Hey guys, sorry the update is late. Soon I'm going to finish the vacation and have a very sad goodbye between Troy and Gabriella as Gabs heads off onto a plane to college. But this is them going on vacation and some stuff they do for the first two days. So here you go.

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"Nearly done, just need to put a couple more things in in the morning," I said, kissing Troy a thank you as we pressed in the last 15 x 5 bar of Hersheys and multipacks of Reese's cups. "Thanks for helping me pack. I could never have done all this myself. Only would have got to sleep at about three."

"You're welcome, gorgeous." he said, kissing my cheek.

"Thanks." I said.

"Well I think we better turn in." he said, taking off his lounge shirt and shorts before climbing into my bed with his boxers on.

"Listen mister, if you're gonna take over my bed, you atleast let me sleep at the wall." I said, walking towards him in his old loungewear. A pair of navy blue shorts and a black, comfortable shirt. All oversized of course.

"Hauughhh," he said, faking a snore.

"Troy, you don't even snore in your sleep." I said. "Just move over."

"Mmm..." he moaned with his eyes deeply shut, pulling the pillow closer towards him. "Gabs, you're so hot in spandex..." he said, keeping a straight face.

"Oh, this is one for the family album, Troy has a wet dream." I said.

"I am not." he said, sitting up.

"Aww, finally, your awake! Now scoot over." I said, giving him the 'do as I say or you'll really regret it,' look and crossing my arms. He knew not to take it further and got out of bed before holding his arm out towards the bed.

"I was just warming it for you." he said. "Your comfy spot awaits."

I laughed and climbed into bed before pulling the covers up over me and wrapping myself in them.

"Heyyy," he whined. "I want some covers."

"Ugh, fine." I said, unwrapping myself while smiling to tell him I was joking and covering him in them too.

"Thank you, princess." he said.

"You're welcome, prince." I said, before my eyes shot open again. "Now you aren't so welcome. You have to pull your weight around here so turn the god damn lamp off." I said cruelly.

"Yes, your heiness." he said, trying not to laugh, as was I but failing, before reaching over and turning out the lamp.

"I'm kidding. Your always welcome, Troy." I said, moving upto the figure lay in my bed in the dark.

"I know." he said, kissing me before we both fell asleep.

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"Come on Gabs! We're gonna be late!" my mom shouted from down the stairs.

"I need my make up wipes!" I shouted down.

"We can get some when we're there, just come on!" Troy yelled.

"I'm coming now! I swear!" I said, zipping it up and dragging it across the landing and taking two steps down the stairs before pulling the case down one.

"Come here," Troy said, coming up the stairs and picking it up, carrying it down for me. We loaded three out of five suitcases into the trunk, and then dragged my two, new Louis Vuitton suitcases and laid them in over the left and middle back seats of the car, while Troy squished up into the right seat.

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"Alright, so kids are we gonna get some food before we go so we're not hungry? It's a long flight."

"I don't mind." Troy said.

"How about we just go to that resteraunt over there?" I said. "Get breakfast. It's only ten so they'll probably still do it."

"Yeah, we've got two hours till boarding."

We went into the smart looking resteraunt and we were seated. We all ordered the same meal which consisted of a syrup drizzled waffle, a syrup drizzled pancake, two sausages, bacon, beans and eggs. But Troy can eat my eggs. I don't like them. Ten minutes later the food came, and as ever, an 'always hungry' Troy dug right into it.

"Foooood," he said when his eyes casted onto it, causing my mom to laugh and me to roll my eyes. He picked up his knife and fork and in a matter of ten minutes all of his food was gone.

"Here babe," I said, handing over one of my fried eggs to him and the other to my mom.

"Thanks babe," he said, bursting the yolk with his fork before eating the whites, drowning in their own yolk. Poor eggs.

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"Hello, welcome to the Maldives." A friendly flight assistant said as we walked off the plane into the blazing heat.

"Jeez, it's hot." Troy said, slowly sliding on his shades before nodding his head.

"Again Troy, don't try to be cool." I said.

"Don't try to fight my coolness baby." he replied.

"You? You're about as cool as those beans you burnt your tounge on then."

"So I'm hot?" he said.

"Nope. But your tasty." I said quietly so my mom couldn't hear.

"I've been told." he said cockily. I nudged him and he looked back down. "By you."

