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Okay, you all took that separation thing a little bit too seriously. Okay, maybe, you didn't as much, you but you all sounded like they are going to break up permanently. Come on, it's me! I am a sucker for Troyella. Trust me and read please. Keep the death threats to a minimum.
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Read To Understand!
Okay, to tell you the truth, with all the 'a week later's' I have kinda lost track of what month it is. From my calculations, with this chapter it's the end of the second week in July. Just so you know. And Serena's wedding is August. So, yeah. Even if I am wrong, its the end of the second week in July!
This Too!
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You, doin' that thing you do
Breaking my heart into a million pieces, like you always do
And you, don't mean to be cruel
You never even knew about the heartache
I've been goin' through
-- That Thing You Do, by The Wonders
I hopped down off the life guard tower during my break at four a week and a half later only to be met by Troy waiting for me. When I got my cast off, I asked Mr. Fulton if I could become a life guard again, and switch off being the pool maid with the other life guards. He agreed, and two of my water aerobics classes went to another life guard.
"Okay, so how about going clubbing tonight?" Troy asked as soon as my feet touched the ground. Boyfriend say what? Me, and clubbing? Think about the sentence and repeat. He must have taken my silence as a hell no, because he kept going. "That new teen club opened last week, and Sharpay was talking about it today in the kitchen. Being Sharpay, she was complaining that all we do is work, and all she does is watch. Along with the fact that you and Tay are leaving for a week, she was going to be lonely and all that. So, Chad said we would go to the club tonight without asking the rest of us. Anyways, they voted and I was chosen to persuade you to go," he explained, holding his hand out to me.
My hand instinctively laced with his out of habit, and walked with him to the kitchen. "Why did you have to vote?" I asked, leaning against his arm as he steered us through the various members that were socializing. "And clubbing requires more than one club, as far as I know, there is only one teen club in Albuquerque," I added.
"We had to vote because we all know how stubborn you are, and we all knew as soon as you heard the word clubbing you would say no. I was chosen, because as Sharpay put it, I can persuade you with my manly ways. And clubbing means going to one club, as in singular. Club hopping is going to more than one club," he answered. Really? I thought- oh never mind!
"Should I put your manly ways to the test?" I asked, moving in front of him as we reached the kitchen, letting him guide me to the lunch table, even though I am technically on break. Not lunch, I already had lunch. Troy cocked his head to the side as he began walking forward, and I stepped back. Since seducing me could persuade me to go, I need to use my words. "Troy! I don't want to go clubbing. I can't dance! I know being a latina says I can dance basically in definition, but I am not Jennifer Lopez. I don't dance. I can barely pass gym and you want me to dance?" I asked.
"What does passing gym have to do with dancing?" Troy asked in a laugh, sitting me down on the bench, and he lifted his leg up so he had one leg on either side of it.
I took in a deep breath and crossed my arms. "Dancing requires good stamina, and your feet working with the rest of your body, mine don't do that. It's like a birth defect or something. I can't do it," I answered, giving him a 'duh' expression. I lifted my leg over the bench, too, so I was facing him.
"I for one know you have good stamina," he corrected. I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "Babe, you dance at parties, what is the difference? We have tomorrow off, along with the rest of the gang, tell your parents you're staying at Sharpay's tonight like the rest of us are. I'll drive my car, so if you completely hate it we can go back to Shar's early."
"I dance at parties with you. No one else. Well, there are Chad and Ryan, but I don't dance with them the same way I dance with you," I replied, and he nodded, and cocked his head to the side. "Clubs are different than parties, they are more packed and stuffy, and require girls to dress like sluts. I'm not a slut," I told him. Yes, I have been dressing nicer, and more like a girl, but I am not going to dress like Serena. Not that she is a slut, she is a one man kind of girl, but I don't like dressing all sexy. Guys stare at me! It's embarrassing.
