Hey guys! I'm sorry I've been really late updating, I've took ages to write this. It felt really long, but now I've done word count it's not that long. :( But anyway! I've been soooo happy all week because I got Jonas Brothers World Tour tickets!!! :D :D :D, Now a lot of people might be really like, SO?, but I'm like WOO! Because, I live in a part of the UK that doesn't really get much attention from people like Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus, and people like that because usually they're like, oh yeah, we're coming to the UK, and then they only go to London. But no, they're doing a concert in the city where I live! So I got tickets! I cried when I got them, seriously. I thought I'd have to watch them when I was like, older and then they would be older too and it wouldn't be the same. But nope, I get to see them this year! Argh, I'm going to cry. Woo! I'm so happy.
So yeah, I've been in the best mood ever this week.
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I sat in the same spot I had since eleven. It was three thirty, why the hell hadn't he come back? He never stayed out this late. My mind was racing. Oh god, what if he'd been stabbed? I felt a pang in my stomach as a visual of him lying on the floor with blood all over him entered my mind. Why wasn't he back yet? I sat on the sofa, wallowing in the thick silence that sunk the house. Every light in the house was on. I hadn't been bothered to turn them off after I left the rooms. I looked at a picture that was in a beautiful mirrored glass frame and felt even worse. It was a picture of us at the park when we had a picnic that one time. He was in light army shorts with a white t-shirt, and I was in a light pinkish coral colour, short, summery dress with a little white cardigan over it. We were sat in front of a tree, on a white and red checkered blanket. A big bag of Doritos, a dip and a couple bottles of Vitamin water scattered over it. We were both together, cosied up to one another, and the sun was beating on the right side of my face. In between us was a perfect little handwoven picnic basket. It looked so unreal. It looked as if it was proffesionally taken, when really we just asked this stranger with kids who looked decent if they could take it for us.
But now look at us. I was sat at home, starving since I angrily shoved the pizza in the pizza guy's face when he came and threw a twenty at him and didn't eat anything. Desperate for him to come home and just burst through the door and I'd apologize, and he'd apologize, and I'd jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist and cry and he'd soothe me and tell me it was all okay and he didn't mean anything he said and then we'd go upstairs and make up the way we love to make up. But no. Now I was worried sick, as to why he hadn't come home. It was like when you think, ha, I'm thinking this now, and he'll probably just knock on the door in five seconds. Then it never happens, and you keep thinking it, and telling yourself there's no danger of anything happening to him, he's strong, he's muscular, he can fight, and with everytime it fails it just get's less convincing. It's like I'm wanting for someone to just tell me, whether he was okay or not, and I'd be fine.
A shrill rang through the house that made me almost jump out of my skin. The phone. I stopped and stared at it for a second. It was just there. Ringing. Vibrating. Flashing. I shook my head and got up. It might be Troy, at a payphone, asking for me to come and pick him up because he'd wandered too far and had no money to get home. Then we'd both laugh about it and everything would be fine. Yeah, that's what it was. It was Troy.
I got up and picked it up, nervously putting the phone to my ear. Troy's voice. It's going to be Troy's voice.
"Hello," I croaked, my voice not warmed up since I hadn't used it in hours.
"Hello, is this the Bolton residence?"
"Yes," I croaked. It wasn't Troy's voice. Something was going on. "Yes, it is."
"Who is speaking, may I ask?"
"I'm Gabriella Montez, Troy Bolton's girlfriend."
"Well this is Nurse Jenkins calling from Los Angeles Hospital."
"Why," I asked, clenching my eyes shut. I listened to every word she said, and hung my head, closing my eyes.
"Mam?" she prompted me. I couldn't say anything. "Mam?"
"Eh, umm." was my reply. "Is he okay?"
"Well, hopefully he will be." she replied. My heart throbbed. My tearducts stung. My stomach grew heavy. My legs grew weak like jelly.
"Alright." I said quietly. "I'll be right there."
"I'm ever so sorry, Miss Montez."
"Me too." I said, hanging up and standing on the spot for a couple seconds, which felt like an eternity.
I knew something had gone on. I knew it. He'd usually be back way earlier than this. I didn't bother to change out of my pajamas, and grabbed my long Uggs and a jacket and my bag which I knew had everything I'd need already in it. I went out the house and got in my car and found my way to the large hospital.