"Good boy." I said, running my hands through his hair as we reached the inside. Troy decided to just stand there, underneath the air conditioning for a minute, before catching up with my mom and I.

We found an extremely tanned lady, holding up a sign reading 'Montez' before we walked up to her.

"Hi, I'm Maria Montez." my mom greeted her. The woman looked at Troy. He actually removed his sunglasses for someone, before folding them and putting them on the neck of his v-neck t-shirt. He held out his hand for her to take.

"Troy," he said cooly.

"Marisol," she said, taking his hand and giggling flirtaciously. Ooh, apparently it means Mary of the Sun. Oooh. Don't mess with her. (A/N No offence if that's your name!)

"Nice to meet you," he said. I stepped in between them, bringing their hands apart.

"Gabriella. Troy's girlfriend." I said sharply. She held out her hand and I shook it before my mom and Marisol walked away. Troy and I walked slower.

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded to him.

"I introduced myself to that chick," he smirked. "Then you got jealous."

"I did not get jealous!" I protested.

"You so did. What was that? Gabriella. Troy's girlfriend. Haha." He laughed.

"Don't mock me." I said.

"Come on, I'm on vacation. In a foreign place. Where you have foreign girlfriends and the real girlfriend will never know." he said. "I thought you said I can tie in my family traditions with yours."

"You're a prick." I said, giving him my maddest look and walking on. He caught up to me and grabbed my arm, making me whip my head around.

"Baby girl," he whined. "I was kidding. You know I lobe you and only you." he said, giving me his puppy dog eyes and talking in his cute voice.

"You're still a prick." I said, leaning into him and smiling. "But I love you anyway."

We walked on to the car and decided to be all lovey dovey and drive Marisol crazy. My mother was trying not to laugh at Troy. "Oh, BABY you are so BEAUTIFUL." he'd say, "I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH," saying all the lovey dovey things louder than everything else. I'd reply "Baby, you always tell me I'm beautiful and the ONLY girl for you. I love you so much." Oh how we laughed.

When Marisol pulled up next to the beach we were staying on, my mom paid her a tip and we went to the reception to check in. We were directed to a tall, tanned, muscular guy in his hotel uniform, who looked about in his twentys. He had black shortish hair and dark brown eyes with thick, long black eyelashes. This might be an opportunity for Gabriella's revenge.

"Hey, Mr..." I paused to check out his name tag. "Covase?,"

"Hello. You can call me Alejandro if you like." he said in his foreign voice. Sexy.

"Okay, Alejandro." I said. "I'm Gabriella."

I held my hand out for him to shake. Nah, shaking hands isn't the 'tropical island', laid back, greeting is it? He took my hand and kissed it in the centre lightly. I giggled like a freak and out of the corner of my eye saw Troy staring at me in disbelief.

"So how long are you staying?" he said.

"Three weeks." I said. "How long have you lived here?"

"Three years." he said.

"Bit of a difference." I said, nodding.

"Just a bit." he said. "Not to worry, you will discover in three weeks as much as I have in three years. It is a magnificent place. I'll tell you all the most beautiful places to go, the best places to eat, the warmest spot on the beach, the best masseus to see. You will be guaranteed this will be a great vacation for you and your family." he said in his foreign accent.

"Thanks," I said.

"This way," he said, gesturing to one of the furthest villas into the sea. I followed his lead. "This is how you open the doors." he said, feeding a card to a slot and pulling it out, a light buzzing green.

"Wow, I've learnt something from you already." I said sarcasticly. "Finally, air conditioning."

"You chose the best and worst time to visit." he said.

"Why's that?"

"It's the hottest time of the year." he said.

"Sweet Jesus." I said.

"So here's lesson two, plenty of sunscreen."

"Got it. I don't really burn easily though."

"Neither do I, that's what I said when I first came here and I couldn't lie on my back for two weeks."

"Ouch... plenty of sunscreen." I nodded.

"High factor." he said.

"What are you, my mom?" I said.

"I don't think so?" he said, making me giggle. "Here's your bathroom." He showed me into a white, glossy, clean bathroom. Complete with a shining, bright white bathtub with gold taps set into a block of beige and gold marble.

"Really? I thought it was a bedroom." I said.

"Funny." he said, as Troy and my mom finally walked in through the front door.

"Hey mom and Troy," I said. "Apparently, this is a bathroom. Yeah right." They looked in and smiled before he took us into the main, spacious room with a television, couch, dining table with six chairs and a small kitchen area.

