Why hello dear readers. This chapter is quite small. 3,069 words, to be precise. The next chapter will be either sweet, or dramatic. So please choose for me and say in a review! I need you to. I'm aware you couldn't review on the previous chapter, I deleted the authors note. I hope you like this chapter, because although it doesn't look it I worked quite hard on it and even missed my usual television shows to do it. Hmph. Lol, no just kidding. So please enjoy this, I'm sorry if you don't. Remember! Nice or dramatic!? And I mean, very dramatic. As in, people get hurt. :o!
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"No, I love you more." Troy said, as we lay in the bed under the white sheets completely bare, rudely interupted by the doorbell.
"Who the hell could that be?" I muttered, getting up and reading the time was nine thirty. Well, it could actually be a few people, but still, it's just what you say. I pulled on some underwear and a bra quickly.
"Who's that sexy lady?" Troy asked from the bed as I dressed.
"You sound like the forty year old, male half of a crap, perverted marriage." I said.
"Oh, it's her." he said.
"Hush you," I said, pulling on a bath robe. The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming!" I shouted.
"Calm down dear," he said. I walked down the stairs and opened up the door, when someone lunged on me.
"Help!" I screamed, until I realized the person was crying. I looked down and saw black hair and black skin, and noticed her as Taylor.
"What? What?" Troy came running downstairs in his boxers. "Gabby," he said. "It's just Taylor,"
"No shit, Sherlock." I said, rubbing her back. "What's wrong sweetie?" I said.
"Chad," I heard being muffled into my t-shirt.
"Come on," I said, stepping backwards and taking her with me as Troy closed the door and rolled his eyes.
"I guess I'll just go back to bed." he said, walking upstairs.
"Alright babe," I said as I pulled Taylor to the living room and sat her on the couch. "Right, now can I get you anything?"
"A decent fiance." she cried.
"That's every woman's dream, sweetie, I meant like a beverage."
"Coffee please," she sniffed. "Double shot, with milk, and lots of sugar."
"It's not Starbucks." I said.
"I'm sat here crying over my stupid fiance of which it could be over, and you're denying me just one decent coffee? You insensitive bitch," she sniffed.
"Kenco it is." I said, walking away to the kitchen and using my everyday utensils to whip up a coffee. "Here," I said, handing it to her as I walked into the living room. "Is it alright?"
"It's amazing." she nodded.
"Thanks." I said, sitting beside her and closing the door from my seat. "Now what's he done?"
"We..."
"We..." I prompted.
"We..." she stammered.
"Go on, sweetie."
"We had a fight," she cried, collapsing into me.
"Jeez, Taylor, I thought he'd done something really bad."
"What, and this isn't really bad?" she asked retorically. "It's awful!"
"Taylor, every couple has fights. Me and Troy fight on a weekly basis and then make up again straight after. It keeps the relationship interesting and healthy."
"No," she said. "I want a nice, comfortable, always steady relationship."
"Well those relationships don't work." I said. "Taylor, you shouldn't be upset over it. Every couple fights, and I know this is the first for you and Chad, but there are seriously many, many more to come." I said, nodding at the end, proud of my little speech.
"So I wont need the bag I packed?"
"Are you kidding me?" I said. "You packed a bag?"
"I told him to get out of my face, and he didn't leave, so I did."
"Oh god, you've not done something crazy like thrown your engagement ring down a grid, have you?"
"No, no, of course not." she said, lifting her hand which had the privelage of flaunting that amazing diamond ring. "I couldn't if I tried."
"Taylor, go home, babe." I said. "Go say you're sorry, and then he'll say he's sorry, and then have amazing make up sex."
"Okay," she said, taking the last gulp of coffee and setting the mug on the floor. "Thanks Gabs," she said, standing up and giving me a hug. "You're like an agony aunt. Only better. And younger."
"Why thank you," I said, not showing my sarcasm and waving at her as she got into her car. "Bye sweetie," I said, waving to her from the door.
