His Dream Girl
Summary : "Sharpay, this girl that you picked for me, if you didn't notice, is NOTHING like the kind of girl I described to you." "Sometimes Bolton, you find what you're looking for in the person you never would've thought you would." TxG
Author's note: 21 reviews??? Dammmnnn! That's just famazing
Chapter 13
If anyone would've pressed their ears against that particular door leading to that particular room, they would've been considered as 'creeper'. If anyone would've had sat beside that damn locked door, they would've been grossed out. If anyone would've had tried to listen through that wooden door, they would've heard a couple making out.
"What the hell was that?" Gabriella asked, breathlessly.
"I don't fucking know," Troy answered, equally out of breath.
"Well you should because you're the one who kissed me," she hissed.
"Well I didn't see you protesting!"
Flashback
"I feel like running you over with a car!" yelled Gabriella, angrily.
"Shut up, you don't even have a car!" Troy screamed back.
They were currently making their way where Sharpay was sitting, arguing, as usual.
"Well I want to rent one and run you over with it!"
"Which you'll spend the rest of your life paying for because of the damages."
"I'll just burn it and nobody will know it ever existed."
"And how am I supposed to be declared dead huh? Hit by an invisible car?" he replied sarcastically.
"Well who said anybody will care if you're dead?"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Both of you!" Sharpay screeched, fed up with their insignificant argument. "Gosh I'm so fucking tired of you guys always fighting because you don't act on your sexual attraction toward one other and let it out by fucking arguing about everything!"
"Ehm, I don't think so," he blinked.
"Oh really? Let's see shall we? Two days ago, Gabriella, you got jealous because Troy here had a great time with Ashley and instead of just admitting your attraction toward him, you slapped him," she started.
The blue eyed boy just snickered while the brunette glared at him before hitting him on the arm.
"5 minutes ago, you, Bolton, got jealous because Mark started to hit on Gabriella, but instead of saying you like her; you just started to punch the guy before running away like a maniac, dragging her along while she just bitched at you the whole way."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
"Oh I think you do," she replied simply. "And I'm tired of it. I'm fucking exhausted. So please, just make out already."
"What if we don't want to?" Gabriella asked, stubbornly.
"Do it anyways."
They looked at each other and started to laugh, no that would definitely not happen. Not in their books anyway.
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"Bolton, go get my other I-Pod," Sharpay ordered later on, at her party.
"Why me?" he questioned.
"Because it'll give you something to do since you don't want to drink after what happened last time."
Troy just rolled his eyes, but did not argue and made his way upstairs anyway. He opened the door of his best friend bedroom and closed the door behind him, breathing in relief as he was met by silence.
"YOU IDIOT!"
He jumped and turned around quickly to come face to face with an irritated Gabriella.
"The fuck's wrong with you?" he replied.
"The door's locked!" she yelled.
His eyes narrowed in slits before trying to turn the doorknob that was evidently locked.
"This just feels like déjà-vu," he muttered bitterly.
She huffed in annoyance before walking back to Sharpay's bed where she just let herself fall, defeated.
"Why am I always stuck with you?" she groaned.
"Do I really need to answer that?" he retorted sitting beside her on the bed.
"No, not really," she sighed. "Gosh, your best friend is so annoying!"
"I know, she always has been but, never as much as these past few months since she met you," he answered looking at her pointedly.
"Are you trying to insinuate that this situation is my fault?" she inquired, getting up, outraged.
"And what if I am?"
"You know what? I really really don't feel like arguing with you now, so I'll just let it go," she declared.
He nodded, before getting up to go check the windows.
"I already tried that, she locked them too," she stated in a monotone voice.
"Damnit!" he yelled, as it was not budging.
"I told you so."
"Yeah yeah, you did," he said unenthusiastically, letting himself fall beside her.
"How many hours is a party supposed to be?" she asked after a moment.
"Usually it ends at around 1 in the morning."
She lifted her head a little to stare at the digital clock on Sharpay's night stand and dejectedly said:
"That means we're stuck here for another 2 hours."
"Plus nobody'll come here because Evans threatened everyone that she's going to kill them if they ever venture into her room."
"Crap."
Rolling his head to face her, they just stared at each other in silence. For once, he really got to inspect her face. Her high cheekbones, her innocent dark irises, the curls that just seemed to enhance her beautiful face, her pink full lips, it was official, Gabriella Montez was definitely a beauty. He turned on his side and held his head on his plumped up hand, while she did the same.
"You're actually really beautiful Gabriella," he whispered, before lifting a hesitating hand toward her, to let them entangled in her curls.
