Hello guys! How are you? I'm on holiday now and have had extra writing time, so as well as writing the first couple chapters of my newest story, Two Worlds Collide, I've wrote some of this one too because I felt that I neglected it a lot. Welcome and Welcome Back are the favourite stories I've ever written and I'm really happy with them and I feel really bad like I've just threw them aside to work on new ones and it must be crap for you because I hate it when writers only do like an update a month and by the time they do when you go to read it you've forgotten what the whole damn story is about! I think I'll just focus on this for a while now. I wrote a long chapter for you on this. It's 5,157 words long and I've got a lovely, dramatic surprise for you coming up in the next chapter and lasting a couple to try lengthen the story. I might put it at the bottom because some people might not want to see. But it's another hurdle to add to their collection. So I hope you like it. Love you guys so much! :) Reviews please :D I've sacraficed sunbed time to write this! My tan was at stake. Haha, what tan? Love you guys! :) Sorry for not updating x LY! :D
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"How's my little Troy bear." I said, tickling his face.
"Go away," he grumbled.
"Oooh, are you on your period?" I whispered, even though no one was around.
"Fuck off," he mumbled grumpily.
"Come on, prissy, you need to get up."
"I don't though. Leave me alone."
"You can't just lie in bed all day."
"I'm tired."
"Troy, just get up. It's not hard."
"It is."
"Troy, do you want me to jump on you."
"No, just leave me be."
"Troy,"
"Gabriella, either get in with me and be quiet and just let me sleep, or go downstairs."
"Shitface." I murmured, crawling under the covers and snuggling up to his white t-shirt covered torso. "What's wrong?" I asked, kissing his chest.
"I'm tired." he groaned.
"You're not usually this grumpy when you're tired."
"Got a headache."
"You want me to get you some aspirin?"
"Nah," he sighed, pulling me that extra quarter of a centimetre closer. "All you need is love." he said.
"Wow, that was cheesy."
"Aww, you're gonna make me cheese on toast? That's wonderful."
"I never said_"
"Thanks."
"I'm ti_"
"Maybe even a dash of ketchup on the side if you're feeling adventurous."
"But what happened to all you need is love?"
"My stomach rumbled." he said. "Please baby?"
"Alright." I grinned, giving him one last squeeze and a kiss before getting up.
"No actually, stay here." he said, his eyes closed.
"What?" I asked, not quite believing what I heard.
"It's cold without you."
"I made the effort of getting up, and now you're asking me to lie back down again?"
"That's kind of what I was implying." he shrugged.
"It's not happening. I'm going making breakfast."
"I love you." he called, as a token of appreciation.
"Not enough it seems." I shouted as I walked down the stairs. I looked at the sink. Two dishwashers, and yet we both insist on throwing another glass or the odd plate into the sink. I shook my head, disgusted at the pigsty that I told myself I would keep clean. Note to self, hire a housekeeper.
I got out some bread and turned the grill oven on, turning the radio on and turning it down. I grated some cheese. I closed the packet and put it back in the fridge. Why is it that all cheese brands are named after religious related words? Like Cathedral City? Bishops Land? Pilgrims Choice? I mean, is it really the Pilgrims Choice? Did they go and ask a bunch of Pilgrims to choose a cheese and they just happened to choose that one? Is it some sort of religious award show and they won the award for best cheese?
I pondered about my connection of cheese brand names and religious whatsits for quite a while. I could've gone on for longer. But I smelled burning. I looked towards the grill.
"Shit," I hissed, grabbing a tea towel and running towards the oven. I opened the door, greeted by a wave of thick smoke that I wafted away with my towel.
Beep beep beep beep beep
"For fucks sake!" I muttered at the sound of the fire alarm. I heard Troy coming down the stairs. Here we go. I dumped the burned toast on the counter. Troy smirked as he walked towards me, laughing at my frustration. He reached up and pressed the button on the fire alarm.