I hurried inside, although I felt so weak and numb. I went to the counter, which thankfully had no queue.
"Troy Bolton, where is he?" I said breathlessly to the woman.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Gabriella Montez, I'm his girlfriend."
She gave me a hard long look. "Floor two, at the end, room 210. Elevators over there." she said. I nodded and frowned when I was out of sight. Elevator. Here it was. I pressed for floor two and impatiently jabbed the close doors button. It seemed like it was taking forever. There was a ping and they slowly opened. As soon as the doors were about forty centimetres about, I charged through the small space and onto the floor corridor. 206, 208, 210.
I stood outside the room, hand on the handle, not daring to move it. I braced myself. I was about to see the love of my life lying unawake in a hospital bed. I closed my eyes, hoping the tears that had been glossed over them since that whole fight wouldn't fall. I pushed the door open and looked around the room before looking at him. I closed the door behind me. The room was silent, all apart from an annoying beeping noise. Heck, thank the Lord for that beeping noise. Without that beeping noise, his heart wouldn't be beating, he wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be here soon after.
My eyes flicked up, and I saw his face first. Emotionless. His lips were straight. His eyes were closed. A blood clotted cut was running down his face and lasting about five centimetres. I walked forwards to go to him and stopped as I reached the chairs beside his bed.
"Hey," I whispered softly to him, grabbing his hands and lacing the lifeless fingers with mine, running my other fingers through his hair. "I'm so sorry." I whispered. "I didn't mean it. I love you."
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I sighed a shaky breath. "Troy bear," I whispered. Ella bear? I wanted to hear desperately. But no. Just that thankfully steady beep. "Please don't leave me," I whispered, the tears overflooding my eyes and spilling out. "Please Troy, I can't be here if you're not. It'll all just be pointless. I need you in my life. Nothing makes sense without you. Heck, nothing makes sense with you, but it all seems better." I said, stopping speaking as the dry lump in my throat was causing me pain when I opened my mouth. I clenched my lips shut, as with my eyes as I put my forehead to his. A tear rolled out, and ran down the side of his face. My eyes flicked to the tear and followed it as it ran into his blood clotted cut. I kissed his forehead and let go of the hair of his that I was holding as I let out a breath.
I moved away and took a look at the rest of him. His arm was in a cast. Poor baby, he wouldn't be able to play in the season.
That is, if he ever gets up.
Shut the fuck up. I told myself. He will wake up. He will get up. He will play basketball again. So shut the fucking hell up.
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I sat in the chair beside him as I rubbed his lifeless arm. The clock read nine thirty. I'd been here for about six hours now. Just sitting, staring at him, wishing for him to wake up and laugh and say 'Gotcha!', and we'd laugh, and I'd slap him, and he'd whine about how he was bruised and how men have feelings too, and I'd laugh even more at something stupid he said. Yes, there's a water cycle, a rock cycle, a life cycle, and this is the Troy and Gabriella cycle.
I still sat there, just gazing at him intently, my eyes rolling over every little feature of his face. That perfect, masculine jawline, that well structured nose, those black eyelashes, those thick eyebrows. If only I could see those bright blue eyes. Just a peek, and I'd be reassured for the next five or so minutes. If only I didn't buy that fucking magazine. If only I didn't go to the grocery store. If only I didn't turn on that TV. We'd be in bed. Enjoying our sweet morning cuddle that couples should share every morning. Not staring at him as he fought for his life and I couldn't do anything to help him.
"Morning baby," I whispered, running my hand down the side of his face. "Time to wake up." I begged. "Come on Troy, there's no school to go to." I tried to convince him, talking to him like I did in the morning when he just pretended to be asleep so he could get a couple more minutes in bed. "I don't have to use that old method I have, do I?" I said stupidly, talking to myself. "Guess I do." Anyone would be thinking I'd gone crazy. I leaned down and softly kissed his slightly parted lips. Nothing. More distressed tears leaked from my eyes. "Seriously Troy, I'm telling you, if I ever find whoever was driving that stupid car I'll tear them limb from limb with my bare hands." I said. "You of all people don't deserve this."
"Gabriella?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Sharpay and Zeke in the doorway.
"Hey," I said, slightly embarrassed at the fact that they'd watched me talk to him like that. It was as if I had been caught telling my cat or dog about my day.