Troy's hand came up and rested on my cheek. "Who do you think you are going to be dancing with? I garauntee the only guys you will be dancing with are me, Chad and Ryan. And you don't have to dress like a slut. Sharpay most likely already has clothes in mind for you. She's weird like that. She knows how to dress you so you don't mind it most of the time," he responded. True. "Babe, you are leaving for a week on Monday, it's Friday. Please," he pleaded. That's true too. I am leaving on Monday for my cruise, and coming home the following Sunday. The ship leaves around noon on Monday, and gets back at Sunday morning. We got the day of plane flights so we wouldn't have to get any hotels. "I'm going to miss you," he added, putting his hands in a praying pose.
"You're using the guilt thing," I stated. With my dad not going, obviously, we had another ticket. We pulled a name out of a hat, and it was my name. So I got to pick someone to come. Naturally, I chose Troy, but Mami said it had to be someone of the same sex, so I chose Taylor. Sharpay has been everywhere, and anywhere. Taylor has never left the country, so I chose her. Sharpay understood. She is just pissed she will be the only girl other than Kelsi for a week. And that we will be actually gone. Because according to her, we are like her therapists or whatever. But we like Kelsi. Since her and Jason broke up, her and Ryan have been hanging out again. I already cornered him and told him he better ask her out. They are perfect for each other.
Troy nodded. "Yep, and I am not ashamed of doing so," he replied.
I sighed. "Fine, but I don't want to be left alone. I watch too much Forensic Files to know that you should never be alone in a night club. And don't take a drink from someone you don't know." That, and I watch One Tree Hill.
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xoxo
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I walked into my house at six-thirty after my shift having received a ride from Troy. "Who is here?" I yelled into the house as I walked towards the stairs.
"Me!" Mami yelled from upstairs. Only her? Weird. Usually my house is crawling with Montez's, our friends, or significant others. I walked into her room to find her packing. So mother like. "What's going on?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Sharpay is feeling left out that everyone works besides her. She convinced us all to go to the new teen club tonight," I answered. Before she could ask all her motherly questions, I spoke up again. "It's Club Zero, it is for the ages from sixteen to nineteen. We're all staying at Sharpay's. And when I say all I do mean all. Don't worry, the guys will most likely being staying in Ryan's room or one of the many guest rooms. Then tomorrow I am spending the day with Troy. Sunday I am most likely spending all day in my room packing, with Troy moping around on my bed after her gets home from work," I told her.
She smiled and sat down on her bed, I moved and sat next to her. "He's going to miss you, huh?" she asked, putting hand on my knee.
I nodded. "Yeah, he guilted me into going to the club tonight. I don't really mind though, he agreed to not leave me alone. Don't worry, even if I am left alone, I have older brothers. I know how to fight," I replied.
She laughed and nodded. "I trust you, but there is a little flaw in your plan. Tomorrow, your dad wants to be with all of you," she revealed. I cleared my throat and looked down. "Mija, he is your father. I don't want him to completely lose all contact with you," she said.
"He's my father, and I love him, but I'm done with him, Mami. Before you start saying that this is between you and him, it's not. It has to do with all of us. I would have been able to get passed it after a while if he had been truthful. If he had said that he wouldn't try, and it is over, I would have been able to keep a relationship with him. But he lied. He said he was going to try and he didn't. He lied and had Lana over his house," I told her. "Mami, when you and dad do the whole divorce thing, I want to live with you."
She nodded slightly. "I get where you are coming from, but just promise me, one day, whether it is tomorrow or a year from now, please try and make up with your father," she asked. I gave her a stern nod. "Good, now go and be with your friends and your boyfriend," she said, and pushed on my shoulder. I nodded and laughed as I got up to walk out of the room. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she yelled to me fleetingly.
I turned at the door frame to face her. "And just what would you be doing? With all your girls nights?" I asked.
"Exactly," she answered.
Oh, ewe. "Bye Mami," I call to her and walked down the hall to my room. It took me an hour at my slow pace to gather up clothes for sleeping and for tomorrow. I'm not coming back here tomorrow morning, and Sharpay is providing an outfit for tonight. It was when I was zipping my duffel bag closed that Vince walked in, and I saw a couple boys walk in behind him. Um, hello, my room, not yours or your friends. "Yeah, Vin?" I asked, slinging it over my shoulder and ignored all his little friends staring at me.
