Sunshine gleamed through the window, hitting her eyes. She moved around a bit when she felt the sun in her eyes, and a cool breeze kissing her face. She slowly opened her eyes a bit, her vision a bit blurry, practically blinded from the bright sunshine. She fluttered her eyes opened, and then looked up at the ceiling. The balcony doors were opened releasing a warm breeze that was as crisp as autumn season, and she felt the nice breeze and the bright sunshine on her face, and sighed happily as she remembered what took place last night. It was kind of painful and made her sore, but also unbelievably incredible and absolutely awesome.
She felt someone holding her hand, caressing it and kissing it repeatedly. She turned her head to the left and smiled, seeing it was Troy. He was kneeling next to her on the bed, his chestnut hair wild that looked really cute. He smiled at her and kissed her hand again, and then her cheek.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty." He murmured.
"Morning to you, too, Champ." She murmured. She sat up in the bed, the blanket draping off her bare body. She leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips. She then pulled back and brushed her hair back. "You know you didn't have to wait for me to wake up. You could have gone out with the others, exploring the rest of Paris."
"And miss watching my beautiful fiancée waking up? Not a chance." He said, pecking her lips several times before he pulled back. He got up and went over to the desk; where on top of it was a tray of breakfast: double chocolate chunk pancakes sprinkled with sugar-Gabriella's favorite-with a side of bacon strips and scramble eggs, and a cup of orange juice. "Breakfast is served my lady." Troy said in a fake British accent. He set down the tray of breakfast on the bed, in front of her. "Would my beautiful fiancée like me to feed her?"
She nodded while giggling. Troy grabbed some whipped cream from the mini fridge and sprayed them on her pancakes, knowing it was her favorite topping on pancakes. He cut a piece of it and put it into her mouth. Gabriella smiled as she tasted the chocolate-ness of the pancake. She looked at Troy with a smile and said "Fiancée. I'm really starting to like the sound of that."
"Well you should be." Troy said, smiling as he fed her another piece of the pancakes. When he fed her the last bite of her breakfast, he dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and then pecked her lips. He ran his fingers through her hair and looked at her for a moment, just smiling at her. "I can't believe we're now engaged, and had sex."
Troy suddenly wished that they could just stay in this suite forever, getting food from room service, and making love to Gabriella on these beds. And maybe even having a small wedding here.
"I'll doubt we'll be able to do that, Champ," Gabriella said, practically reading his mind and knowing what he was thinking just now, giggling.
"I know," Troy said, pressing his forehead against hers, gazing into her chocolate eyes lovingly. "But still last night was completely unforgettable. With the proposal and the love we made once we got back to the hotel, on this very bed. Both were incredible and amazing."
Gabriella nodded, agreeing that both events that took place last night were incredible and amazing. The proposal was a bit surprising, but mostly incredible and amazing. And as for the sex…. it was indescribable. But was definitely unbelievably incredible and amazing. The love they made was more beautiful, passionate, and better than how it's described in romantic novels and show on soap operas and popular romantic movies such as Titanic and The Notebook.
For one thing it was real. In books and movies, they only describe what sex is like. Experiencing it was over a billion times better and also too incredible and amazing to even describe and compare it.
Gabriella wrapped her arms around Troy's neck, pulling him closer to her, and pecked his lips several times. Troy wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbing her soft bare back, and kissed her hungrily and passionately while gently pushing her back on the bed and getting on top of her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. His lips trailed down to her chest, leaving butterfly kisses on it.
"Troy," She moaned, feeling his lips sucking on her left breast and then moved on to her right one. All the soreness her body was feeling when she woke up this morning suddenly was gone as soon as she felt Troy's warm touch and his soft lips. She knew he wanted to make love again. And she also did, too.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he wrapped his arms around her tightening his grip. She could feel his erection poking into her thigh. Before she even knew it, Troy stood up and carried her with her legs still around him, and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
They kissed each other passionately as the water soaked them both. Their tongues were dancing together. Troy explored every bit of her mouth. Finally, they pulled apart for air. Troy grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured a portion of it into his hand. Then, he massaged Gabriella's hair gently. He poured a portion of Dove body wash into his hand and rubbed it all over her body. His fingers massaged her breasts and he felt her nipples harden.
Gabriella did the same to Troy. She shampooed his hair and put some soap into her hand and ran it all over his body. Finally, she grabbed his penis and squeezed it as Troy moaned and put his finger through her opening. They rinsed themselves off, but they did not turn the water out.
Gabriella lifted up Troy's chin to make him look at her as she slowly kneeled down and had taken his erection in her mouth and was giving him a blowjob. Troy couldn't help but moan and wanted so badly to be inside of her.
Troy pulled Gabriella up and thrust into her roughly. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper. He pinched the soft flesh in her butt every time he thrust into her. They came together and Troy pulled out of her. He turned off the shower and grabbed two towels. After wrapping one around Gabriella and the other one around his waist, he lifted her up – bridal style – and carried her out of the bathroom, and gently laid her on the bed and gently got on top of her.
She turned them over, so now she was on the top. She pulled the blanket sheet over them, played with Troy's hair while smiling at him and looking into his eyes, and kissed him with everything she had. Troy pounced on her, pushing her back on the bed in a swift move, pouring everything he felt for her into his kiss.