"Hey," she said uneasily, standing on the spot, Zeke akwardly standing behind her.
"Is he okay?" Zeke asked. Sharpay and I both gave him the dirtiest looks imaginable.
"Go wait outside." Sharpay commanded, before pushing him out the door and closing it. "Babe," she said, walking towards me with her arms open. "How is he? Doing good?"
"I don't know, they're hardly telling me anything."
"Well they fucking should be," she said. "Babe, does your mom know about it?"
"I've not told her."
"How about I tell Zeke to call her and tell her, I''m sure she'll get on the first plane over and give you that big mommy cuddle you need." she said, getting her phone out.
"Okay," I said, wiping my eyes. She went out to give Zeke her cell and instructions to call my mother and alert her. Meanwhile I walked towards the chair and sat down on it, as comfortable as I could possibly get, and took his big, cut hands, holding it in my palm and putting my other hand over it. I stared at his face, hoping there would be a complete movie moment where the face twitches and then their eyes open and everyone cries and it's the perfect happy ending.
His face kept still. His hair lay flat on his head, untouched. I ruffled it around a bit.
"I hate not knowing." I whispered to him, keeping quiet since I didn't want Sharpay to walk in on me talking to him again. "I wish someone would just tell me what's going to happen, babe."
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I sat beside that chair, my head resting on the side of the hospital bed. My eyes were so heavy, my eyelids kept coming down. I desperately kept them open. What if he woke up? What if something happened while I was asleep? What if this is the last moments I see him alive? And I'm here, going to sleep?
I toughed up and sat up in my chair, determind to stay here until he woke up. My eyes darted to the door as the door handle twitched. It was pushed open, and my mother emerged with David at the back of her. She did the same as what I did. Not dare look at him. She kept her eyes on me, and I kept my eyes on her. It was intense.
"How bad is it?" she whispered, sitting beside me and kissing my cheek.
"Bad." I replied.
"When do they think he'll wake up."
"They are useless, they aren't telling me anything."
"Have you asked?"
"No..."
The nurse walked in with a small smile to us and a clipboard. She made a couple notes, and checked a drip.
"Excuse me?" my mother said before she walked out. "Have you got any, well, information about him?"
"He's doing how we expected him to, he's slowly getting better."
"How slowly?" mom prompted.
"We're estimating he'll be awake in a couple days."
"Estimating?" I said, boredly, tired of people being so not precise. "Isn't that like guessing?"
"Well, we've thoroughly looked into his brain patterns_"
"And how long is a couple days?"
"Well, just under a week."
"Couple means two."
"Gabriella," my mom cut in, before turning to the nurse. "I'm sorry, she's a little upset."
"Understandable." she said. "I'll be back in a couple minutes to replace his IV and do some tests."
"Okay, thank you." my mother smiled at her as she went out. She put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I didn't react and just slowly blinked, still numbly staring at Troy. "Sweetheart," she said, getting bored of my moping. "He's going to be fine, you know he will."
"I don't though."
"You do, baby, in your heart you know he's going to be fine. Your little head keeps mixing it up and putting bad thoughts into your head."
"But what if_"
"But what if nothing." she said, before udging closer to me a little bit more and putting her mouth to my ear to whisper to me. "When everything happened with your daddy, I knew it was going to happen."
"What?" I said.
"You just get a feeling." she shrugged. "You're dad, bless him, was an idiot for getting himself into stupid situations like this. He was always running into things and just getting hurt." she said, making us both smile. "But when he died, I honestly knew that it was going to happen. I knew it, straight away from when he was in that blue hospital bed, he wouldn't make it through."
"What's this got to do with Troy?" I asked.
"We all know he's gonna be okay." she whispered, putting her hand on his leg.
"But what if he's not," I said, putting my head on her shoulder.
"He'll be fine, stop worrying." she said, kissing my cheek over and over again.
"Troy!" I heard from the door. I looked at the door and felt like rolling my eyes as Chad stood in the doorway.
"Chad, honey, be quiet." Taylor said, grabbing his arm to calm him down.
"He better be up and ready for the season." he mumbled, poking him and trying to hide an amused smile.
"Chad, it's not funny." Taylor snapped, trying to not offend me. I cracked a smile, seeing the funny grin on Chad's face and tiredly put my head on my mom's shoulder. "You know Chad, he'll get you back for that when he wakes up."