"Hey, Gabriella!" Drew greeted, waving his hand like a seven year old. Drew, Vince's best friend, has been in love with me since we were seven. Well, he was five. Another kid behind him pushed him, and Drew looked around embarrassed.
"Where you going?" Vince asked, noticing my bag.
I walked toward him and pushed all his friends out of my room, along with him and closed the door behind me. "If you must know, I am going to Sharpay's," I answered. "I'm coming home tomorrow night, and Troy is going to help me pack Sunday," I told him.
"You aren't going to Papi's tomorrow? I thought we all were," Vince asked, leaning against the door. I looked from him to all his friends. He noticed. "Guys, go in my room, I'll be there in a minute," he told them all, gesturing to his bedroom door. Once they were all in the room I answered.
"I'm not. Troy wants to spend the day with me," I answered. When he was about to say something, I spoke up. "I am done with Papi, Vince. For reasons you don't know, and I don't want you to know. You are everyone else are going to Papi's, I am hanging out with my boyfriend," I explained.
Vince sighed and crossed his arms. "You hang out with Troy more than you hang out with me anymore," he replied. "I get that you love him and all, and that he is helping you with the whole divorce thing, but I can help you too. So can the rest of us. You don't only have Troy in all of this," he told me.
I slid my bag off my shoulder, and ignored my cell phone buzzing my pocket, signaling that Troy is waiting for me outside. I put a hand on either of Vince's head. "I do love him, and he is helping me with the divorce. But so are you. You both are just helping me in different ways. Troy has been through this before. I know we don't hang out as much, but Vince, you had to expect it with us growing up and all. I promise, I'll hang out with you all week, and Tay of course. And I will be bothering you so much this school year about my senior year, and SAT's, you are going to be happy when I leave for college," I told him, and bent back down for my bag.
"I doubt that," he mumbled, and I laughed. "I'll see you later, Gab," he said, and backed up towards his door.
"What? We have this bonding moment, and I don't even get a hug?" I called in through his door as he opened it. His face turned pink and he walked in. "I love you!" I yelled and starting walking towards the stairs. "Bye, Mami!" I shouted as I reached the front door and left. True to my thoughts, Troy was out front in his car, and I could hear the music blaring from here. I walked through the yard, and he noticed me coming causing him to turn down the stereo. I threw my bag in the back and got in.
He turned the car fully on. "Hey," he greeted and leaned over to kiss me, but before he could, he paused. "Why is there like five guys staring at us from Vince's window?" he asked, laughing. I sighed and turned around, and all his friends were staring at us. "Want to give them a show?"
I scoffed and pushed on his shoulder. "You are such a perv, let's go," I told him, putting on my seat belt. He just shook his head, and pulled away from the side of the road.
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"I don't know, Shar," I repeated, looking at myself in one of her many mirrors. True to what Troy said, Sharpay had an outfit here for me when I got here. A dress, which I did not agree with. I don't do dresses, and I fought with her about it. But no one actually wins a fight against Sharpay Evans. She is Sharpay Evans. So, here I am, wearing the dress, and staring at myself. It's white, because apparently I look good in white. It is deep in the neck line, but not too deep because Sharpay knows me. It has long sleeves and the dress is flowy. I, well Sharpay, finished it off with a long gold necklace along with a shorter silver one that had a black cross. My make up is basically skin tone, and my hair is down in its regular slight curls. My heels are white and black, and my nails are painted black to match my shoes and necklace.
Sharpay shook her head and walked up behind me in her own dress. "You look beautiful, G," she assured me, running her hands through her hair. "And if you don't believe me, Troy will tell you the same. We should get down there, the guys are waiting," she told me, picking up her clutch purse. Taylor and Kelsi got done before me, because they didn't resist. I was stupid, and did.
