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Chapter 14
Previously:
"That's it! We can see that this household is not working!" Elizabeth said in anger. "You two are moving in with us!"
After a full day of work, it's only right to stuff yourself up with food and hang out with your friends. Troy's crew and coworkers were no different, the day was ending and they were discussing which restaurant to hit and where to get drunk.
"Troy, man, you coming with us?" Harry asked while putting his coat on.
"Nah, thanks man but I think I am going to head home. I have dinner waiting for me there." Troy responded abstinently while checking mail on his phone.
"You know, I've never really gave it much attention, but now that I think about it, your wife is pretty cute don't you think?" Harry smirked while looking at Troy, whose head snapped up the moment his 'wife' was mentioned.
"What are you talking about? She has a completely common face. There is nothing cute about her at all!" he denied quickly.
"And yet you are all eager to get home for dinner…" Harry trailed off.
"You know what? I think I might take you up on that offer for dinner. Let's go!" Troy said annoyed. "In fact, you know what? I am going to pay! Yea, let me treat you all tonight!" There were cheers all around him and he smiled triumphantly at Harry.
"Oh no, no, you should get home with your wife. She is waiting for you for sure!" Harry shook his head and chuckled. Troy went to retort but his phone rang. Annoyed, he flipped it opened.
"What?" he snapped.
"Troy? You have to get home as soon as possible! Come on!" was Gabriella's frantic response. Without any further word, hung up and made his way towards the exit.
"Have fun at home with your wife!" Harry called after him. To which Troy only responded by raising up his hand and showing Harry what he thought.
"So you ask me to come home fast just to eat this?" Troy asked in disgust and pushed the plate away. The food was not that bad, Troy was just still angry about Harry and his teasing. Gabriella ignored his words and rolled her eyes.
"That's not it. FYI, your mother and grandmother were here today." She said and watched his reaction.
"First of, what is FYI? What are you? A cheerleader?" he asked irritated.
"FYI, FYI means for your information and no I can't even walk properly without falling let alone do some cartwheel or flips."
"Don't speak like that then!" He snapped. Then he remembered the second part of her previous sentence and his eyes widened.
"Wait, my mother and grandmother were here? What did they want? Did they do anything to you?" he asked in concern while inspecting her for any injuries, not even realizing he actually showed some care for her. Crazy women, they could have harmed Gabriella with the snap of their fingers.
"Not physically, but they may have mentally." She mumbled, blushing under his gaze.
"Why did they come then?" Troy asked after he was satisfied that she didn't have any bruises or broken bones.
"Well I don't know why they came, but when they came, they started yelling about us not calling them." Gabriella started listing while Troy winced.
"They didn't like how skinny I was, they didn't like the way this household was…" she continued but she couldn't recall any other ones so she went to the conclusion. "and they want us to move in with them next week, so we might as well start packing huh?"
"No, no, no, no, no, NO!" Troy yelled out in frustration. This was not happening, he would go crazy living with those two women!
"Then what are we going to do about it huh?" Gabriella asked while rubbing her face tiredly. It was a long day after all.
"I will tell you what we will do! We will go there tomorrow and we will talk this out. I am not moving in with them even if it meant I would be homeless!" Troy informed her in a desperate voice.
"Oh boy…" Gabriella mumbled and went to clean the dishes.
The drive was very quiet so far. Gabriella was scared as hell and Troy was fuming.
"Ok, so let me tell you something about my family." Troy broke the heavy silence and immediately cleared out that uncomfortable air that was lingering in the car.
"Sure" she answered carefully. Did she really want to know more about this family?
"So my dad, as you know is the coach of LA Lakers. He was actually coaching in Albuquerque's East High School when I was attending it."
"Oh so that's why they looked at me like that!" Gabriella jumped in and immediately flushed.
"What?" Troy asked furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Oh you know, Wildcat, you just married a Knight!" Gabriella smirked when the car stirred from the lane thanks to Troy's shock.
"What?! You went to West High?" he asked incredulously
"Yup." She popped her mouth.
"Moving on!" Troy exclaimed, trying to cover up his disgust. Guess high school just never leaves you.
"My mother is a fashion designer and my grandma, well…she is just my grandma."
"Yea and they don't like me. Got it." Gabriella said.
"Don't worry about my grandma not liking you. She actually has this thing against pretty girls." Troy tried to comfort her. Gabriella smirked and looked at him.
"Are you actually saying that I am pretty?" the question was followed by another stir of the car from the line and few honks from passing cars.
"Then again, my grandma is pretty old, her eyes are not what they used to be and she is turning pretty senile. I don't think recognizes pretty now so you shouldn't really believe her." Troy tried to cover up as fast as he could.
"Yea right." She laughed and looked out of the window, only to find out that they were there. Troy went to open the door but Gabriella caught his arm.
"Wait!" she said and he turned around. A staring contest started and the blue made Gabriella forget what she wanted to say.
"Uh…uhm…I…" she swallowed "wear young ring" she handed him the gold band and slipped one on herself.