Finally very slowly they pulled back. They smiled at each other, and pecked each other's lips over a dozen times-some lasting as long as kiss-before they finally pulled back, slowly got up from the bed, and got dressed. Troy put on another pair of blue boxers and threw on a white t-shirt, bleach blue baggy jeans, and a gray zip-up hoodie that was left unzipped, and white sneakers. Gabriella slipped on a white cotton bra and matching underwear, and then changed into her favorite shoulder-off white cashmere sweater, black leather mini skirt, and black leather mid-calf boots. She blow-dried her hair and then brushed it, styling her jet-black hair in loose wavy curls, and then dabbed some soft pink lip gloss on her lips. Troy combed his hair and spiked it a bit, but still left it shaggy.
Gabriella grabbed her purse while he packed his sketchbook into his ratty, old backpack; planning to do some more sketches-mostly of Gabriella. He turned to her and watched Gabriella as she slipped the 'T' necklace and combed her hair with her fingers, the ring's diamond gleaming in the sunlight on her left index finger.
Knowing he was now watching her, Gabriella turned to Troy, smiling her dazzlingly smile that always make his heart melt, blew him a kiss, and mouthed "I love you."
Troy ran over to her, lifted her up, and spun her around and around, making Gabriella giggle her adorable laugh that was music to his ears. Once he gently let her down on her feet and kissed her softly, wrapping his arms around her. Gabriella smiled as she kissed him passionately, melting into his strong arms. Troy lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed, laying her on the bed and got on top of her, their lips refusing to let go of each other. Gabriella deepened the kiss, and soon they were making out passionately.
"Brie, my beautiful fiancée, please give me a reason why I shouldn't rip these clothes off your beautiful body and make love to you again?" Troy asked, between their kisses, teasingly smirking.
Gabriella giggled as she slowly pulled back, her face flush but still she looked beautiful. She kissed him for a long time before she slowly pulled back and traced his lips with her fingers. "Because Champ, my wonderful and handsome fiancé, we made love practically all night last night and just had sex again in the shower."
Troy kissed her again, craving her like crazy, and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands creeping up into her top, rubbing her soft back, and felt her bra strap. Gabriella threw her head back and moaned, gripping onto his hair. She could feel Troy's hands slowly unclasping her bra.
"I can't help, Gabriella. I'm not only in love with you, but I'm addicted to you like drug. You're like a drug I can never get enough of." He told her between kisses.
"What's the cure then?' She asked, brushing her lips against his and slowly pulled back a bit, looking into his incredible blue eyes.
Troy brushed back a loose strand of her deep black hair and caressed her cheek, becoming lost in her big, beautiful chocolate eyes, smiling as he answered "There is absolutely no cure. And even if there was, I wouldn't take it because God knows I love being addicted to you."
Twenty minutes after some passionate make-out sessions, Gabriella gently pushed Troy off her and re-hooked her bra. He took her hand and they walked out of their suite, into the elevator. Inside the elevator, they clasped each other's hands tightly while smiling and gazing into each other's eyes, and exchanged a few very hot, passionate kisses.
When they finally reached the lobby, they checked their cell phones and saw they already had eighteen messages. They listened to the messages the gang left them, saying that they hoped Gabriella had a wonderful birthday, they loved the song Troy wrote for her, and how they gone out, exploring the rest of Paris.
Troy saw he had one more new message that was neither from Gabriella's family or his cousins and sister. He grabbed Gabriella's hand and led her over to the couch. They both sat down, and Troy started to play the last message, putting his phone on the speaker.
"Guess who, Bolton?" The unfamiliar devil-like voice said. "It's the one and only me, Chuck Bass."
Bass. Chuck Bass, the son-of-a-bitch, jackass pervert, son of the devil himself. Why the fuck was he calling him?!
Troy scowled, feeling his blood boiling hot. His phone was almost crushed by the tightness of his hand balling up into a tight fist. Chuck Bass was Troy's lease favorite person in the entire universe, and the biggest asshole in the world.
"Anyway," Chuck with his devilish voice continued. "I bet you're wondering why I'm calling you. Well don't flatter yourself by thinking I, the most popular guy in school, suddenly wants to be friends with you. Because I don't!"
Oh please, Troy thought, rolling his eyes. I would rather eat fucking dog shit than be friends with an arrogant, son-of-the-fucking-devil bastard like yourself, asshole.
"I'm calling because your rude cousins, Sharpay and Ryan Evans, wouldn't give me Gabriella's phone number," Chuck's message went on. "So I had to get your cell phone number from a reliable person. Anyway, I'm calling you to pass on a message to Gabriella. If you're there, Gabriella, and also listening to this message, then happy birthday, gorgeous. I wish you were back in New York so I can give you a birthday kiss. Maybe when you come back, I'll give you a special kiss, and maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll give you more than just a kiss. If you know what I mean. Call me gorgeous. Au revoir." End of message.
Troy deleted the message and shut his phone; his scowl still in place. His fist was so tightly, his knuckle was pale white and his phone was nearly crushed.
Chuck Bass was, without a doubt, the most vial asshole that ever walked the planet. Troy wasn't just mad, he was furious. He remembered how a few days ago at school, he overheard Bass, who finally got back from the hospital with lots of stitches on his face, talking to one of his brainless crony/followers, Drake Johnson. Chuck was bragging about how many girls he slept with, claiming he slept with practically with every girl in school. But Drake reminded him that there are still a few girls he didn't sleep with. Chuck then made a bet with his follower that by graduation, he'd slept with every single girl in the school.