I nodded and sighed, picking up my own white clutch purse that only contained my phone, lip gloss and my I-pod. You could ask why I am bringing my I-pod, and I would answer that I bring it every where. I took one last fleeting look at my self in the mirror before walking out of the room and closing the door behind me.
Sharpay was already half way down the stairs. Good friend, good friend. I steadily made my way down the stairs. Yes, I have mastered walking in heels, but me, heels, and stairs are still working on our relationship. I concentrated on walking down the stairs rather than looking down at everyone else. When I finally got the bottom, I looked up and smiled. I didn't fall! As soon as I did look up I was instantly in Troy's arms. I smiled bigger, if possible, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Hi," I greeted softly, looking up in his eyes. While on of my hands gripped my clutch purse, the others fingers played the with hair at the base of Troy's neck. "So, final verdict?" I questioned, looking down at his own apparel. A pair of faded jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue button up shirt that he left unbuttoned. So very.. him. He looked good though.
Troy's own eyes flicked from my eyes, down to my dress and back to my eyes. "You look gorgeous," he answered, causing me to blush deeply. Ugh, I hate that. I smiled though, and leaned my forehead against his.
"You look pretty good yourself," I replied, causing him to give me half a laugh. "Come on, Lover Boy, we should get going," I urged, only noticing now that all our friends were filing out the door. He groaned slightly. Hey! He is the one who said I had to go. I did not get put through all this torture of make up, getting my dress on, and doing my hair to just stay here. I pulled away and my free hand slid down his arm and linked his hand with mine. I stepped away and pulled. Everyone was already in their cars as me and Troy got in his. When Troy got in the car, he immediately, leaned over and kissed me. "What was that for?" I asked when he pulled away.
He shrugged and pulled the car out of Sharpay's driveway. "Do I ever need a reason to kiss you?" he asked in return, looking over at me for a moment.
I shook my head. "Never," I whispered. We walked into the club twenty minutes later after skipping the line because Sharpay said 'Hello, I'm Sharpay Evans' and they let her in in a millisecond. It's always good to have friends in high places at such a young age.
She walked us over to an empty table and the first thing I did was hop in a chair, my shoes are already hurting my feet. The first thing Sharpay did, being Sharpay, was order someone around. And Ryan and Zeke being the closest, were the ones being ordered around. Poor guys. "Zekey, can you be a doll and get us some drinks, you to Ry," she asked, but in her demanding voice.
Zeke will do anything for Sharpay, I think its adorable, so he said yes. Ryan said yes and a unanimous vote of cokes was cast and they went on their way. What? It is a teen club, they aren't going to have much better than pop or smoothies. And I am not having a smoothie in a white dress. It's WHITE.
Troy hopped into the high chair next to me. Why are all of the chairs so high up in here? I just crossed my legs like my mama always told me to do when you are in a dress and put my clutch down on the table. Troy's arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he tugged lightly so I was closer to him. I looked up and smiled at him, my hand intertwining with his other hand that wasn't wrapped around my shoulders.
"Troyella!" Sharpay exclaimed, causing both of us to whip our heads in her direction. Ouch! My other hand instantly came up to rub my neck. "Get out of your own little world and join ours," she told us. "I get it that you are going to be separated for a week, but come on! They have phones, and.. um, other things," she added.
I shook my head, and leaned into Troy's side. "Actually, Shar. We won't be able to talk most of the time. I'll be out at sea, that means no service. And you don't get any really good service on land," I corrected her, squeezing Troy's hand. "You know I never get to talk to you guys when I am gone on vacation." I tell them this every year, and the next year they forget.
"Well, Chad and Taylor are not going to see each other and they are fine!" Sharpay defended her point. I just rolled my eyes and my other hand came to lace with his arm that was wrapped around my shoulders. Chad and Taylor have gone through small separations like this before. This is my and Troy's first real separation. It's going to be hard, and I already know that every minute I am on land I will have a phone attached to my ear.
"Look! Drinks," Kelsi pointed out as Zeke and Ryan walked back and set down the eight drinks. That was probably hard to carry. Sorry, guys! I looked over at Taylor and Chad to see them in their own little world too. Why isn't Sharpay yelling at them? Answer: she likes them more. That big meanie!