"He doesn't know." Chad replied.
"Yes he does."
"He's asleep."
"He's in a coma, idiot." Taylor said. "You can hear in comas, just can't feel anything." she paused. "Hey Troy."
"Is your arm broken?" Chad said, expecting a reply from him, not getting he could only possibly hear and not do anything else.
"Chad, he wont reply, okay, coma, it's just like being asleep, but you might be able to hear aswell."
"You tired baby?" my mom asked me as I yawned with my head on her shoulder.
"A little bit," I yawned again.
"Go to sleep, sweetie."
"But_"
"I'll wake you up if anything happens."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Not even if I look cute? Or peaceful?" I said, raising an eyebrow to remind her of the time when I specificly asked her to wake me up for a TV show, but she didn't, because apparently I looked cute.
"Promise. I'll wake you up no matter what."
"Okay," I yawned again, getting up and shuffling over to Troy. I leaned down and hugged him, and quietly spoke in his ear so nobody else could hear. "I'm going to sleep baby, you just hang in there, don't do anything while I'm asleep, okay? You know me, I'm nosy." I smiled. "Night night, sweetie. Oh and it's twenty past three in the afternoon if you were curious." I said. "I love you." I said, giving him a little kiss. I went off to the chair and akwardly attempted to get comfortable. I found a tolerable position.
"Night night baby,"
"Night mommy. Night David, Taylor, Chad. Tell Sharpay and Zeke I said night when they get back from getting coffee." I yawned, falling asleep as I babbled.
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Gabriella sat opposite to the scary looking police officer, questioning her for some reason due to the car accident he had had. She nervously looked at him. The room was darkened, all apart from the blindingly bright lamp that was shining in her squinting eyes.
"When did you last speak to Troy?" he asked fiercely, looking at her with hard, cold eyes.
"Before he went out." she said quietly, mouse-like compared to the officer's booming voice with made her jump everytime he spoke.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked, his face inches away from hers as he inspected her face.
"Sure." she said.
"And what was the last thing you said to Troy before he went out?" he demanded.
Gabriella closed her eyes with guilt as she thought about it. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She cringed constantly as she thought about those nasty, spiteful words leaving her mouth. The angry, disgusting look on her face. The burning fire in her eyes.
"Miss Montez," he prompted, making Gabriella's stomach drop again. Something she'd have to hear for the rest of her life. Miss.
"Yes?"
"What was the last thing you said to Troy before he went out?" he demanded again.
She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, not wanting to answer. She took a deep breath. "I'd rather not say."
"For investigation purposes, Miss Montez, we need to know."
"It wasn't very nice or polite."
"Nothing's polite when the authorities are involved." he said.
"It was fuck you." she said, bored of him trying to push it out of you.
He gave her a long, hard look, making her feel, well, ashamed, before he shook his head and wrote something down on the paper.
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"Gabs, Gabby, Gab, Gabriella," I heard from aside me as I was being shook. I remembered my mother's promise.
"What?!" I said, alarmed as soon as my eyes opened.
"Hey, hey," she said, calming me down. "Baby, you having a bad dream?" she asked.
I didn't reply as I tried to get my breath back from the panic that something went wrong. I slumped back in my chair and closed my eyes tilting my head to the side. My mother's hand planted on my head and started stroking my hair soothingly, like you'd stroke a cat.
"Go back to sleep, baby, you've only had twenty minutes." she said caringly.
"Yes mother_" I said, cutting myself off with a yawn, that sent me into sleep.
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The night sky was black, stars scattered across it that winked at them as they walked. Gabriella clung onto Troy's strong arm, and felt as safe as you could possibly be in the middle of Los Angeles at night. She laughed as he sang stupidly. There was no one to be seen. Just those two. He sang stupidly, exaggurating the singer's burly voice
"Troy, stop," Gabriella laughed, holding on to her aching sides.
He walked carelessly in the middle of the road, his arms outstretched as he sang the song. "And I_"
Headlights lit up the side of his face. Gabriella screamed, as did he, mortified as he flipped through the air and blood from his face splattered everywhere.
Then the scene changed. They were on top of a bridge, Gabriella still standing shocked as he flew through the air, he spiralled further than could be imaged away from her. She let out a throaty yell as his body flipped over the edge of the bridge. She ran to the side, and saw him falling down, onto the road beneath.