There are only four girls in the entire St. Peters school that Chuck didn't fuck around with: Kelsi Nielsen, Taylor McKessie, Sharpay Evans, and last but not lease…Gabriella Montez.
Troy clenched both of his hands into tight fists, his anger rising and rising and was close to explosion. God knows if that fucking asshole Bass lays even one finger on Gabriella-his Brie, he'll guaranteed him to one-very painful-way to hell where he belongs.
Gabriella gently placed her hand under Troy's chin and slowly turned his head to her, making him look straight at her. She gave him a comforting, gentle and warm smile, trying to forget about Chuck's disgusting message, and slowly stroked his hair. She knew if anyone can clam down Troy when his anger starts to act up, it's her.
She could see the anger quickly disappearing from his eyes, and could feel his tense stiffen body relaxed by her touch. She pecked his forehead a few times, pecking down to his lips which she pecked over a dozen times, kissing them the longest.
Troy cupped her face and kissed her back, smiling as he kissed her, his sudden anger forgotten as he tasted her sweet, spark lips. He continued to kiss Gabriella as he carried her onto his lap. Tasting the sweet sparks from her tongue and feeling her soft and warm lips, his addiction and craving for Gabriella went from high to extremely high. He wished they were back in their suite so as he continued to kiss her, he'd peel off her clothes from her too-beautiful-for-words body and make love to her again.
Gabriella slowly pulled back before things got too hot. She rested her forehead against his, a little light-headed from their passionate kiss, and smiling at Troy, who smiled back at her, as she looked into his eyes. She giggled, and pecked his forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, and then got off his lap and stood in front of him, offering him her hand and said "Come on, Champ. Let's go explore Paris."
Troy took her hand and got up, and walked out the hotel, walking around the Paris city and took a few pictures. They stopped at a few sights, where they got some souvenirs and took more pictures. As they were walking around and holding hands, a man was handing out fliers for a carnival happening today, and handed them two of the fliers.
Troy looked at the flier, and then turned to Gabriella. "Wanna go to the carnival?" He asked her.
"Of course, yeah!" She answered. "I love carnivals."
"Alright, but would you mind if we stop somewhere first?" He asked her, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "It's somewhere private where we can be alone. And it's also quiet and peaceful."
Gabriella took his hand, smiling at him, and said "Led the way, Champ."
Troy surprised her by lifting her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. People who walked by them, turned back to Troy and Gabriella, watching them as Troy carried her off to the place they were going to, and noticed the diamond ring on Gabriella's finger, and whispered the same things among to their friends: "Do you think they just married?", "Do you think they're on their honeymoon?", "Don't they make such a lovely couple?"
The special place they were going to was a meadow a little far away from Paris. The meadow was peaceful, calm and quiet. Gabriella looked around the entire place, couldn't believe no one else was here. She spread out her arms and twirled around and around, her long dark hair blowing in the warm, crisp, wind, and felt the warm sun in her face.
When she was done twirling, Gabriella brushed her hair away from her eyes. She let out a sigh and said "It doesn't even seem like winter here in Paris. It still feels like autumn here," She turned to Troy, who was sitting in a hammock under two shady tress. "How did you find this place?"
Troy shrugged with a smile. "What can I say; I have a talent for finding things, including places." He patted a spot next to him on the hammock and said to her "Come sit with me."
Gabriella giggled as she made her way to the hammock and sat down next to him. She snuggled up into his chest and entwined her hand with his. Troy looked down at her and noticed she closed her eyes, couldn't tell if she was sleeping.
"Last night was incredible, Troy," She murmured to him, with a smile. "Both the proposal part, and the love we made."
Troy wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. He grinned down at her, and kissed her forehead. Then kissed her left hand, the ring gleaming in the sunlight. "I know. It was incredible, both were completely incredible. But when I proposed to you, I was unbelievably nervous. I was afraid you would say no."
Gabriella playfully punched him on the arm. "Hey!" Troy said, rubbing his arm, pretending it hurt. "What was that for?"
She stood up in front of him, placing her hands on her hips, and said "For thinking I was going to say no," She gave him another playful punch, and giggled a bit. She then got serious, sitting down on his lap, placed her hand under his chin to make him look her straight in the eyes, and stroked his cheek and told him softly yet seriously, her eyes serious "You shouldn't have worried, Champ, because I would never say no. I love you, Troy. Much more than you know, and I've loved you since the day I first you. Even though it's early for us to be thinking about theses things, like marriage, I still do think about those things. And I want us to be together forever. I even had a dream that we got married."
"You did?" Troy said her, stunned.
Gabriella nodded, and told him about the dream, explaining every little detail. When she was done, Troy smiled and did something that caught her off guard-he kissed her passionately. She was a bit surprised by the sudden kiss, but eagerly kissed him back, until minutes later she had to pull back for some air. She cupped his face, pecked his lips, and rested her head on his chest.
Troy wrapped his arm around her, pecked her cheek, and stroked her sleek black hair. "Do you remember the dream I had that you were so curious about? Do you want me to tell you about it?" He asked her.
Gabriella nodded while giggling. "It sure is a mystery to me. What was your dream about?"