"Okay," Sharpay started, picking up her drink. "To Taylor and Gabi, who are leaving me and Kelsi alone with four guys," she said, and everyone clanked their drinks together.
Taylor sipped her drink. "That was really heartfelt, Shar," she told her, leaning back against her chair. I nodded in agreement.
Sharpay just waved her hand and hopped out of her chair. "Come on, we are here to have fun before you and Gab leave, let's dance!" she announced, grabbing Zeke's hand and pulling him into the crowd of dancers.
Everyone followed besides me. Troy slid off his seat and pulled on my hand. I shook my head. "Come on, Brie," he persuaded. I shook my head again. He dropped my hand and gripped my hips, pulling me down from my seat. His arms wrapped around my waist. "I'll be with you the whole time, I promise," he reminded me, and walked me out to the rest of our friends. With my luck, as soon as we got out there, a slow song came on. Yay! I smirked and wrapped my arms around his neck. He chuckled and pulled me closer. "You think you are so lucky," he commented,
I nodded and laughed. "Yeah, but I don't mind dancing with you," I responded, moving to rest my head on his shoulder. "Just remember that you are like the only one I don't mind dancing with," I added. Yes, I dance with Ryan, Zeke, and Chad at times, but that is exactly that. At times. I will dance with Troy any time, any where, even though I don't like to dance in public. He's Troy, and even though he doesn't know it, he has this weird power over me. I'll never tell him though, because he will use his power all the time, and that isn't good for me. "It's going to be really hard, isn't it?" I whispered, lifting my head off his shoulder and moving so I could look into his eyes.
I didn't need to explain to him what would be hard, he just knew. "Yeah," he agreed. "But we'll manage. I'll mope around all week with my phone in my hand even if you are on sea that day. Sharpay will tell me to get a life, Zeke and Ryan will make fun of me. I'll listen to depressing music in my room. But I'll see you in a week. It won't be forever," he assured me.
I know that. I'm not an idiot. I know I'll see him after six days. "It's sorta like a trial separation," I told him. He looked at my confused. "Every day that goes by, the closer we get to senior year. That will blow by and the next thing you know we'll be leaving for college for four years. We'll hardly see each other," I explained.
He shook his head. "Don't think about that," he told me. "That is a year from now. Don't live life by worrying about the future, because no matter how much you think and worry about it, it won't turn out that way. Yeah, senior year will go by fast, but it will be fun. And we're going to college, but how do you know we won't be going to the same college?" he asked.
"Troy, you have been wanting to go to Duke ever since you were twelve and started junior high. I've always dreamed of going to Stanford, neither of us want to give that up even though we love each other. And I would never ask you to give up your dream just like you would never ask me to give up mine," I replied. Troy looked like he was going to say something when I spoke up again. "I'm sorry, I'm dampening the mood. We're suppose to be here to have fun and not be worrying about anything," I told him, leaning forward and kissing him softly.
He shook his hair out of his eyes, and moved his hands up to my sides and back down. "We'll be fine, baby," he murmured. "Because I love you, and I am never going to let you go. Yeah, we could quite possibly be separated by a whole country, but nothing is going to stop me from being with you. I told you that once, and it is still true. And it's not like we won't see each other at all. There are breaks, and holidays, and summer, plus I don't think either of us are going to mind ditching a day or two of classes to make a surprise visit," Troy told me. "Or at least I won't because I know you are freaky weird about school," he added. I laughed and nodded. The song had changed into a fast paced one, but we kept moving slow in our own little world as Sharpay put it.
And that was where we stayed, because we didn't have to be any where else besides with each other. We had to live in the now, and not the future, because in the now, I am in Troy's arms. The best place to be.
