The next morning Gabriella found herself in the bed in her grandfather's office, she sat up and looked around wondering if maybe everything that she thought happened the night before didn't but when her eyes scanned towards the desk she saw a folded piece of paper leaning up against a pencil holder with her name boldly written across the front. She smiled brightly then leaned over to grab it, stopping in her tracks letting out a low groan when she felt the muscles of her legs, stomach and vagina start to ache; in that moment she knew that last night was real. You would have thought that she would have cried or even frowned when she felt her muscles ache but she actually had a big bright smile on her face because she thought about the good things that happened that night because she ached. Pushing through her ache she reached over to the desk and grabbed the folded piece of paper:

Gabi,

I know that you probably are wondering why you are back in your room instead of in the tree house, well I know that you are afraid of my mother and what she thinks about you so when I woke up around two in the morning I realized that it would be a good idea to be in our respective beds in the morning. Don't ask me how I got you out of the tree house because you wouldn't believe me if I did tell you, I think you even told me not to leave you alone a few times as you hit me in the face. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that no you didn't dream out what happened last night. I'm hoping that you aren't regretting anything; I'm hoping that you remember everything that we talked about last night because I meant everything I said, well all the stuff after I was being a total ass. I just want you to remember that you mean a lot to me.

And with that said I was wondering if you would meet me in the tree house at about 8 this morning, I already talked to your grandpa and he said that you have to go because I'm your babysitter for the day; I somehow convinced him that he should take the day and spend it with his girlfriend. So I'll see you in a little bit.

Troy

She smiled and re-read it a few times before she looked over at the clock on the desk and saw that it was 7:40. She threw the letter back on the desk and ran as fast as she could with her soreness to the shower down the hallway.

She took a scorching hot shower hoping that it would sooth her aching muscles and then spent a long while trying to figure out what she should wear and how she should wear her hair; she didn't have enough time to freak out about her actions but if she would have took a second to think about it she would screamed in her head about being a stupid girl worrying about what a stupid boy thinks of what she looks like.

As she ran out of the house she grabbed her phone off the counter and swiftly jogged out of the door. When she slowly opened the fence to Troy's backyard was when the reality of it sunk in; she immediately felt her heart sped up and felt a little nauseous but once she paused to think about it she actually enjoyed that nervous feeling because it meant that she really did have feelings for Troy. She took a deep breath before she moved her feet towards the ladder with a smile plastered on her face.

To My Dearest Gabriella, she began to read what she found taped to locked door of the tree house:

On the other side of this door is the best day of you're life, are you ready for it? Then all you have to do is knock.

Gabriella smiled as his somewhat cheesy note and knocked on the door but not before slipping the note in her pocket and trying to calm her nerves with a few more deep breaths. She started to hear the sounds the door unlocking and her smile grew even bigger when she saw Troy standing there in a nice button-up blue shirt and jeans with his signature weak at the knees smile on his face.

He silently grabbed her hands and led her into the tree house, what Gabriella saw was amazing, it was like it was a whole different place she had walked into, he did a wonderful job. All of his childhood toys were put away in there respective places, the floor was swept and now that it was clean Gabriella noticed the floor was painted white and there was many hand prints in many different colors with writing inside each hand, she made a mental note to ready what's in each one. There was twinkle lights hanging down from the ceiling and in the dead center was a blanket laid out with a picnic basket resting on the blanket, which as she got closer noticed it was Tonka truck blanket.

"It was the only one I knew my mom wouldn't be mad about if I brought it up here," he replied when he saw her giggle.

"It's cute," she flirted.

"Ugh how dare you say trucks are cute, you are such a girl. Trucks are awesome and manly," he teased with his weak at the knees smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, you're right they are the manliest," she joked along with him.

He helped her sit down before he walked over to the other side of the blanket and sat down himself. Gabriella sat quietly fiddling with her fingers in her lap waiting for Troy to say something; thankfully she wasn't waiting too long.