"Bye Gabs, thanks again!"
"Anytime!" I shouted as she drove away. "Just not at nine thirty in the morning when I'm in bed with my boyfriend." I muttered as I walked back in and closed the door.
"She okay?" Troy shouted from upstairs.
"Her and Chad had a fight."
"And she cried?" he said, just as I finished running up the stairs.
"Yep," I said, removing my silky bath robe and climbing back into bed.
"Do you cry when we fight?" he asked, making sure it was normal.
"It depends," I said, snuggling up to him. "If it's a tiny, tiny, one. Then no. If it's a big one and we say mean things to eachother and you leave, then yes, I do." I said, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
"Aww, did I make Gabby cry?" he cooed, kissing my cheek.
"Yeah," I replied innocently.
"Aww," he said, giving me another kiss. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," I said, snuggling up to him even more, if it was that possible.
"So anyway," he said. "I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh my gosh!" I said. "A surprise? Where?"
"Nowhere, I'll have to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you..." he said, pausing a painful pause as I was eager to find out my surprise. "Nope! Can't tell you."
"Troyyyy," I whined.
"Unless, you let me take you out to dinner tonight."
"Hmm, dinner and a surprise? I'll have to think about it." I said sarcastically. "Where we going?"
"Palcinis?" he suggested. "I feel like Italian."
"Me too, now you mention it."
"And I'll tell you your surprise over a nice, candlelit bowl of pasta." he said. "But don't get too worked up over it. It's not amazing."
"If it involves me and you, it will be."
"Then it's amazing." he said. "Now let's change the subject before I give too much away."
"Let's not."
"Gabs,"
"Okay. Do you like my hair?"
"It's lovely."
"Thank you."
"But you suck at changing the subject."
"Great. I'm getting a shower." I said, standing up and walking quickly, since I knew that he would probably get up, run to the shower first, lock the door and get in before me. He's a guy, it's how his stupid mind works.
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"Gabriella, what the hell are you doing in there?" Troy said from the other side of the door as I held it shut.
"Nooo!" I whined. "You have to knock on it!"
"Why?"
"So it's like you're picking me up for a date, idiot!"
"Idiot? Excuse me, I'm not the one holding the door closed just to make me knock."
"Please, Troy!" I said, smirking as I heard him sigh, followed my a knock. I opened it and he grinned.
"Hello, Mrs Montez, is your daughter ready?" he asked. I slapped him.
"Are you trying to say I look like my mother?"
"You're mother is a beautiful woman, I'd take it as a compliment."
"Eww, you think my mom's hot." I said in a naisily voice, giving him a childish point.
"She's my second mom." he said, trying not to say anything that I could make fun of him out of. And failing, might I add.
"Eww, you think your second mom's hot."
"Shut up."
"Let's try this again, shall we?" I said, pushing him out and slamming the door. Knock knock knock. I smiled and opened it up.
"Hello, Gabriella, you look stunning."
"Why thank you Troy, I really already know." I said roboticly almost. "Please, come in."
He walked into the bedroom and walked over to his nightstand and grabbed his cologne before spritzing it on.
"Make yourself at home." I said, making him discreetly chuckle and lie on the bed.
"You look gorgeous," he complimented me as I swirled around in my silver and black, thin material, dip dye dress with a shimmery slip underneath it to make it look like the dress was shimmering.
"Thanks," I said. "You look handsome yourself." I said, perching on the side of the bed and putting my hand on his stomach. "It's ten past six, you want to get going?"
"Yeah," he said, standing up and walking to the door and opening it. "After you, madam." he said.
"What a gentleman," I said, fakely fanning myself and walking out.
"Come on," he said, ushering me down the stairs and out the front door. He went to my door and pulled on the door handle.
"You're supposed to unlock it." I said.
"Oh yeah," he said, fishing the keys out his pocket and unlocking the car, then opening the car door.
"Smooth," I commented, before getting in. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." he said, closing the door and walking around and getting in himself. "So, my beautiful, what radio station would you like to listen to tonight?"