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xoxo
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"Troy don't you even try!" I yelled from behind a tree in his back yard the next day. Some how, and I have no idea how, we ended up in a water gun fight. One that he is winning, because I am drenched. Thank God I am not wearing a white shirt today. Today I opted for a pair of white short shorts and a black flowy strapless shirt. I know, black in the New Mexico heat what was I thinking? But it looked cute, and I threw my hair up into a messy bun. We were hanging out on Troy's couch, and we ended up in his back yard with water guns. "Does the term blue balls mean anything to you?" I called out.
"You know," I heard from the other side of the yard. "You use that as a threat so much, I don't even count it as an actual threat anymore," he told me. I heard a twig snap and flinched towards it. He is getting closer.
I sighed. "Fine, then. You just won't get any before I leave Monday morning then," I corrected, and was suddenly hit in the stomach with water. I looked over and saw Troy peaking out behind a bush. "Troy!" I exclaimed, shooting water back at him. He didn't back down, and actually came out from hiding but kept firing water at me. Lucky for me, Troy is wearing a white t-shirt today. Well, he was wearing a white and blue plaid shirt, but took it off sometime during out little fight. "Stop, I surrender!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.
The water instantly stopped. "Really?" he asked, holding his water gun up like a rifle. I rolled my eyes and nodded. His gun fell to his side as he dropped his hand. He started walking over slowly, and I smiled, quickly bringing my gun up and started shooting at him again. "Brie!" he exclaimed, running up to me, and tried to plug my gun with his hand. I laughed and dropped my gun as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.
"Ugh, look at me," I said, pulling away and looked down at my once stylish, cute outfit that was now dripping wet. I laughed looking at his clothes. "Look at you," I added.
Troy shook his head like a dog and I laughed. "I don't know, I think you look kinda sexy," he told me pulling away just as the wind picked up. Even though it is warm, a cold breeze when you are dripping wet is not a combo. His hands ran up and down my arms for a moment. "Come on, let's get in the house," he said, and grabbed my hand. I didn't have any problems and happily ran with him to the house. Which was a horrible idea. Why? Because the air conditioner is on like fifty. Troy didn't stop as we got into the house, but kept pulling me further into the house, and up the stairs. When we reached the bathroom, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders and ran his hands up and down my arms.
I reached behind him and swung another towel around him. "Cold," I chattered, hugging the towel. "Do I have any clothes here?" I asked him. I probably did because I sleep over sometimes, mostly when Lucy is away on business trips, which is like once every two weeks for a day or two.
Troy nodded. "Yeah, but first," he said, pulling me over to the shower with him. He reached around me to turned it on. "While you're in here, I'll get you some dry clothes," he told me then began to walk away but I held him back by his hand. I shook my head slightly and tugged him back to me. He stayed silent, waiting for me to make the next move. I pulled off his towel and let it fall to the floor, he did the same with mine. He lifted up his arms, and I pulled his shirt off then dropped it. He watched as I shimmied out of my shorts and underwear then pulled off my shirt. I undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, and pushed down his boxers for him.
I silently walked into the shower, and Troy followed, closing the foggy glass door behind him.
"Where does your mom put the blow drier?" I yelled looking every where for it after our long shower together. How do they not have a hair drier? Well, they are the only two people who live here, so it is quite possible that they don't have one. Crap. I stood up only to be smashed into the sink as Troy pressed against me from behind. He reached up and pulled it down from a shelf.
He dangled it in front of me, and I grabbed it. "Here ya go," he said, and kissed me on the shoulder. It turned out that the only clothes I had here was a dark blue jean skirt and a white tank top with a matching white hoodie.
"You are going to have to let go so I can do my hair, you know," I told him, plugging in the hair drier. He didn't let go and kept his head on my shoulder. I smiled evilly and turned it on on his head.
He jumped back and I continued to laugh. He ran his hands through his hair, situating it back to where he wanted it to dry. "That wasn't very nice," he mentioned, walking up behind me again, and trapped me against the sink. He brushed my still wet hair to one side, and set his head down on my shoulder again. "I was comfortable," he told me, closing his eyes.