Then the scene changed, as if you were stood below the bridge. It was as if something was filming everything like a movie, the way the angles flicked. Troy came into view. His body spiralling messily, before CRACK, he hit the floor, head first, his body seemed to twist from his neck.
The scene changed. The imaginary camera flicked. His face. His eyes wide open. His face dounced in blood.
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I awoke screaming with another shudder. My mind went into panic, I rose from my chair and looked around the room, noticing it was all the same as when I went to sleep. My mom rose from her chair too, only to pull me back down.
"Mommy," I yelped, trying to breathe, a little shocked at myself since I hadn't said mommy since I was like, eight.
"It's okay," she shushed, sitting me on her knee a little and pulling me in. She was nice and warm. I put my head into her, like I would have done to strangers when she was introducing me to them when I was three.
Why the hell was I getting nightmares?
I hadn't had a nightmare in years. I felt like I was about five years old, waking up in a cold sweat and screaming for help. My mind frustrated me. Visuals of that nightmare popped up into my eyes. The flips his body did through the air. The sound when his body smacked against the car. I didn't understand it. I couldn't describe it. Everything was in a street, and then suddenly we were on a bridge. More sickening visuals came into mind, the cracking sound when he landed head first on the floor, his head keeping straight but the rest of his body twisting. His wide open eyes that stared at you, though you knew he wasn't seeing you. The blood trickling down his face, pooling the road beside him. The busted up nose. The chest that didn't rise up and fall down again. The fingers that stayed still. The thick feeling of death. Even though it wasn't real, it was just a nightmare, it scared the living shit out of me. I felt it. The screams and cracks and smacks, they played through my head. The thick blanket of misery and silence that covered you when the death of a loved one came into mind. It was all just too much to handle.
Another annoying thing about it was it was so fucking hard to explain. I was the only one who saw it. I was the only one who heard the scream. No one else can hear that exact ear piercing scream that rang in my ears and experience the horror when you saw the body twist and hit the ground. The cringable force that the head hit the floor with. I couldn't describe to people how horrible it was. I could try, but they wouldn't quite understand. Everyone would tell me to get over it, as it was just a nightmare and everything was alright now, but how would they feel if they had to sit and watch that, and couldn't do anything about it until someone woke you up.
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I sat in the room with Troy, smiling softly at him, blinking gently every now and then. I was enjoying the rare peace and quiet. Sharpay, Zeke, Chad and Taylor had gone to go home and go for something to eat, and they'd bring me something back later and stay for an hour. My mom and David had gone to find a hotel and check into it. They'd only be back tommorow. I listened to that steady beep that the heart monitor was making. I gently ran my hand up and down his arm. I looked at my watch, and saw it was eight thirty.
I stupidly imagined what would be happening if that fight didn't happen. Well, it's a Sunday, so we'd just have come back from going out to dinner like we always did on Sunday nights, and now we would be changing into our pajamas to watch a movie on the couch together.
I sighed, mentally cursing myself for thinking happy thoughts about us as it depressed me even more. I rested my head on his arm, my nose pressing up against it and smelling him.
"When's that little brain of yours going to start functioning again, hey?" I said, two of my fingers walking up his arm, hiking over shoulder mountain and climbing up the neck cliff, reaching his face. "Soon I sure hope." I replied to myself, still lathering in the beautiful peace and quiet that I was enjoying. It was kind of like at the park back home. There was this gorgeous park in my neighbourhood, and if you walked further than everyone else, through a small bunch of trees, you'd find a beautiful little area, that was kind of secret. I remember sitting on the little lone bench sometimes when I was younger, about twelve. When I got troubled about my dad, I'd go there all the time and just sit there, examining the little pond and listening to the birds.
It felt kind of, enchanted. Like a little fairy with a sparkling trail of light would peek out from behind the little mushrooms planted near the tree and fly over to you and ask you if you'd like a wish. If only that happened. Maybe if it did my dad would still be around. I never got over it. It was always a really sensitive subject. Even though I was twenty three, and he died eleven years ago, it still hurt. I'd see little girls with their dad's and it would remind me of them. Whenever I walked around Bloomingdales on my lunchbreak I'd see little girls shouting at their dad's for not buying them something, and it would offend me. How dare they speak to their father's like that. They didn't know it yet, but they're one of the most reliable people that you'll ever know. Your mom and dad are the two people you can always count on if something goes wrong, so why hate them? They gave up their life for you. My mom could have gone on to practically conquer the world with her interior design. But instead she held back just so I could have a nice childhood. So it really annoyed me when kids were bad to their parents.