Troy let out a deep breath, still stroking her beautiful silk hair, and told her with a smile. "In the dream, I proposed to you, and you said yes…." He then told her every detail of the dream. Gabriella smiled at him and kissed passionately for a long and slow moment. Troy smiled her and then pecked her lips. "I then had another amazing dream last night after we made love," He told her. "I had a dream that took place five, or maybe even six years, in the future, after we finished collage and got married. We had two adorable kids-mini you and me-, a dog for pet, and lived in a huge, amazing house near the beach in LA. I came from work, taking off my jacket and loosening my tie, and then our kids ran toward me, jumping on me and hugged me, saying 'We missed you, Daddy.' and 'We're so happy you're home.' Our dog came, running to me. He-or-she-jumped on me, nearly knocking me and the kids down, and licked my face all over. I had the slobber off my face with my jacket that I bet was expensive,"
Gabriella giggled, and he smiled at her, love hearing her musical laugh. "Anyway," He continued "Finally you came out of the kitchen and walked to me, wrapping your arms around me, covering me with kisses. When you pulled back from the kisses, you held my cheeks, pecked my lips, and said 'I also missed you, too. You should know by now, Mr. Bolton, that when you're gone, Mrs. Bolton misses you like crazy. I'm so glad you're home.' Then you kissed my cheeks and then my lips. Like this." He lifted Gabriela's chin up, and then kissed her cheeks and lips.
Gabriella giggled. 'Okay, so I did this in your dream," She said, and then kissed his cheeks and his lips for a long minute. "So what happened next?' She asked when she pulled back from the kiss.
"I looked around the big, beautiful house we lived in, and then looked down at our golden retriever dog. Then looked at our adorable little kids. And then lastly gazed at my beautiful wife, you. I sighed happily, thinking this is exact how I want my future to be: you in it."
Gabriella smiled happily at him, touched. He was dreaming about the future, of them together. She cupped his face and kissed him passionately, pouring everything she felt for him into that kiss. Troy pulled her closer to him, grinning as he kissed her back, deepening the kiss. He then slowly lay flat on the hammock and pulled Gabriella on top of him, their lips refusing to let go of each other, and doing a dance. The passionate kiss got deeper and deeper until the kiss turned into making out.
Gabriella turned then around, so now they were lying on their sides, still kissing each other passionately. Troy flipped them over, so now he was on top of her. After making out for over half an hour, Gabriella slowly pulled her lips away from Troy's. She smiled at him, and said "I love you, Troy."
"I love you, too, Gabriella." He said, smiling down at her.
They kissed passionately again for over a minute. Slowly they pulled back, and lay together on the hammock, side-by-side, and their hands tightly clasped together. Gabriella turned to Troy, and lightly brushed his hair with her fingers. Troy closed his eyes, smiling feeling at ease by her touch. He then heard her humming a song as she stroked his hair.
"What are you humming?" He asked her, re-opening his eyes and turned his head to her.
"My song, Angel. The one that's going to get recorded at a real recording studio thanks to Ryan." She told him.
"Will you sing it for me?" He asked her, smiling at her.
"Okay," She said. She cleared her throat, and then began to sing the beautiful song.
A.n.g.e.l
A.n.g.e.lnna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Just like a shadow
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
And let it guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
Tell me what to do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm go
Just like the moon
I'll step beside
And let your sun shine
While I follow behind
Cause baby what ya got
It is with all the props
With everything I'm not
Tell me what to do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gona be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Tell me why there's so many good men
And the world's misunderstood
He's a dog, he's no good
I wish somebody would
Disrespect my man
You're gona have to come see me
I go hard for my baby
He's all that I need
So if you got a good one
Put your hands up,
Come on girl and stand up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, put your hands up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, stand up
Come on girl, and stand up
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gona be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
"Wow, that was beautiful, Brie," Toy said. "Did something inspire this song for you?"
Gabriella nodded. "A guy, who is very special to me." She noticed the jealously in Troy's eyes, and giggled. She decided to tease him some more. "He's sweet, really great-looking with beautiful blue eyes, shaggy chestnut hair, and a hot muscular body," She said, seeing the jealously growing more and more in Troy's eyes. "He's also caring, charming, understanding, and the most unique and sweetest guy in the world. He also…proposed to me on my birthday."
Troy was plotting in his mind on finding the guy who Gabriella was talking about, and killing him, and was about to protest, until he figured out that she was talking about him. He chuckled, feeling idiotic for being jealous; Gabriella told him over a thousand times that she loves only him and he's the one for her. But he decided to at lease punish her for making him jealous. He pounced at her, turning them over so he was on top of her. He pinned her down, and then sucked hard on her neck, creating a new hickey.
Troy slowly pulled back, and gently brushed her new love bite, and said, smirking, "That's what you get for making me jealous."
Gabriella giggled, and then kissed him softly yet passionately for a short moment before pulling back. "I'm sorry I made you jealous, but I'll admit it was funny. You should know by now that you're the perfect guy for me Champ. You're my fiancé, my soul mate, and the love of my life." She said before kissing him again. "I love you." She said, when moments later she slowly pulled back, smiling at him.
"I love you, too. You're my soul mate, my beautiful fiancée, and the love of my life," Troy said, and then kissed her for a slow moment before pulling back. "You really are my angel, and I love that song. Maybe that can be our wedding song."
"Our wedding." She said, dreamily. She lay on his chest, nuzzling into it. Troy wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly, and kissed her head. "When do you think the date of it should be?" She asked.
"How about Valentine's day?" Troy said as he rocked the hammock back and forth, holding Gabriella's hand, and planting a sweet kiss on it, seeing the ring shining on her finger.
Gabriella played with a loosed strand of her hair, thinking about it. Finally she shook her head, and said "That does sound really romantic, but I don't know, it also sounds expecting. So many of my relatives have already had their wedding on Valentine's day"
Troy nodded and played with her hair.