"Here is the heart of the house, where you can eat, watch television, chill out if it's too hot for you outside." he said before leading us to another room. "This is one of the bedrooms, there is another bathroom through that door and a room for your clothes through the other." he said. We were lead into a spacious white room, with white carpet covering the floor and cream coloured walls. There was a kingsize bed with crisp white sheets set on a dark wood bedframe and two red cushions, with a red throw set on the end of it. In the bathroom, it was exactly like the other. In the bedroom there was a set of double glass doors which led to the deck outside where we could jump into the sea.

"Here is the lounge." he said, showing us a room with two semi-circle white sofas with red and orange cushions on it and a table to match, the whole back of the room being glass where you could look out onto the beautiful, clear turquoise Indian Ocean. He showed us to another bedroom exactly the same as the other.

"Okay, so I'll now show you the back deck." he said, opening a set of brown doors to the back, filling the room with natural light. We all stepped out and saw wooden decking, with a set of metal steps leading into the sea. "Here is the relaxing part. You can get into the jacuzzi and chill out, take a dip into the pool, sunbathe, maybe go for a dip in the sea. No need to worry about dangerous marine life, they don't come out this shallow. They can only possibly come up to that buoy anyway, they mark the electric fence. You only get a shock when you touch it, but it's only a little one. Still scares them away."

"So what marine life can get through?" my mom asked.

"The tropical fish. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?"

"Yes! Millions of times!" I said. Okay so twice. But still, I'd seen it.

"You know the blue fish?"

"Dori?"

"That breed swims around here." he said. "None of the fish are harmful. You can buy snorkels from the shop if you need them. Which reminds me, if you walk up to reception, there is a shop for all of your groceries and food, a few bars, a gift shop and some more rooms. If you want to go out to eat, I'll tell you a place to go. Listen in carefully Gabriella, this is lesson three for you."

I stepped closer.

"There is an underwater resteraunt which you can go for dinner at. It's very popular, so if you want to go, call down at reception and I'll make you a reservation."

"Got it. Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome. Goodbye and enjoy your stay." he said as he gave my mom the key and walked out.

"I'm gonna go out on the deck." my mom said. We stayed silent until she went out of earshot.

"What the fuck was that?" he said angrily.

"Uh... my idea of revenge?" I said.

"Revenge? I only fucking shook her hand and she giggled! You had to go full out didn't you?"

"I'm sorry, I was just being nice." I said.

"It's cool baby. But if I see you with that guy again, there'll be trouble, okay?" he said, giving me his signature smile.

"Got it, and if I catch you fucking Marisol in the back of her mini-van, you're dead meat, boyfriend. Okay?"

"Got it." he nodded, pulling me into a hug before we went outside with my mom.

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Two hours later we were sat outside on the deck with our feet in the clear sea. I leaned into him. His arm was around my shoulders and we were making ripples in the water with our feet.

"You were right." I said.

"About?"

"When you said it'll be great, and we'll be sat in the deck with our feet in the warm ocean."

"Mm..." he said. "Do you want to go get a bite to eat?"

"Sure, I'm a little hungry." I sat, getting up and drying my feet before slipping on some flip flops, which he did too. "Are we taking the mother?"

"If she wants to come." he replied.

"I'll go ask her." I said, going into my mom's room to find her reading a book. "Hey mommy, me and Troy are going for a bite to eat. You wanna come?"

"I'm a little jet lagged sweetheart." she said.

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to bring you something back?"

"If you can sweetie. There's a grocery store near reception or something. Get some money out the purse."

I did as she said and transferred it into my purse before I said thank you and went outside with Troy.

"You ready?" he said, holding out his arm towards me. I giggled and walked forward, taking his hand and walking down to the beach with him. "Jeez, it's hot."

"I know. Alejandro said it's the hottest time of the year here." I said.

"Alejandro?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Now, now Troy. Don't be so jealous." I said, smirking.

We got onto the beach and walked towards a small, cosy beach cafe. We got a table outside and I ordered a pizza with a side order of fries, while he ordered a burger with fries.

"Any sauces?" the waitress asked.

"Mayonaise please," I said, the waitress nodded and walked away.

"Mayonaise? What do you need that for?" Troy said looking at me.

"My fries?" I said.

