"June? What are you doing here; I thought you were working?"

"I was, but my boss decided to give me the rest of the day off! He's such a sweet man you know. Sweetie, what are you doing with your keys?" Troy pathetically lowered his 'weapon'.

"I uh thought-it's nothing."

"Thought what? Did you think someone was in the house or something?"

"No," He rebutted, but the look on his face said it all. June broke out in laughter.

"Aww. Sweetheart! I'm sorry to have scared you."

"I wasn't scared—hey, what are you doing?" He took his first real look about the house, where random items were scattered everywhere.

"This? Oh, I was just cleaning around. We have a lot of junk! I didn't realize it but we really do! Trust me, earlier this morning…" As Troy nodded on to her rant, he began searching among the items. A picture or two here, old board games there, his East High yearbook- He jerked to a stop.

"June, did you…" He held the book up for her reference.

"Oh that! I found it and trust me, it took all of my will power not to look through it."

"Really?" He muttered, nervously flipping through the pages. "Why didn't you?"

"I thought we could look through it together. After all I'd love to know what kind of 'Wild Cat' you were in high school." He unsteadily laughed at her comment. His hands stopped on a page in the book; towards a certain picture under the very inescapable headline, 'Cutest Couple'.

"Maybe some other time." June gave him a sure pout of her lips.

"Come on, please! Nothing in there can be that bad." Trust me, you have no idea.

"Alright, but only after we get all this stuff cleaned." And maybe a few more years after that. He grabbed a garbage bag from the cabinet. "Let's get started."

"Pat, if you keep calling me I'm going to get fired."

"Fired? Gabbs you practically own the place. Even so I need to know what to make for dinner. Ravioli or Pasta?" Gabriella grinned into the phone.

"It doesn't matter. One second, yes Lisa?" She listened to the soft, barely there voice of her secretary.

"Ms. Montez I have Mr. Bolton on the line."

"Troy?"

"Troy! What does he want?"

"Pat not now—"

"What does he want Gabriella?"

"I'm not sure. It must be urgent though if he's calling this late."

"He says it is urgent, Ms. Montez." Lisa called.

"There you go Pat. I'm sorry but-"

"No. Do not tell me you're leaving me for him!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. He is my client so I have to go. I'll call you back, promise."

"Umm huh. I've heard that before…."

"Ha. Bye Pat, my favorite roommate in the whole wide world!" She gave Lisa the 'ok' for the call to be transferred.

"Good evening, Troy."

"Hey are you busy right now?"

"Not at this moment, why?" She readied a pen and paper; in case he had another last minute wedding change.

"I kind of found something that I want you to see."

"What is it?"

"I was actually hoping that I could come to your office?" She sat up, confused. Why was he coming?

"Is it necessary that you come? I can write down any messages."

"Yes, it is. Please, I'd much rather see you in person."

"I…Can this not wait until next Saturday?"

"No. Gabriella, please." She went over this morning's events in her head. What had they missed? If it really was important, she shouldn't refuse him.

"Alright."

"Great. I'll see you in about 15 minutes." True to his word, he came to her office on time and carrying a small black bag.

"Hey."

"Good evening. So, what is the reason behind this meeting?" He set the bag down and pulled out a lengthy red book.

"So, after our morning meeting I found June in the house cleaning. She kind of dusted this off—but she didn't read it. Something about her wanting to share high school stories…anyway I've only looked at a few pages but," He pressed the yearbook onto her desk. "It's funny stuff. Brings back memories."

Thanks for reading! Also, my one shot titled National Awesome Day has been posted. It's a Troyella fic so feel free to check it out!