"Err... the one we always listen to?" I said.
"As you wish." he said, not changing anything and pulling out of the driveway and pulling up on the kerb.
"What the hell are you doing?" I said. "Troy, if you're thinking of getting me out and slow dancing with me on the street you can think again." I said.
"No, it's such a nice night, shouldn't we take the roof off and drive really slowly and just look cool?" he said, starting off charmingly and then fading off into his normal self.
"Yes, we shall. But slowly. I did my hair for a reason." I said.
"As you wish, princess." he said, emphasizing princess, making me rise my eyebrows and confront him.
"Troy, if the surprise was that you're going away to Germany for a couple years, tell me now so I can order the most expensive thing on the menu."
"Nope, it's nice." he said.
"So nice that I'll want to order a salad because you've spent too much on me, nice?"
"You're probably at about chicken or steak level. But order what you like, darling." he said.
"I can't wait to find out," I said, as he pulled out again, feeing the fresh, coolish breeze tickle my face. "I bet it's great."
"It's not that great. But it's me and you."
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"Bolton," Troy said to the waitor.
"Oh yes, we've given you a booth in the back, is that alright?"
"That's great." Troy said, taking my hand and leading me to the booth quickly as he followed the waitor.
He handed us two menus and was quite chatty and nice, and then left us to be alone. He was quite young, maybe a student working to earn more cash for college. He had dark hair and along with that, dark, long eyelashes, thick black eyebrows, almost black eyes and it looked like he had eyeliner on, but he didn't, it was just the thickness of his lashes. His skin was tanned, and it looked natural, though the lighting was dimmed anyway. I studied my menu with Troy as we sat beside eachother in the semi-circle shaped, red, leather, comfortable booth. I put my hand on his thigh as I read, and he placed his hand over mine. He ordered a beer for himself, and I ordered a bottle of wine, Troy making sure I had nothing but the best. I kissed him lovingly when the waitor walked away. Eventually we ordered our food, Troy ordering ribs to begin with and steak to follow, and me ordering pasta to begin with and pizza to follow, with a side order of fries.
"So, my beautiful lady," he said. "Got anything on your mind?"
"Well, I can't go on paid vacation forever, and I'm gonna have to go back to work next week." I said.
"Good thing it's Tuesday instead of Sunday then, isn't it?"
"I guess." I shrugged.
"Babe, you'll just have to keep your chin up. If you have to start being a mean boss instead of a cool boss, do it. Whatever it takes for them to start respecting you as the big bad boss again."
"Big bad boss," I laughed.
"That's what you are." he nodded. "And if some of them are making comments, put them on a warning, that'll shut them up."
"Oh my god," I said as I looked to the door.
"What?" he said, turning to see where I was looking. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said, staring at the strange couple.
"This has to be a joke." I said.
"I'm just as clueless as you are." he said.
"That son of a bitch is the rebound guy?" he said. "I'm offended."
"And how can he date her after he dates me?"
"They definately are them, aren't they? It isn't just the lighting."
"Shall I call him?" I said. "To check?"
"Yeah," he said. I whipped out my phone and dialled Matt's number from my contacts list. The male person grabbed something out his pocket and frowned when he looked at the screen. Troy laughed hysterically. "He's not too happy to hear from you." he laughed.
"Shut up," I said, hanging up quickly before he could answer it. "You call Michelle see if she'll speak to you."
"Fine," Troy said, taking out his phone and calling Michelle. I eagerly watched for her reaction as she sat at the table, on a date with my ex boyfriend. She smiled politely and rumaged around her bag and found her phone. I grinned as she double checked what she was reading and pressed ignore. "Bitch!" he hissed. "She hung up on me!"
"She's not too happy to see you, is she?" I quoted him. "I think they're talking about us."
"Oh well," he said, laughing as he stared at them. "I hope Michelle doesn't decide to look to the left."
"I know, I don't quite fancy having soup poured over me, thanks."