"How about in the fall? Autumn weddings are really lovely." Gabriella suggested.
"That does sound nice," Troy said, thinking about it. "Then again…." His voice trailing off.
"Then again what? You have another idea." Gabriella said.
Troy embraced her tightly in his arms and stroked her hair. He looked down at her, seeing the warmness in her beautiful eyes and smile. "I was thinking," He told her. "That maybe…we should have the wedding in the summer, maybe this July and August."
"You mean after we graduate." Gabriella guessed.
"Yeah," Troy nodded, a light blush appearing on his face. "Unless you think that's a dumb idea." He quickly added.
"No," She assured him, actually liking the idea. "I actually like it. A summer wedding. I really like the sound of that."
"I'm glad." He smiled at her.
Gabriella sighed as she played with Troy's chestnut hair. "You do realize, Champ, that we have to talk everyone else right?" She said.
"I know," He answered. "Jackie already knows about the engagement since I told her about the engagement ring as your birthday gift. So that just leaves Sharpay, Ryan, our parents, Mark, Jason, Tia, Isabella, and the rest of our family members." He then thought about the time when they should tell the others about their engagement, and then had an idea. "Remember how we're going over to your house for Christmas dinner?"
Gabriella nodded.
"Well how about we tell them about the engagement then. We can tell them together."
Gabriella nodded, agreeing with that plan. "Sounds good. I can already picture the looks on their faces when they tell them. Especially my brothers and your mom."
Troy nodded, going along with that vision, already picturing the looks on the other faces when they tell them. "I know they're going to think we're rushing things, we should wait until after collage, and you and I are going to have sit through hours of instantly long lectures. I know they might, and undoubtedly, think we're rushing things, but…" He turned to Gabriella and looked deeply into her big chocolate orbs of eyes, and smiled, holding her tight. "I know what we're doing. I know you're the one for me, and I want us to be together forever. Sure, we'll need to figure some things out, but…we love each other and we know what we're doing. I want to marry you, Gabriella. I want you to be Mrs. Gabriella Bolton."
Gabriella giggled, and then sighed but happily, holding his hand and kissing it. She caressed it, and looked up at Troy, looking deeply into his ocean blue eyes, and smiled at him. "I do, too. Every time I picture the future, I see you in it, with you as my husband and me as your wife. I want that future to happen. I want to marry you, too, Troy."
They leaned in closer to each other, until their lips connected and they shared a deep passionate kiss. They kept kissing and kissing, practically for over ten minutes until they finally pulled back to catch their breath. Gabriella got up from the hammock to do some stretches. She turned back to Troy, who turned to the left side of the hammock and sat up, and patted his lap, wanting for her to sit back down on it.
Gabriella giggled as she sat on Troy's lap, leaning into his chest, resting her head on it. Troy wrapped one arm around her while resting his other hand on Gabriella's lap, caressing her soft hand. He used his feet to move the hammock, rocking it slowly back and forth.
Gabriella closed her eyes, nuzzling into his chest, inhaling Troy's familiar sweet scent, and letting out a sigh. She felt the warm, bright sun gleaming through the tress, shining on her face. And felt the crisp wind blowing in her hair.
Troy gently brushed back her hair with his fingers. "So have you decided what collage you want to go to?"
Gabriella pulled back and looked at Troy, surprised by his sudden question. She stared at him for awhile until she suddenly burst into giggles. As she still giggled a bit, she rested her head on Troy's chest. Finally when she was done laughing, she sighed as she looked into his eyes, and her eyes trailed down to his hand. She traced the patterns on the palm of his hand and answered "I've applied to over a dozen collages. My dad says he's sure I'll be getting early admissions to them. Jason and Mark are hoping that I decide to go to Yale. But…I really want to go to Berkeley.
Troy's deep blue eyes widen in surprise. "Berkeley in California? Are you serious?"
Gabriella nodded, and then lightly punched his arm, giggling a bit. "Don't act all surprise," She then just shrugged. "I don't know why, but I just see myself more there for some reason. Besides it's a really good school, and is in sunny California. I always wanted to go there."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act all surprise, but I couldn't help it, because I also want to go Berkeley collage. I wanted to go there since I was a kid, and also because my dad went there. I'm now glad that you went to go there because if we both get accepted into Berkeley, we could live in a nice apartment near the campus and be together, without having to worry about long-distance relationship and being separated from each other." Troy said, squeezing Gabriella tight in his arms, already picturing it.
Gabriella played Troy's vision of collage life in her head, and smiled, also already picturing it. They could live in a cool loft apartment that's close to Berkeley collage. She'd make flashcards to help them study for tests, and help him with his homework that would get him frustrated. They'd make dinner together, have nonstop make out sessions, and make love at the night. It sounded perfect!
"It'll be like having our own little love pad," She giggled. She then started to think about the wedding, a thing was dreaming about since she was a little girl.
"I think I have a date." Both she and Troy said at the same time.
"For the wedding?" She guessed.
Troy nodded with a smile.
"So do I. You go first." She said.
Troy entwined his hand with Gabriella's, playing with her soft fingers. "Well," He said slowly "How about we have the wedding on July 18?"
"You're not going to believe this, but I was thinking the same thing. Its sounds perfect," Gabriella said. "I can't believe we were thinking the same thing."
"Well great minds do think alike." Troy reminded her before kissing her cheek. "So it's settled then. Our wedding will be held on July 18."