"God, Gabriella, thought you'd atleast be able to rustle up some cheese on toast." he laughed at the toast that was black on one side and white on the other.
"Laugh away, make your own breakfast." I sulked.
"Babe," he grinned, udging closer to me, dressed in one of his million white v-necks and his pair of pale blue knee-length shorts that he slept in. "I'm kidding."
"Whatever." I said.
"You're a great cook," he complimented me as I leaned on the counter. He snaked his arms around my waist as he stood behind me. His body soon pressed against me, so I was sandwiched between the counter and him. "Atleast you know what pesto is," he said randomly, making me giggle. "Seriously, you have every ingredient imaginable."
"I do, don't I?" I said, laughing at myself.
"I mean, you have chilli jelly."
"It's really good on toasted sesame seed bread."
"Exactly. You're wonderful. You just burned something. I'm kidding."
"Cool."
"Did you go to the bathroom or something?"
"Nope. I was wondering why cheese brands are named after religious related whatnots."
"Like you do." he said, parting himself from me so I could turn around and face him. "How about we go out for breakfast?"
"Sure." I nodded. "Let me get ready."
"Right, love you." he said, kissing my lips and letting me go. He turned off the oven behind me and tidied up a bit before following me up to get dressed himself. I put my hair up into the scruffiest bun imaginable and pulled on a colourful, summery, flowery dress and a light navy blue cardigan. I tugged on some sparkly, jangly bangles past my wrists akwardly and adjusted them to be over the ends of the sleeves and slipped a white, glossy, quilted Chanel bag with a silver chain across my body. I spritzed a light smelling perfume on myself and draped on a pendant before putting some make up on my face and eyes.
"Ready?" he asked as he came into the room to grab his keys. He was wearing his signature look that he always looked gorgeous in. A v-neck t-shirt, this time it was navy blue, and some jeans. He pulled on a grey and white cardigan over his shirt and hung some sunglasses on the point of the V.
"Wow, that's very fashion forward of you." I said, nodding at him.
"What do you expect when I've got a girlfriend like you?" he asked, getting up from pulling his pumps on his feet and kissing me. I pulled some white and gold gem studded Juicy Couture flats on, that I bought last week when I fell in love with them in Bloomingdales. They reminded me of my childhood and made me feel young again. Not that I was exactly ancient now. I remember when I was younger and my mom bought me some exactly like it, the only difference was that they were pink. They were squishy, and leather, and had gems studded into them, with a huge, unmissable Juicy Couture crown stuck on the front of them. Blingtastic. I loved those shoes. Heartbroken when I outgrew them. She bought me some more exactly like them, but they weren't the same. Nothings the same as your first pair of Juicy shoes. They're like a baptism for all female upper-market shopaholics.
"Aww, you." I grinned. "Let's go." I said, bouncing down the stairs, feeling extremely childish with my shoes on.
"You're lively."
"I know, it's the shoes baby."
"Okay." he said, deciding to not even ask. "You look pretty today,"
"Thanks," I said, knowing that he really did mean it when he said pretty. I mean, he always meant stuff. But sometimes when he says beautiful, or gorgeous, it's nice at first. But when they say it every day, the effect erodes. Pretty never erodes. Pretty is nice. "You look hot." I said forwardly.
"I know," he said, taking a quick glance in his rear view mirror.
"Confidence."
"It's what you'd get from a basketball player."
"It's a good quality to have." I nodded. "Not too much though. You want a nice balance. Don't wanna be putting yourself out there too much."
"Gabs, no offence, you sound like my dad when you say that." he laughed. It kind of took me by surprise. He never, ever mentioned his parents. So when he did, I went a little weary.
"How?" I said politely.
"I don't know, I guess he always used to say stuff like that to try steer me in the right direction." he shrugged.
"Mine did too," I said, smiling as I remembered him.
"Dad's are great aren't they?" he said.
"Yeah,"
"It's like they can do anything."