"The big mean slut wont hurt you." he said, making me giggle.
"I was the slut, technically."
"Yeah, but if I said you were the slut I'd be the one having soup poured over me."
"Clever man." I said.
"Hi," I saw Troy mouth as he did a little wave and gave a cheesey smile.
"Have they seen us?"
"Yes," he said, still waving at them.
"Stop," I hissed.
"She's not impressed," he said through his teeth so she couldn't lipread.
"I wonder why, now stop waving." I said, slapping his hand and giving Matt and Michelle an apologetic look. I laughed into his shoulder so they couldn't see and let out a relieved breath as they continued their own conversations with eachother.
"You're awful," I laughed.
"I only waved. It's not as if I flicked the V's at her."
"She hates you,"
"I hate her back, don't know how I put up with that for three years." he said, making me lean over and give him a kiss on his cheek, lingering there for a couple seconds. "Oh, I see, so I get rewards if I call Michelle or Matt things." I raised my eyebrow and giggled. "Michelle's a slut, isn't she?" he said, slightly hopefully. I rolled my eyes and went along with it and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "So what would happen if I went over there and poured her pasta over her head."
"I'd be really embarrassed, Matt would try to beat you up, but he'd end up knocked out knowing you, you would be going to jail for assault, Michelle would have pasta in her hair, you would be all over the papers, your reputation ruined, though you really wouldn't be taken back by the Lakers anyway, your basketball career would be over."
"Right."
"But you'd have an amazing night of doing anything you want with me when you got out of jail." I said.
"It all just sounds so tempting." he said.
"Sure. Then when you ran out of money I'd dump your sorry ass." I added.
"What?" he said.
"I'm kidding." I said.
"Good," he said, looking up as two plates came over. The waitor handed each dish to us and we began eating. I picked up my spoon and my fork and twirled the pasta onto the fork with them.
"Want some?" I asked, about halfway through my bowl.
"Mm," he said through his rib nodding. I held it up to his mouth while he finished chewing what he already had in there and swallowed. He paused. Then went for my fork, which I put into his mouth.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"It's yummy," he said.
"Yummy?" I giggled. We finished our dishes and they were taken away.
"So, I bet you want to know what we've come here for, right?" he said, putting his napkin back on his knee.
"Yeah," I said, just udging up to him instead of going crazy wanting to know since I was in a resteraunt.
"How about, tommorow night and the night after, we go into the city,"
"And you'll take me shopping?" I asked.
"I will take you shopping, but we can stay in the Hilton, do some nice stuff while we're there..."
"Aww," I said, giving him a kiss. "A little random trip to the coolest part of Los Angeles, just for me and you."
"It's hardly random." he said.
"Well, there's no reason for it..." I said. "Right?" I panicked, wondering if I'd forgotten something.
"Well it was this time, five years ago, that I first told you I love you. Remember?"
I gazed at him. How the hell did he remember that? My eyes softened and my lips twitched. I just looked at him, and he stared back.
"You know, it's crazy." I said, not changing my tone even though I knew he was uncomfortable as he didn't know what I was going to say. "It's crazy how you can turn from this, hyperactive freak to this amazingly sweet guy." I smiled.
"It's just one of my many qualities."
"See? You've gone back to normal." I said.
"You've got to know what attitude to have at the right time." he shrugged.
"It's crazy." I said, before just slowly creeping forward and hugging him. "I can't wait for tommorow night."
"We can get wrecked..."
"Buy me nice shoes..."
"Fuck in the hotel room..."
"That was what I was going to say," I smiled.
"Wow, I should do this more often." he said.
"You really should." I smiled, leaning in and hugging him.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too,"
"Wow that's kind of like history repeating itself,"
"It's not, now hush up and stop spoiling the moment." I said, still hugging him tight.
"Okay." he said quickly.
Please review! Nice or dramatic, nice or dramatic? Bearing in mind that I'm crap at writing fluff. :S I'm thinking... yes. I know. :D Woopee.