"At a nice church in LA." Gabriella added.
"At a nice church in L-what, what, what?!" He began to say, but then realized what she said. "LA? As in Los Angeles in California?!"
Gabriella giggled, nodding yes. "Yes LA. Since we're both planning to go to Berkeley collage and live in a nice apartment, why not have our wedding in California."
"But Brie, are you sure?" Troy asked her, wanting to make sure she was sure about this. "Don't get me wrong, I want to have our wedding in LA. But I want to make sure you're 100% percent sure about this. After all, you lived in New York City your whole life. I thought you would want to have our wedding there."
Gabriella shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled back from him, and placed her hand under Troy's chin to make him look straight in her eyes. She leaned closer to him, their foreheads pressed together. "I'm 110% percent sure about this, Troy." She said softly to him, looking deeply into his piercing blue eyes.
Troy looked deeply into her eyes, to see if she was positively sure about this. Not that he doesn't believe her. Gabriella is the most honest person he ever met, who never told a single lie in her entire life. But still he looked deeply into her eyes to make sure she was sure about this. Inside her beautiful chocolate brown orbs for eyes, he saw absolute certainty in them.
Troy smiled; glad to know she was certain about this. He was definitely excited about the wedding, even though its months away, and was also excited that it was going to take place in LA, his home city. He cupped Gabriella's face and pecked her over a dozen times from her forehead to her lips. He then gently laid her head back on his chest, and embraced her tightly in his arms. He continued to slowly rock the hammock back and forth, using his left hand to gently stroke Gabriella's sleek black hair while using his right hand to gently rub her back. He slowly closed his eyes with his smile still on his face, his mind feeling at ease thanks to his beautiful black-haired fiancée, Gabriella.
Gabriella closed her eyes as she nuzzled into his chest, with a smile on her face." So it's settled then our wedding will be on July 18, at a nice church in LA."
Troy nodded and chuckled a bit. "I can't wait. I know our wedding is going to be amazing."
Gabriella nodded, agreeing with him. She also couldn't wait until their wedding happens. She giggled a bit, and then sighed. "I can't believe we're actually getting married. I can't wait until it's finally happens," She murmured, earning a kiss on the head from Troy. "And it seven months away. Even though we have plenty of time, there are still a lot of things that we need to do and get done. I just want us to be prepared. For example, what should the theme for the wedding be? Do you think it should be all white, or maybe black and white?"
Troy thought about this for a moment as he played with Gabriella's dark silky long hair. Finally he answered "I say we should stick with just a white wedding. Besides think about it; the whole black and white theme seems like it should be for a wedding in October. The just white one seems better for a summer wedding."
Gabriella nodded. "You're right. The whole white theme seems better and perfect for a summer wedding. I can already picture it. Our wedding at the perfect church. Me in a beautiful, perfect white dress with a veil. You looking like a prince in your tux. Isabella can the flower-girl. Sharpay will be the maid of honor, while Tia, Jackie, Taylor, and Kelsi can be the bride maids. My dad will give me away." She said, already imagining it.
"Yeah. And Ryan and Chad can be my two best men. Mark and Jason can be the ushers," Troy said, already picturing their wedding. He then chuckled. "I can already see my mom sitting in the aisle, crying her eyes out, and everyone crying before the ceremony even begins."
"Yeah, and there's no doubt that Ryan will videotape the whole thing while being one of your best men. Jackie will, no doubt, start taking pictures when I walk down the aisle," Gabriella added, and then sighed happily. "I can already see us dancing to our wedding song. And can smell our delicious wedding cake, which I hope is going to be chocolate."
"Hell yeah, it's going to be chocolate." Troy said, and then they both shared a laugh.
They then were silent. The silent wasn't awkward, instead nice. Troy and Gabriella just enjoyed the silent as they listened to the gentle wind blow, lost in their moment as they held each other tightly, their minds wandering as they thought about their dream wedding that was only seven months away.
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"That was so much fun," Gabriella said as she used her room key to open their suite and walked into it. "I haven't been to a carnival for almost two years."
After having a peaceful hour in the meadow, they went to the carnival and had a blast. They rode every ride-and went on the roller-coaster twice, and the spinning tea cups over three times. Ate some carnival treats, such as soft pretzels and fried dough. And Troy won her a prize, an adorable teddy bear.
Gabriella cuddled the teddy bear in her arms, and giggled, remembering something that took place at the carnival "I was laughing so hard when you were screaming like a scared little girl."
"I will have you know, Brie, I wasn't the only one who was screaming on the roller-coaster, thank you very much." Troy said, taking off his black leather jacket and then his gray hoodie, and piled them on the couch.
"Yeah, but you were the only one who was screaming like a little girl the loudest." She added while giggling. She then grabbed her pajamas and made a run to the bathroom to change, and before Troy had a chance to get her.
Troy banged the door and said "You are so lucky I love you, otherwise I'd get you."
Troy then grabbed his pajamas and changed into them. Next, he called Room Service and ordered a large pepperoni pizza, French fires, barbeque chicken wings, and for dessert, chocolate cake and two hot fudge sundaes.
He sighed as he hung up the phone. Troy then jumped on his bed and laid on it, looking up at the ceiling. He traced the bed sheets with the fingers, and could easily tell they were new sheets changed by the maid. It felt strange to him lying in this bed. Strange, but in a good way. An indescribable and amazingly incredible event took place last night, on this very bed. Flashbacks of the love-making event that happened last night on this bed replayed in his head, making his heartbeat faster than the speed of light, and his member was twitching so much you'd think it was about to explode.