"You put mayonaise on your fries?" he said, looking at me as if I was some sort of idiot.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Mayonaise and fries?"

"It's gorgeous!" I said.

"I'll take your word for it." he nodded. I opened the sachet and squeezed a patch of it onto the side of my plate and began to dip my fries in it. I looked up and saw Troy giving me a look.

"What?" I said.

"Mayonaise and fries?" he said.

"Try it! You'll see." I said, dipping a fry in it and holding it to his mouth.

"You're alright thanks," he said, turning his head away.

"Just fucking eat it, you wont die." I said.

"Fine." he said, taking it out of my hand with his mouth.

"So?" I said expectantly.

"Shut up." he said, dipping a fry in my mayonaise.

"Told you it was good!" I said.

"I thought you once said you weren't the girl to say I told you so."

"Well this isn't exactly a heartbreaking situation were you're emotionally unstable is it?" I said.

"Shut up and let me eat my fries, woman." he said, making me giggle. "Oh, and you promised me a slice of pizza if you don't remember."

I handed him a piece of my meaty pizza, consisting of plain chicken, beef, bacon and pepperoni.

"Sexy pizza." he said, chewing the bite he just took.

"And I believe you promised me a bite of your huge burger." I said.

"Get some." he said, as I reached over and took the burger from his plate and bit into it.

"Sexy burger." I said, putting it back onto his plate.

Eventually we paid the bill and went to the small grocery store next to reception to bring my mom some food home and stock the fridge. We bought a big bottle of water and some cordial, some bottles of Coke and a bottle of lemonade, and some bread, cereal, milk, sandwich meat, butter, yoghurts, some cookies and more stuff. I made him carry most of the bags whereas I carried two in one hand as I held the small bottle of coke we were sharing. We knocked on the door and mom opened it and we were let in. I swear, the feeling of air conditioning blasting onto you when you're boiling will never get old.

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We had awoken that morning and I had changed into a white and khaki striped bikini with bamboo coloured strings. (A/N, The one Vanessa Hudgens wore when Zanessa went to Hawaii)

Troy had some navy plaid swimshorts and my mom was in a red bathing suit with some white shorts.

"Hey kiddies, I'm going checking out the spa. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Right mom," I said. "See you mommy,"

"Bye Maria," Troy shouted out.

"Troy!" I squealed as he picked me up off my sunlounger and threw me over his shoulder. He stood me next to the steps which lead to the sea.

"Do you wanna go for a dip, babe?" he said. "I really want to go into the sea."

"Sure. We've got some snorkels over there. Grab one and we'll go find Dori." I said.

"You big kid." he said, taking a snorkel from me and fixing the goggles on his face. He turned away from the steps and grabbed the metal bars, putting his feet on the top ones. He went down one by one and went into the sea.

"Is it cold?" I said.

"Nope, it's pretty warm." he said. "It's nice. I'm going on my search for Dori." he winked.

"Wait up," I said, fixing on my goggles and climbing down the steps, putting the snorkel in my mouth. He took my hand and we swam hand in hand, just under the surface of the water. We hoped a big wave didn't come and wash over our snorkels. We came across a yellow fish with a green tail. I squealed and I heard him laugh through his snorkel. He squeezed my hand and we kept swimming. We found a red fish, a whole school of green ones, but unfortunately no Dori.

When we had been snorkelling for a couple hours, we swam back to our villa and took our snorkels of before putting them onto the deck. We just swam around and splashed eachother for a while.

"Shall we swim right to the shore?" he said.

"Uh... have you seen how far away the shore is, baby?" I said.

"Yes, and we'll be fine. I'll even pull you if you get tired."

"What about if you get tired of pulling me and I'm left in the sea all by myself." I said.

"Come on, you've got nothing to worry about. It'll be a nice, peaceful swim. We'll go nice and slowly." he said.

"Okay, but if I get too tired, can we stop?" I said.

"Yeah, come on." he said. I bit my lip before looking out at the sandy white beach with a couple people on it. "We'll be swimming for about forty minutes tops,"

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An hour later we weren't even half way.

"Troy I'm tired..." I whined.

"How can you be tired, I've been pulling you for about ten minutes! I'm the one who should be tired!" he said.

"Baby, you said you'll pull me if I'm tired." I said. "I'm gonna snorkel now though."

"I'm gonna swim out properly." he said, pulling on his goggles of the snorkel and diving down before quickly gliding away.