He caressed them gently, his thumb brushing over the side of her face delicately and it surprised both of them that she let him do so. He finally cupped her cheek, caressing the skin and suddenly they seemed not close enough. He slowly brought his lips to brush against hers, barely touching. Pulling away a little, he opened his eyes to stare into her eyes to gauge her reaction. He didn't see anger so he kissed her again but more decidedly this time. She opened her lips a little and kissed him back, bringing her hands around his shoulder to bring him closer.
End of flashback
"That's because you didn't even gave me a chance to! Immediately you shoved your tongue in my mouth!" Gabriella protested.
"I said it before and I'll say it again, you didn't stop me!" Troy snapped.
"You just don't get it, I… what's that?" she interrupted herself, getting up before making her way toward Sharpay's desk where a familiar picture was framed.
She took it and frowned as she saw the picture of them when they were in the Haunted House at the last Albuquerque Fair. She heard Troy, coming to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"So she knew," he whispered against her ear. "She knew all along that we would escape and she even followed us there."
"Your best friend really is a genius," she muttered.
"We really do look like a real couple there huh?"
"Yeah, we even had the shirts to intensify that image."
"I don't know, I guess I can see why Sharpay and our class mates think we look good," he admitted, slipping his arms around her waist.
"Me too," she confirmed, resting her hands on his.
"Hey, I've got an idea, why don't we, for two hours pretend to be dating?" he suggested.
"Huh?" she answered confusedly, turning around to face him, breaking their hold in the process.
"Yeah, I mean, why don't we, like, act like a couple ya know? I mean like, everybody says we are one but we keep on telling them it'll never happen, but we never really tried, ya know?" he struggled to explain.
"That's stupid," she stated drily.
"No, it's not! Think about it Montez. Sharpay keeps on telling us that the reason we're always arguing is because we don't make-out and we're like frustrated. Teachers always say I'm like a creep who's in love with you. We were fucking voted to be best couple for Goodness' sake!"
"What's your point?"
"Maybe they see something about us that we have never ever realised before," he concluded, triumphantly for sounding smart for once. "And we can't keep telling them they're wrong if we never really tried you know? Plus now's the perfect time, since we're alone."
"For once you make sense, but I'm still uneasy about this."
"Oh come on! Do you really have anything else to suggest passing time for the next two hours?" he stated impatiently.
She didn't answer and just started to think.
"I guess not. So, what are we doing now?" she accepted.
"Um, first thing first, Gabriella Montez," he started, kneeling in front of her. "Do you want to be my girlfriend for the next two hours, for better and for worse? Through health and sickness?"
"Are you for real? Bolton, we're not getting married!"
"Would it really kill you to pretend for once Montez?" he asked, exasperatedly.
"Okay fine. Yes, I, Gabriella Montez, do want to become your faithful and trustworthy girlfriend, for better and for worse, through hell and heaven, mostly hell, but whatever. I accept," she said perkily.
Troy fished his hand through his pocket where he pretended to take out a fake ring and placed it on her finger. He got up and brought her into a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh my god baby you have no idea how happy you're making me right now," he said, enthusiastically. "This is the best day of my life."
"Me too, sugar babe, me too."
He scooped her up in his arms, bridal style while she screamed in surprised, clinging onto his neck.
"Now what are you doing, honey bear?" she inquired, confused.
"It's tradition to pick up the uh girlfriend and get her to the bed."
"But… just so we're clear, we are not having a honeymoon. Baby," she added quickly.
"Of course not, boo," he assured, dropping her on Sharpay's bed softly before climbing to lie beside her where he brought an arm around her shoulders.
She snuggled against his chest and he kissed her forehead.
"I'm so happy to be here with you, Gabi baby," he whispered.
"Me too, Troyie-poo," she replied in a sugary sweet voice, kissing his chest.
They would never admit it to anyone, but deep down, they meant what they were saying. They really did like to be with each other at this moment.
"Oh my God, baby I just realised something tragic!" he exclaimed suddenly.
"Oh my God what buttercup?" she gasped.
"We don't have a song!" he declared, fakely horrified.
"Oh crap! Hurry, hurry, go grab Sharpay's I-Pod, we need to find a song!"
Troy exaggeratedly rolled from the bed and mocked running in slow motion to the pink I-Pod on his best friend's dresser, while Gabriella was trying to muffle her laughter.
"I have it! Baby after 5 agonizing seconds I finally have the cure to our problem!" he exclaimed, waving it wildly.
"I'm sooo proud of you darling. Attach it to the speaker and put it on shuffle. The first song that's going to be playing, is our song," she suggested.
"Anything for your beautiful hair, Ella," he winked.