Troy closed his eyes and took deep breaths to control himself. Though it did little, the exercise did at lease calm him down a bit. The next thing he heard was a cart being rolled in, some murmuring, and the door closing. And the next thing he felt was someone sitting on top of him, giggling, and softly kissing his forehead. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled, seeing it was Gabriella, dressed in her black lace-trim tank top and boy shorts nightwear, sitting on his stomach, and gently stroking his hair.
"Hey Champ. I hope I didn't wake you from your nap." She murmured, and kissed his forehead.
Troy shook his head 'no' as he ran his hand through her hair, feeling it sleek silkiness, and brushed it down to the tip, He saw the diamond ring was still on her finger, and smiled, hoping she'll never take it off. He looked up at her and said "I wasn't taking a nap. I just closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and thought about some things." He then eyed the Room Service cart with their dinner near the corner. "Let's eat."
Giggling, Gabriella nodded. They got off from the bed, brought the cart closer to them, and ate their meals and drank sodas as they watched an old movie called Breakfast At Tiffany's on the wide-screen TV. When the movie was finally over, they went outside to the balcony, Troy and Gabriella stood side-by-side, with their hands entwined together, as they looked at the beautiful night sky and the stars glittering like tiny diamonds.
"You wanna know something?" Gabriella asked Troy quietly, a few minutes later, and turned to him slowly.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" Troy said, turning to her.
Gabriella smiled at him and squeezed his hand gently, caressing it. "This was my birthday wish-that you and we would be together forever," She looked down at her beautiful engagement ring, and then slowly looked back up at Troy, smiling more at him with some tears in here eyes. "And thanks to you, my wish came true." She placed both her hands on Troy's chest, leaned closer to him, and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Troy wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back passionately. Gabriella could feel him grinning as she kissed, and she, too, also grinned. Slowly she pulled back and brushed her lips against his. "I could kiss you forever," She murmured, brushing her lips against his. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, caressing his cheek and smiled at him. "I want you to always remember this. No matter what anyone says, you are a champion. You're a champion, my Champ. I love you, Troy."
Troy tightened his grip around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. No one has ever said that to him before, not even his own parents, and it meant a lot to him, especially since it was coming from Gabriella, his angel. He smiled at her and kissed her passionately. Gabriella kissed him back, slowly with deep passion and love as she wrapped her legs around him. Troy placed one hand behind her, touching the back of her head as he continued to kiss her, craving her like a powerful drug he can never get enough. He carried her back inside their suite, to the bed. He sat on the couch and carried Gabriella on his lap with her legs still wrapped around him. Their kiss was slow and deep, yet with hunger and passion.
Gabriella slowly pulled back from him, and gazed into Troy's eyes. His eyes were dark shade of blue filled with love, lust and intense. Troy looked deeply into her eyes, without saying a single word to her. His craving for her was growing more and more powerful. He didn't only love Gabriella, but he needed her and wanted her. He played with the hem of her night tank top, and slowly pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor. He then delicately peeled off her boy-shorts; Gabriella helped him out by unwrapping her legs, and then re-wrapped them around Troy once he got them off. He tossed her boy-shorts to the floor. She moaned as his hands began to claw at her now naked body. She then peeled off his blue t-shirt and tossed it to the ground.
They gazed at each other, their stares intense with love and lust, being addicted to each other. Troy slowly reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a spare condom .Gabriella then brought her lips back to his. The kiss was passion as it was hungry, and he bit down onto her bottom lip, tasting the blood where his teeth pierced the skin. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she let out a loud groan as she ground her hips into him. Unable to control himself any longer, he gripped her waist and swiftly flipped her over so she was now lying on the bed. She pulled him down on top of her whilst sliding her hand into his boxer shorts. He let out a deep moan and frantically pulled his shorts off, desperately needing to feel skin against joined together in an intense mutual need for each other. Their coupling was fast, frantic and rough. Teeth clashed against teeth, nails dug into skin and limbs fought with limbs. Finally at the height of their pleasure, they came together calling out each others names.
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He moved around in his bed. Flashbacks of what took place last night played in his head. Troy moved around a bit and slowly opened his eyes, sitting up in the bed. He glanced at the clock and saw it was seven in the morning. He then looked around the suite for Gabriella, and saw she was gone. After they made love practically all night last night, they feel asleep in each other arms with smiles on their faces after having amazing sex-again and again.
Troy got up from the bed, brushed his teeth nut decided to skip the shower, and changed into a white wife-beater and black jeans and threw on his sneakers. He looked around the suite to see if she left him a note, but didn't find one. Where did she go? He thought. He decided to check the lobby. He left the suite, and rode the elevator down to the lobby. He checked around and saw she still wasn't there. He looked around the entire hotel, not really knowing where he was going. His feet led him to the activity area of the hotel. He passed the gym, where he saw Mark, Jason, and Ryan working out. He then passed the pilates class where he saw Sharpay, Jackie, Tia, and even little Isabella doing pilate exercise. The last room he didn't check was the dance room. He heard music being played and could hear footsteps. Curious, He opened the door and went inside the dance studio.
Inside the dance studio, he saw Gabriella, dressed in a black wife-beater, a light pink short hoodie, grey capris, and black converse sneakers, dancing to her iTouch as it played on the iPod speakers. He quickly hid somewhere so she wouldn't see him, and couldn't resist taking out his cell phone and recording Gabriella as she danced to her music, obviously enjoying herself.
