I Know What It's Like

Gunshots. A smashing window. A frantic scream. That's all Troy Bolton could hear. He tossed and turned in his old bed, replaying the events of the night. All he could think about was the gunshot that was aimed towards his window. The sound when the bullet hit his window, and the sound of his girlfriends scream when the window smashed into many pieces. He had tried many times to get the situation out of his head, but it never worked. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a door opening did he break out of his thoughts. He whipped around to see his girlfriend standing in the doorway, tears streaming down her face. He sat up and sighed sadly, looking at he sympathetically. He motioned for her to join him on the bed by patting the space next to him. Without hesitation she made her way onto the bed, and immediately wrapped her arms around him.

"I can't get it off my mind," she cried into his chest.

"I know," he sighed, pulling her close. "It's okay. Neither can I." She nodded into his chest but continued to sob into his chest. "Shh, it's okay. Were safe now. No one can hurt us. Just relax close your eyes." She did as told and soon her tears subsided.

"Troy," she mumbled with her eyes still closed.

"Yeah?"

"I…I love you." Troy froze for a moment but then he couldn't help but smile widely.

"I love you too baby." At the sound of his words it was like there was nothing wrong at the moment. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, before bending down and kissing her softly. Much to his surprise, instead of pulling away, she deepened the kiss, maneuvering herself so she was completely on top of it.

"Hmm," she moaned into the kiss, "how about we finish what we started?" He smirked against her lips.

"Well that would take our mind off of everything."

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The next morning the First Family, along with Troy, sat down to breakfast in an awkward silence. No one knew what to say about the previous night's events. It was very clear that Gabriella was still mildly traumatized, as was Michelle. However, the silence was soon broken when Charlie, Greg's personal assistant, walked into the room.

"Excuse me Mr. President. I'm sorry to interrupt, but you have a phone call, it's the FBI director."

"Ok." With that, he got up and left the room to pick up the phone.

"What do you think it's about?" Gabriella asked.

"Probably the statements from the shooters." Gabriella nodded to her boyfriend, before silently turning back to her pancakes. A few minutes later Greg approached the table, and they all turned to him, immediately giving him the hint that they were all wondering what the FBI Director said.

"According to the statements they are Islamic extremists. The language in the statement was very similar to the language in some letters that we have received."

"Letters? As…as in death threats." Greg just nodded, as Troy took Gabriella's hand in his.

"I'm afraid so. The FBI and the Secret Service believe that it is not safe for you two to return to school."

"But we both have finals next week," Gabriella replied confused.

"Well I don't know what to tell you, cause you still can't go."

"I'll talk to someone. I'm sure that they will be okay with it and let you take them here, with a proctor or something," Michelle replied. Gabriella and Troy just nodded.

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"I wanna come over," Sharpay whined into the phone.

"I know I want you to come over too," Gabriella replied. It was safe to say she was pretty bored. She wasn't allowed to leave the building and Troy was spending time with his parents. "But they crashed the building."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"No one is allowed to go in or out. The only people that were allowed to come to work today were my Dad's military advisors and the people that are needed start a war against a country that can't possibly defend itself against us," she replied in annoyed tone.

"Gabs, they shot at you, you should want to get them back," Sharpay replied seriously.

"I know," she sighed, "but the last thing I want is for a war to start. I mean the thought of people dying because of me…"

"Gabs it's not…" Sharpay started, but was cut off when Gabriella heard a knock on the door.

"Sorry Shar, someone is at the door," she said into the phone, before pulling away the mouthpiece. "Come in!!" A few seconds later Mrs. Wheely opened the door. "Hi, Mrs. Wheely, what's up?"

"Your father wants to see you in the Oval." Gabriella just nodded and thanked her, before putting the phone back to her mouth.

"I gotta go Shar, my dad wants to see me."

"What for?"

"I dunno, but it can't be good."

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Five minutes later Charlie was opening the door to the Oval Office for Gabriella.

"Mr. President, your daughter is here to see you."

"Ok, send her in." Gabriella gave Charlie a polite smiled before walking into her father's office. "Take a seat Gabriella." At her father's serious tone and lack of greeting, Gabriella tensed up. She nervously sat down on the couch and her father sat across from her. "I wanted you to hear this from me, before someone else gets the chance to tell you. In about an hour we are going to strike a few military targets in Afghanistan. And within the next few days we will most likely be sending about a thousand troops in." Gabriella froze and her eyes became glassy.

"Dad, please don't," she begged and he sighed. "I know we have to get them back, but these soldiers, they have wives, children, they can't die just because of me."

"I know it's hard Gabriella, but the attacks on you were an attack on our government. It's not like they have a problem with you Gabriella, they have a problem with the philosophies and freedoms of this country. It's the same reason as to why they kidnapped Prince William, it's not as if they don't like him, so they decided to kidnap him. If anyone were to die, it would be for freedom, and for their country. It's not your fault Bella. Don't think that for one second." She just nodded, and wiped away the few tears that had begun to stream down her cheeks. "Why don't you go back to the residence, tell Troy."

"Ok." They both stood up and he kissed her forehead lovingly.

"I love you Bella."

"I love you too Dad," she mumbled. With that, she turned around and walked out of the office. She made her way back to the residence and into the living room, where she knew the Bolton's were. As soon as she walked in they all looked up. The second Troy saw the tears in her eyes, he popped up and rushed over to her.

"What's wrong baby?"

"The war's about to start."

Please Review!!! Sorry it took a little while to update, but I had some writers block, it was like I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know how to put it on paper. I know this chapter is a little choppy, and a lot of different thing happen, but if it wasn't like that it would be three different chapters, which would just drag the story on. And you did get some Troyella fluff. So I hope you like it, a new chapter should be up within the week.