I smiled and leaned my head against his. "Babe, I love you, but if don't blow dry my hair it will end up like Christina Aguilera at that award show like three years ago," I replied, running my free hand through his hair. "If it makes you feel better, as soon as my hair is dry we can cuddle, okay?"
"Hey, guys don't cuddle," he defended, picking his head up and leaning his cheek against my wet hair. "I just happen to like physical contact with you," he explained, moving his hands to my side and started to tickle me. I set down the blow drier and turned around laughing. I tried to tell him to stop, but it all just came out in laughs. "What was that?" he asked, stopping for a second.
He stopped long enough to where I could breath normally. "Okay, Mr. Physical Contact, let me dry my hair and we can cuddle or whatever," I told him, sliding my hands down his chest. "Promise."
He sighed and let his hands drop. He nodded and walked out of the bathroom. "It's called physical contact," he reminded me, walking down the hall. I just laughed and turned on the hair drier. "You're not holding it right," he told me, grabbing my cell phone out of my hand as we layed in his bed after my hair was dry. He lifted it back into the air and clicked the OK button, causing it to flash.
I yanked it out of his hand. "Troy!" I exclaimed, examining at the picture. "My face is cut off," I said, showing it to him. I frowned. "We have no good pictures together," I whined, looking through all the pictures on my cell phone. Most of them including him. "I need a couple before I leave," I told him, shutting my phone and turned my body towards him.
"Why?" he questioned, picking my phone up from the free space next to me, and opening it.
I shrugged and closed my eyes as I leaned my forehead against his. "Because, I'll most likely be staring at a picture of you on it the whole time I am gone. My phone will be open to that picture every second I am awake. I'll wake up, and my phone will be open next to me. And I'll be like, 'Hi, Troy,' it will be like the new you!" I explained, and heard a click of a button causing me to open my eyes.
"You are seriously insane," Troy commented, closing my phone, and setting it back down on the space next to me. "But sadly, I'll be doing the same thing," he added, the arm that was doing something with my phone wrapped around my waist to join his other one.
I took in a deep breath and burrowed my head into his chest. "I just wanna be with you right now," I mumbled, pulling his blankets over both of us. We didn't get much sleep last night doing, um, other things. "What did you do to my phone?" I asked, opening my eyes to find him staring at me. He shrugged, so I didn't care. "So, do you want a present?" I asked, one of my hands pealed his arm off my waist and laced it with his.
Troy shook his head. "Nah, my present will be seeing you when you get home," he answered. He slowly pulled me underneath him, and rested his head on my chest. "Just make sure you don't meet some guy named Emilio, fall in love with him and elope, okay?" he asked softly, causing me to laugh.
"Emilio? What kind of name is that? If I did find a guy to elope, I doubt his name would be Emilio. He sounds like a shady character," I laughed. Out of habit, my hands came up and played with his hair. He didn't respond, and I could hear from his even breathing that he was either sleeping, or close to it.
"I love you," he murmured quietly. I smiled to myself, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders as he fell asleep.
I kissed his head lightly. "I love you, too."
"Gabriella!" I heard someone whisper loudly as I was being shaken. "Gabi!" they said louder. I groaned and my eyes fluttered open. It was Lucy. "Gabi, it's nine at night, your mom called looking for you. She said you need to be home now," she told me.
I moved to sit up, but Troy's arms held me back. We moved positions, and I was on my back, and Troy was on his side with his arms around me. "Can you hand me that pillow?" I whispered, pointing down to the floor. She nodded and handed it to me. I dropped it behind me, and I moved out of Troy's arms. He instantly hugged the pillow closer. I stood up and stretched. "Works every time," I told her, and she laughed lightly. I grabbed my white hoodie that was laying on his dresser and followed her out of Troy's bedroom. "Lucy, sorry about that, we were having a water gun fight, then we came up here and just fell asleep."
She nodded. "It's okay, Gabi. I trust you two. You better get home," she replied, gesturing to the clock. 9:08. I nodded and walked out the back door. My curfew isn't until eleven, but I didn't go home once today, so Mami probably wants me home.