Gabriella danced to Janet Jackson, Kat DeLuna, and Paula Abdul. Troy noticed as he captured her on his cell phone, wishing he could have borrowed Ryan's camcorder, that Gabriella's dancing was really good. In fact it wasn't just good, it was awesome and amazing. The way she was dancing, you'd think she was eighteen year old version of Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul, the queens of dancing.
Guess Mark wasn't kidding when he said dancing was the Montezs' family gene; the way Gabriella was dancing, you'd think she was related to Paula Abdul, gifted with her dancing gene.
As Gabriella did a high-kick and spin move to Paula Abdul Dance like there's no tomorrow, she saw Troy from the corner of her eye, seeing he was hiding and capturing her dancing on his camera phone. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was amazed by her incredible dancing, and noticed how his blue eyes couldn't take his eyes off her and her body.
An idea formed in her mind, and Gabriella smirked. She decided to tease him. When the Paula Abdul song ended, she walked over to his iTouch and selected to play the sexiest song on her iPod, Britney Spears Slave 4 U. She smirked, feeling Troy's eyes on her and widen in surprise. She let out a small giggle, looked at her reflection in the wall mirror, and began to dance, moving in perfect rhythm and adding her own sexy moves to her dancing.
Troy slowly out down his cell phone, his eyes and mouth wide. He could feel his heart beating fast and nearly jumping out of his chest as he watched Gabriella moving her hips, touching herself, and dancing dirty to the Britney Spears song. His eyes watched her every move, his heart beating faster and faster by the second, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Troy's eyes watched Gabriella as she turned her back to the mirror, her hips moving sexily to the music. Knowing he was watching her and obviously couldn't take his eyes off her, Gabriella decided to tease him more. She slowly pulled the rubber hand from her hair, undoing her ponytail and letting her beautiful jet-black hair cascading beautifully down her back. She then slowly unzipped her light pink hoodie; Troy saw that the hem of her black wife-beater was right above her belly. His eyes followed her as Gabriella sashayed her way to the stripper pole and danced dirty and naughtily to the next iTouch shuffle song, Cassie Me &U.
Troy walked more and more away from his hiding spot, couldn't dare take his eyes off Gabriella. As she did a spin on the stripper pole, she turned her head to Troy, seeing how wide his eyes were and sweat dripping from his forehead, and smirked. This is going better than I thought, she thought. She enjoyed teasing Troy so much that she decided to do some to him.
Gabriella lifted up her finger and beckoned him to come to her. Shaking and sweating with anticipation, Troy practically zoomed his way over to her. Gabriella placed her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as lightening, and smirked more. In one swift move, she placed Troy's bottom on a chair and lifted his chin up so he could look at her. Her pink hoodie was behind the chair and she quickly grabbed it, tying Troy's hands with it, tying it tightly behind the chair. She knew this would drive him nuts.
His heart beat was so fast that it nearly jumped out of his chest, and his member was twitching as fast as his heartbeat. Troy could barely contain himself as Gabriella danced dirty and sexily in front of him, shaking her beautiful booty and running her hands through her beautiful body. He knew she was doing this to tease him and it was working, He wanted so badly to touch her, but couldn't because his hands were tied up.
Gabriella smirked devilishly as she got closer to Troy and sat on his lap, doing a sexy lap dance for him. She saw sweat dripping from his face, and could feel his heart practically jumping from his chest, caressing her breasts. Troy's mouth dropped at the sight. Her teasing was too powerful for him and was driving him bonkers. He needed to touch her!
Troy threw his head back, his eyes closed, and moaned loud as Gabriella lifted up his white wife-beater and brushed her lips against his chest, not really kissing it, teasing him more.
"Brie…"He moaned.
"Mmm." She said, while brushing her lips on his neck.
"I…need…" He tried to say while moaning.
"You need what, Champ?" She smirked, brushing her lips up to his ear, and blew into it.
Troy let out a loud moan. "I need…you to untie my hands. I need to touch you. Please!" He begged while moaning.
Gabriella smirked a huge smirk, enjoying that she teased him, but decided he has had enough. Giggling a bit, she slowly untied his hands and set him free. Troy rubbed his wrists and looked up at her; his eyes were intense with lust and love. He pulled Gabriella's wife-beater off her, tossing it aside. No bra, just Gabriella and her beautiful bare chest. He then pulled her to him, crushing his lips against her, and making out with her passionately and hungrily. While she kissed him, Gabriella played with the hem of his white wife-beater before pulling it over his head and tossing it aside with her shirt. She moaned and gripped onto Troy's hair as his lips went down to her breasts, sucking on each of them, and then went back to her lips, kissing them passionately. They made out for awhile, without their shirts, until they slowly pulled back to caught their breaths.
"Enjoy the show?" Gabriella teased, once they got their shirts back on. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
Troy wrapped his arms around her and smiled back at her. "The show and dancing, yes. The teasing and how I didn't get to touch you, no." He pecked her lips several times before pulling back.
They looked at each other for a moment and kissed passionately, knowing it will soon be like this forever.
(A/N: So what did you think of this chapter? Good? Awesome? Please leave reviews to let me know. B.T.W, if you guys have ideas or suggestions for Troyella's wedding, plase email me. I can use some ideas. Thank you for reading excitement! You guys rock!)