After greetings had been done, all four of them sat down on the sofas. Gabriella sat next to Troy and opposite of the two woman, so they had the chance to stare at her. You know the saying "If looks could kill…"
"What are you wearing? Oh my goodness!" Lucille immediately exclaimed in horror. Gabriella looked at herself. She was wearing white skinny jeans, high black boot and a flowery blouse. It was not bad she would say.
"Jeans can you believe it Lucille?" Elizabeth said with a distaste.
"A proper woman should wear dress pants or black pencil skirts only!" Lucille exclaimed. Gabriella only winced and looked down at her hands.
"Mother! She is wearing exactly what a normal woman her age should be." Snarled Troy while glaring at her.
"What honey? I am just merely stating my opinion. Besides, you should be in a suit too! How did we raise you?" Lucille responded in a sweet tone.
"I am wearing jeans. My body, my clothes and the same goes to Gabriella." Lucille decided to ignore his statement and turned to Gabriella again.
"What's with your haircut? It's all long and all over the place! A wife should have it tied back properly and out of the face not like you, hanging down with a fringe over your eyes!" she attacked her again.
"I think it's pretty like this! So we will leave it!" Troy defended her again and Gabriella couldn't help but blush.
"Anyway! You come here like this with no gifts? Is that how you treat your in laws?" Elizabeth said, interrupting the mother and son. Troy opened his mouth again but Gabriella put her hand on his knee to stop him.
"Actually, I do have a gift for you!" she exclaimed and stood up.
"What are you doing? Sit down!" Troy harshly whispered. Gabriella just glared at him and cleared her throat.
"I'm a little tea pot…" and with that she started dancing and singing to the old children nursery rhyme.
"…tip me over and pour me out!" she finished with a side bow. Smiling she opened her eyes only to be faced with a complete silence and three shocked faces. In Troy's case it was shocked/embarrassed face. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as no one what to say, when suddenly, clapping could be heard from the door. There, stood Jack Bolton himself in the doorway, clapping at the performance.
"Little teapot? Seriously?" Troy snickered in laughter for the hundredth time after they had left the car. When he got out of the initial shock, he started laughing uncontrollably and didn't stop even after Gabriella had hit him numerous times.
"Shut up." Gabriella mumbled with a pout and crossed her arms.
"Aw come on! You have to admit that's a bit funny." Troy teased her but Gabriella just shook her head stubbornly and pouted even more.
"I will buy you an ice cream if you stop pouting." Troy challenged her and immediately Gabriella broke into a smile.
After 5 more minutes of driving, Troy stopped the car in front of a convenience store and handed Gabriella 20 dollar bill. She took it but looked at him questioningly.
"I am the most famous star in Hollywood. If I go there, people will recognize me right away. But you are no one so you go and buy it." He told her cockily.
"Idiot." She said but still headed inside the store. When she picked up two ice creams, she headed to the cash register. However, a packet of Sour Patch caught her eye and she changed her mind. Returning pack one ice cream, she took the Sour Patch straws instead and went to pay.
When Gabriella got back to the car, Troy drove them to the nearest park. It was thankfully deserted and so the two went over to the swings. She handed Troy the ice cream and opened her packet.
"Why did you buy yourself sour patch and got me an ice cream?" he asked.
"Well, you wanted ice cream and I decided I wanted Sour Patch." Gabriella shrugged her shoulders.
"But I want Sour Patches too!" Troy pouted and handed her the ice cream. "Change it with me!"
"No way! I wanted them first." Gabriella moved further from him so her candies were out of reach.
"I want Sour Patch." He whined like a baby and pouted. Gabriella looked at him. Who could resist that put, those baby blue eyes that were peeking under his eye lashes? She almost forgot how to breathe. Now she knew how Bella felt under Edward's gaze…phew poor girl!
"Fine!" she gave in and handed him the packet, taking the ice cream cone herself.
The two of them sat on the swings in silence, enjoying their treats and the light breeze that was there.
"Oh, I didn't get the chance to thank you for the recorder properly…so, thanks!" Gabriella said with a smile while eating her ice cream. "I thought you didn't care about me you know. Since you always boss me around and all…" she trailed off with a far away look. Troy didn't say anything for a while and kept swinging back and forth gently.
"You know, if you are really thankful, you will push my swing." He told her, his eyes lighting up with the idea. Gabriella stared at him in awe.
"All right then!" she jumped up and went behind him with a giggle. She started pushing his back, ignoring the zings of electricity that came every time she touched him.
Eventually, Gabriella pushed him enough that he went really high and the speed rose too. However, Gabriella kept pushing.
"Gabriella, stop pushing! It's getting too high." Troy yelped out while going back and forth.
"Why should I?" she responded with a laugh and pushed him even more.
"Come on! It's really high!" he said with an evident fear and irritation in his voice. Gabriella only laughed harder and pushed him even more.
"When I get down from here you are so dead!" Troy threatened her while holding to the swings for his dear life.
Troy's constant yelling and Gabriella's laughter were the only thing that could be heard throughout the whole park in that summer evening as the two continued to fool around in the park.
A/N: not too much drama here! But don't u worry, it's coming! Review!!!!