"Mami!" I yelled into the house. I immediately noticed that every light was on in the house, and noises were heard from the dining room.
They all looked up when I walked in. "Hey, Gab, we're having a late dinner. You hungry?" Isabelle asked, walking passed me with a plate of bread. I nodded and took my regular spot at the table.
"What's for dinner?"
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"I'm finally all packed," I announced to Taylor who was looking through a magazine on my bed the next day, or night I should say night. I started at two, and its ten now. Okay, I took breaks, and ate sometimes, along with just hanging out with the occasional sibling. That is why it took eight hours. "Do you know where Troy has been all day?" I asked, pulling the huge suitcase off the bed, and rolling it over to the door, where Taylor's was.
She shrugged. "No, not really. I thought he was suppose to be with you today," she answered, closing the magazine and throwing down on my bedside table.
"Well, he had to work until four today. He said after that he would come over, but I was so caught up in well, slacking off, I didn't notice the time," I told her. Me, Vince, and Taylor took off today so we could finish packing or whatever we had to do. "He was suppose to come over so I could say bye to him," I said aloud. "I have to be home at eleven. You mind if I spend my last hour with him?" I asked her, stepping into my flip flops.
She shrugged and go up herself. "I'm going to go say bye to Chad," she replied, getting on her shoes too. I smiled and looped my arm through hers.
"Let's go." We walked downstairs, dodging the things getting thrown around as someone asked for it. "I'll meet you here at eleven," I told her, walking passed Chad's house and ran through the dark to Troy's. Lucy told me a while ago to just walk in whenever I come over. I never really did, but her car isn't in the driveway, and lights are on in the house. That means Troy is the only one home. "Troy!?" I called into the house, closing the back door behind me. I heard the T.V. on, and walked towards the sound.
Troy looked up as soon as he saw me walk in. "Brie," he said with a smile. But my eyes weren't on him. They were on Britney, who was sleeping next to him, her head on his shoulder. I've been working really hard on not being jealous around her, and accepting that for now, well at least until we go back to school and she goes back to where ever the hell she came from, that her and Troy are sorta kinda friends. And I've doing really good at it. But something in me, and I don't know why, flipped a switch. I went from excited to see him, to wishing I never came over, and couldn't wait to get away from him. Instead of starting to yell right there, I turned around and ran out of the house. I was about to enter Chad's back yard when I felt him grab my wrist. "Gabriella, what the hell?" he asked, and I could barely make his shape out in the dark.
"'What the hell?'," I quoted. "What the hell? I thought you were suppose to be coming to see me tonight, Troy. In case you forgot, I am leaving tomorrow morning Troy!" I told him, pulling my wrist out of his grip.
"You think I just forgot?" he asked into the darkness. I crossed my arms. "I came home about to come over when I found Britney on my doorstep-" he tried to explain, but I cut him off.
I laughed sarcastically. "You know what, Troy? I don't care. I'm leaving tomorrow. Tomorrow. So while I am gone, you can just substitute Britney as your girlfriend!" I told him. Huh? Where the hell did that come from? I shook my head at my own logic that I didn't even understand. "I'll see you in a week," I mumbled, and turned to leave.
"Just let me tell you wha-" I he started, but I cut him off again.
"D-don't even try and call me this week. Let's just see what happens," I told him, turning back around.
Troy walked closer and I could kind of make out his shape as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. "What does that mean?" he asked, his voice low.
I shrugged. "You figure it out," I answered, and walked back to my house. I wanted to turn back and say I was sorry. That I didn't meant any of it, that I confused by what I even meant. That I didn't care why Britney was there, and I just wanted one last hour with him. But I didn't. My own pride and stubbornness kept me from doing it.
Here it is. I wanted to write the fight wayyy better. I know it sucks, but it just didn't come out the way I wanted it to. And I don't know how to make it better.
This is the separation that I was talking about. I'll explain in the next one why Gabriella just freaked out.
It's a long one. I don't particularly like this chapter. Anyways, next chapter: Gabi feels the after shocks, and a new character!
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-- Kayleigh