I yawned again, but really tried not to fall asleep. I felt petrified of sleep at the moment. I mean, I've been having the worst nightmares. The last one was awful. So how bad would the next be?
"Hey Gabs," Chad said as he walked in and broke the nice silence.
"Hey," I said, smiling at him as I sat up in my chair and stretched.
"We brought you some pizza back." he said, passing me a pizza box.
"It's really good." Sharpay pitched in. "All your favourites." she said, sitting beside me and opening the pizza box. "Take a bite," she said, I smiled, and pulled off a piece of hot, stringy cheese pizza.
"Thanks," I said.
"Zeke and I are going to have to go soon, but you should really go home too. The nurse said he'll only wake up in a couple days, so I think you'd be fine to go home for a night."
"I'm fine." I assured her.
"Gabs, if you don't sleep now, you'll barely be able to stay awake when he does wake up."
"I know," I nodded, not being bothered to speak.
"You're mom's bringing some clothes for you tommorow, do you want me to give any requests?"
"Troy bear." I said quietly, not wanting Chad or Zeke to hear because I would probably never live it down.
"Troy bear." she nodded.
"Shar, we're gonna have to go soon." Zeke said, looking at his watch then at her.
"I know." she said, getting up. "So you eat up your pizza and get some sleep." she concluded. "We'll be back tommorow." she said, giving me a hug.
"See you then," I said quietly. "Bye." I said, looking around to everyone.
"See you Gabs,"
Everyone left the room and it was silence again. I lazily took bites out of my hot pizza, chewing it boredly. Looking at his still face.
"You know, Troy." I said. "When we're out of here, we should totally talk about going on vacation for the summer." I said.
No response.
"Maybe we could go to Vegas."
Yes, that's a nice idea.
"I know, it's great. It's close too. Maybe New York too. I've not been there in a while."
How did I not see that coming?
"And M&M world. We should go to the one in Vegas, then the one in New York. We'll leave Florida for a while."
That's a good idea.
"Then we'll go to the Bahamas or somewhere like that. You know, nice and sunny. We'll lie on the beach and by the pool and get the best tans ever."
And you'll look sexy in a bikini.
"Trust you." I giggled, before frowning.
Gabriella, are you really talking to yourself?
I shook my head. "Anyway, so it's nine pm exactly. And it's rainy outside." I informed him. "I've just had chicken, bacon, hickory steak and pepperoni pizza. It's quite good. Stuffed crusts too. I'll totally save you some. You know, if you wake up now you can have some while it's still hot." I proposed.
Silence.
"No deal then." I sighed. "I bet I look like such a freak, talking to myself. Ah well, if Tay's right, you can hear me. So I'm not talking to myself. But then again, only some people can hear. So you might not be able to and all this is just a waste of time and breath."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I can't stand hospitals." I sighed.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"You know, I was thinking I might paint the living room chocolate brown. We wouldn't have to get a new sofa. I've got a really nice picture to go in the front room, you see. And some nice poperie."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"It could really look nice." I persuaded him, even though it was like talking to a wall. "Maybe paint the other wall cream. Like, a just off white colour. And get some of those nice brown cushions. Then we could change the second living room into all purple. I've seen these gorgeous purple cushions and purple paint for the walls that just compliment eachother so nicely. Oh, but I've seen some really nice green cushions too. I think we need another living room." I babbled on. "But actually I wanted to convert the loft into another floor for my closet, because it's really running out of room." I said."Maybe we could make the loft my den, and knock the wall down inbetween my current den and my closet, and then they can be all in one! Then that can be green!" I squealed. "Let's do it, Troy."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
This was going to be a long night, wasn't it?
Beep.
Hope you liked it! Please review if you did. Oh, and by the way, thanks for all the reviews I got on the last chapter! I'm on 500! Wooooo! :D This week just gets better. So I'm going to go and write the next chapter. Probably will be up on Wednesday if I do it now. BloomiesGirl x