He pressed play where a song was half-way through the chorus:
"So shut up shut up shut up,
Don't wanna hear it."
Troy immediately stopped the song: 'Shut Up' by Simple Plan and turned toward his fake-girlfriend and looking at each other was all it took to trigger their laughter.
"That suits us so well!" she giggled.
"The normal us, yeah," he chuckled.
"But not, the couple-for-two-hours us, so change the song, honey bee," she demanded, getting back into her character.
"Your wish is my command."
He clicked the arrow and the first notes of: 'Two is Better than One' by Boys like Girls started to play. He turned to face her and offered her his hand:
"May I have this dance?"
"Our first dance, to our first song," she nodded, grabbing his hand before getting up.
They laced their fingers together and he placed his other hand on her waist while she rested it on his shoulder.
"I remember what you wore on the first day, you came into my life and I thought: 'hey, you know this could be something'," he started to sing along.
"Should I really be surprised you know every word of this song?" she inquired, eyebrow raised as they swung to the music.
"No," he said simply. "'Cause everything you do and words you say, you know that it all takes my breath away and now I'm left with nothing. Sing with me baby."
"So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you, and maybe two is better than one, there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone. And I'm thinking two is better than one," they sang together.
At the word 'one' Troy lifted his hand over her head to make her twirl around and made her dive.
"I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes the way you taste, you make it hard for breathing. 'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away, I look at you and everything's okay, and finally now believing," they continued as she wrapped her arms around his neck while he around her waist.
They continued to sway to the music, singing along to each other, sometimes goofing off with exaggerated moves, others while being romantic. As the song progressed, there was no more faking, they really meant what they were singing.
"Two is better than one," they ended together, staring at each other.
They stayed like this for awhile when finally they leaned in and exchanged another sweet kiss.
"Alright you two are allowed to leave now," a voice interrupted behind them.
They swiftly pulled away from each other, blushing madly to have been caught in that compromising position and faced their blonde friend who was staring wide-eyed at them.
"Were… were you guys… kissing?!" Sharpay inquired.
"No!" they both protested at the same time.
"You guys were sooo kissing. OH MY GOD THAT'S SOOOO CUTE!!!" she squealed, loudly.
"Stop!" Troy winced.
"Are you guys dating now? Obviously since you were kissing. Were you guys dancing together or something? Did you do anything in my bed?" Sharpay continued.
"Um," he rubbed his neck, embarrassed, and shared an uncomfortable look with the brunette beside him.
"Oh my god you did?! EWWWWW!!! MY BED'S INFECTED NOW!!! EW EW EW EW! Take off the sheets, guys, take the fucking sheets off," she barked.
They obeyed since they were slightly afraid of her. The only good thing about this was that she had stopped asking them if they were together. Honestly, they really didn't know what to answer since they knew dating each other wasn't as bad as they had thought. They had to admit, they were both disappointed that Sharpay had interrupted them before two hours.
"Who asked who out huh? I bet it was Gabriella, 'cause Troy doesn't have the balls."
"Uh, Sharpay? We are not going out," Gabriella declared, awkwardly.
"What?!"
"Well we did, but only for the lapse of time we would be locked in your room," Troy took over, taking off the pillow case.
"I don't believe you," the blonde declared coldly. "I think you guys are just lying."
"I swear we're not," the brunette assured.
"No no no no no no! Damn it! I was so happy! Damn you for getting my hopes up," she glared.
"We're sorry," he said.
"You know what? I can bet you guys will go to fricken prom together, and will be dating by the time we're out of East High," she said, snottily. "You guys already kissed, so that's just inevitable."
Troy and Gabriella looked at each other, their competitiveness evident on their faces.
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't," he declared.
"How much are you betting?" the blonde questioned.
"My Rolex watch that I got for my birthday," he answered.
The two best friends looked at the brunette, expectedly.
"Well, I don't know. I have nothing worth having," she shrugged. "Well except my scholarship, but hell no, I'm not betting that."
"Um, let's see, if you lose, you'll… ehm, let me give you a make-over for one whole week," she said with a glint of malice in her eyes.
"What about you, what are you willing to bet?" the blue eyed boy asked.
"Tickets for two to go to Spain this summer," she answered.
The fake couple looked at each other with a hint of desire for the price in their eyes.
"It's on," he declared, shaking hands with his best friend.
3 weeks was nothing right? They could do this, they knew they could. After all, never had it ever crossed their minds to ask each other out before today. Right?
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*biting nails in nervousness* I hope this wasn't too rushed or anything, but as you can tell, their relationship is definitely changed as they realise they have feelings for each other.
Anyways, review please.