"So I thought that you would like some breakfast before we start our day, excuse me I mean our best day ever," he replied with once again a bright smile on his face as he opened the picnic basket.

"Sounds like a good plan," Gabriella said with a shy smile.

As Troy revealed what they were going to eat he looked up to see the look on Gabriella's face, he knew that it would make her morning.

"Margarita pizza and chocolate covered strawberries," she questioned trying to hold back her tears.

"Well I did say I could be the man you want me to be, so I decided that I would show you, to prove to you that I'm more then just a pretty faced jock."

Not only did she smile on the outside, her heart smiled as well, "Well so far you're doing a good job."
Troy smiled, "Good, I'm hoping that by tonight I will have convinced you that I can be the man of your dreams."
Gabriella slyly grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite before she responded with, "Well we'll see," with a smirk.

Troy smiled at her flirtatious smirk and grabbed his own piece of pizza.

For twenty or so minutes they sat and ate their tremendously nutritious breakfast and Troy sat back and watched Gabriella with admiring eyes as she nervously spoke, "Oh my God, please stop me. Trust me I've never talked this much in my life," Gabriella said as her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

"I like it when you talk, I love listening to your stories," he responded slowly rubbing his hand up and sown her bare arm, "Not mentioning the fact that you are extremely cute when you ramble on."

Gabriella never ever thought her face could get any more red but Troy knew exactly how to make her blush.

He moved their empty plates out of the way before he scooted over to Gabriella and took her hand in his; she looked up into his big blue eyes as he played with her fingers, "Ms. Montez has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes."

Her response was nothing close to words, well at least spoken words; she leaned in closer to him and connected her lips with his. She was still amazed that when she's with Troy she is not afraid of anything, not afraid to do anything.

The minute they pulled away for much needed oxygen their eyes connected. For the longest time they just sat and stared into each other's eyes as they toyed with each other's fingers. In the short time of knowing each other Troy has realized that the best part of Gabriella is her deep chocolate, heart-warming eyes; he could see her heart in her eyes, he could see all the happy parts of her heart but he could sadly also see all the sad parts as well. It broke his heart to see her heart broken, but it hurt even more now that her very alive brother filled him in on the big family secret, that she wasn't supposed to know about. Though it pained him because she was in pain, it makes him extremely happy to see her happy. Not only was this date for him to excel in her heart but to show her that she can be happy even though all of these things has happened; he wants to only see the happiness in her eyes.

Gabriella didn't whatsoever feel nervous or even blush the whole time she stared at Troy; she felt at peace when she looking into his two oceans.

"Since when does my grandpa have a girlfriend," Gabriella randomly said. Troy couldn't help but laugh," What? It's a serious question." She laughed along with him.

"He met her two years ago, she works at East High, she's the nurse," he answered, he let go of Gabriella with one hand to grab his phone from his pocket, "Oh speaking of which, we are supposed to meet them at school in two minutes."

She just looked at him with a questioning look as he helped her stand up and walk towards the door.

"Oh I forgot to say I loved your extremely corny message you put on the door," Gabriella smiled when Troy opened the door.

"Why thank you, I try."

Troy laced his hand with Gabriella's when they both were back on the ground and led her around to the front of the house while he opened the garage door to reveal his truck.

"I know it's not pretty to look at. It's a work in progress," he said as he opened the door and help her into her seat. Gabriella nodded and smiled as he spoke; she really did like his truck, it represents him very well. She could picture him driving it down the street bobbing his head along with his music.

When he climbed into the driver side of the truck a comfortably situated himself Gabriella reached her hand over to rest on his leg. Not too long after she realized what she was doing she paneled. Instead of pulling hand away immediately she froze, not just he hand but her whole body. Troy felt her body go ridged as he pulled out of the drive way. As he pulled up to the first stop light he reached his right hand down to hers and laced his fingers with hers, once he did that he felt her body relax. It was as if even the slightest touch from him clamed all of her nerves and worries; he just made her feel at peace.

SO HERE IS PART ONE, TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN IN PART TWO. THANKS FOR READING

HANNAH