"Troy!" I yelled after him. He came up for breath and went straight back down again. "Troy! Come back!"

I sighed and swam forward as quickly as I could to try catch up to him. "Troy!" I gasped. "Don't go quick!" I looked around for a sign of him. "Troy? Where the fuck are you? Are you okay?"

I began to panic, looking around frantically. "Troy?!" I yelled. Suddenly I found myself taking in as much air as I could before I felt two hands grip on my feet and pull me down underneath the water. They loosened their grip and we both resurfaced at the same time. He shook his head and his hair flopped over to the left. He gave me a big grin as he tried to get his breath back.

"Troy, you really are a prick." I hissed before going in to hugging him. "Babe, I thought something happened to you."

"Really? Did you think Dori ate my legs?" he smirked.

"No..." I said. "Baby, let's swim. I'm determind now."

"Let's go, babe. At your own pace." he said.

We swam forwards towards the white sand. He let go of my hand and swam further to the left. I looked around at some of the magnificent fish around me. Then I saw a beautiful fish.

It was just off circle shape, a beautiful electric blue colour as it's base colour and then decorated with dark blue black markings on it's side. It had yellow fins and a beautiful yellow tail.

"Troy!" I squealed.

"Yeah?" he said, looking back up at me.

"I've found her!" I squeaked.

"Found?"

"Dori!" I screamed out.

"Where?" he said, swimming over and looking underwater.

"She's there!" I said, pointing down. "She's beautiful." I awed at her swimming around on her own.

I found Dori.

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"Nearly there!" Troy said, swimming a couple more times. I swam eagerly until I felt my drooping feet slide across the underwater seabed.

"Troy, I can stand up!" I squealed."We did it!"

"I know, gorgeous." he replied. I stood up and stretched up. He splashed my un-armed stomach. I clasped my arms across it and squealed.

"Babe!" I said. "That's not fair! I wasn't armed!"

"That's why I'm the best." he said.

Five minutes later, you would have found us running around in pathetic circles, kicking water at eachother, laughing, falling over when the waves hit our sides, then laughing at eachother again.

We got lunch before walking back to our villa, his arm around my shoulders and my arm looped around his bare, dripping wet waist.

"Hey kids," my mom said.

"Hey mommy." I said. "Did you have a good day?"

"I went for the nicest massage I've ever had."

"Well we swam from the deck to the shore and I found Dori." I said.

"Good, hope you had fun. We'll go out for dinner in a couple hours. I'm gonna go have a nap. I might be soaking up the sun, but in return it's soaking up my energy." she said.

I got into mine and Troy's en-suite shower and sighed as the dried salt water ran down off me. I lathered myself up with shower gel and kept it on as I washed my hair and conditioner.

I rinsed myself off and got out and dried myself off. After I went to sleep with Troy on our bed in my bathrobe, I woke up and got dressed in a black and grey floral Lipsy dress. I stepped into some silver, metallic Grecian sandals.

"You're gorgeous," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Ah, shit Troy, that stings." I hissed.

"You got sunburn?" he said.

"I don't know." I said, as he lightly traced his finger on my shoulder.

"It looks kind of red. Wait here." he said, going into the bathroom and bringing back a bottle of aftersun. "Sorry if this stings."

I hissed when the cold lotion made contact with my warm skin.

"Sorry babe," he said as he rubbed it into small circles.

"Stings." I said.

"I know babe, it'll soothe it though." he said, putting it on the other shoulder. "There you go," he said when he was finished.

"Thanks baby. You're the best." I said, giving him a kiss and a small hug.

My mom, Troy and I went to a resteraunt near the beach. It was dimly lit with lights which gave out a warm, orange glow, and had tall orange candles in gold holders. The walls were cluttered with pictures, painted plates and pottery, a giant gold rustic sun and other random clutter, that you'd find in a garage. The walls were painted messily with orange paint, but looked as if peach was mixed in with it. It was cosy.

After we finished our meal, we took a stroll down the beach instead of the footpath. We walked along, the three of us, talking about our memories and laughing at random things. Troy had his arm around me and I put mine around his waist. My mom was holding my hand and after a nice, relaxing walk we returned to the villa. Troy and I decided we were tired, so we kissed my mom goodnight and climbed into our bed. After he applied more aftersun to my shoulders of course. Although we got a little carried away and he ended up giving me a back massage...