"I know, right." I said, secretly wanting to get away from the topic.
Thankfully we were parked up outside the diner. We got out of the car, and I hopped up onto the sidewalk. He caught up with me and walked beside me. I linked his arm and smiled at him, kissing his cheek. We walked inside the diner, and that so called friendly atmosphere that everyone always goes on about hit me. I felt like I was a teenager again, going to a diner with my boyfriend. The music playing in the background. My flat shoes and my across the body bag and my cardigan and flowy dress. Whenever my arm moved my bangles jangled. Pointless information of the day. Well, they are bangles. Kind of a state the obvious moment, really.
We sat openly at a booth, another refresher since now nearly all the time we got given a booth at the back. It was pointless being at the back. I couldn't listen in to anyone's conversation while Troy went to the bathroom or when it was quiet when we ate. I got a vision of myself and Troy in 60's style attire, and the whole thing quite washed out in pastel pinks and greens, with waitresses in huge skirts with tall, perfect beehives and frilly socks on roller skates twirling past us magically keeping hold of their trays. The music was jazzy and playing out of a jukebox. I was wearing a yellow flowy dress with my hair in a bun, and Troy had his hair slicked back with masses of gel in a blue shirt tucked into white pants with brown shiny shoes. Quite weird.
"Pancakes, waffles, bacon, fried egg, sausages, beans and toast. Sounds good to me." he grinned.
"Me too, but without the egg." I said. Eggs revolted me. They made me sick. The smell, the taste, the texture. The word itself. Egg. Egg. Poached egg. Shudder.
Fish also revolted me. I wish I liked fish. Everyone else did. It happened to disgust me. Everything about it just makes me gag. The smell, the taste, the look of it, the alive fish that swim around in the sea. Unless they are colourful and amazing, like you'd find in the Great Barrier Reef or in a pet store. But the ones that swim in big schools, like mackrel or haddock or cod, they make me sick. Especially when you walk past them in the supermarket on the fish stall, and they still have their eyes and their skin and their fins, and they just stare at you as you walk by. I remember when Troy made me try a piece of his fish. Well, I was really scared. I haven't had fish since I was eight. He put the disgusting piece of horror near my face. I was shaking, trembling. It sounds pathetic, but it happened. I was moving back, and the fork was moving forward. I actually started crying, because I was that scared. He moved the fork quicker unexpectedly.
It touched my lips. I screamed in horror.
I threw up.
A lot.
Another thing is mushrooms. So slimy and ugly. Eugh. Raisins. They make me feel a little bit sick. Wraps. Stop reading if you're eating one now, but the wrap reminds me of old people's skin, because it's such a creamy, milky colour and then has all the brown blemishes. Eugh. Gag.
"Can we have two Americans, please." Troy asked.
Saw the picture of Troy with his arm around me and his slicked back, gelled to Australia and back hair as he ordered. Keep getting the vision. Wishing the vision was real. It would be cool.
"Sure," she said.
Sure ya can, darlin! The redhead girl said in my vision, before whirling away on her retro, cherry red, rollerskates. Comin right up!
God, how I love the sixties.
"You alright, babe?" Troy asked me, his arm around me, leaned forward slightly. "You seem like you're in your own little world to me,"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just zoning out for a moment."
"Head in the clouds." he grinned.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"What shall we do today, Miss Montez?" he asked me.
"Have sex." I said, making him laugh.
"Anything better?"
"What's better than sex?" I shrugged.
"More... productive?"
"What's more productive than sex if you knock me up?"
"You know what I mean, what should we do?"
"Go to a museum." I said, being a little bit silly as I attacked a sausage fiercely on my plate, spearing it and slicing it.
"You're kidding? The nearest museum is twenty minutes away and it's twelve dollars a head just to walk around and be bored. I'd rather have sex."
"So you're saying if the museum was closer and was free you would rather go there than have sex with me?"
"I can have sex with you whenever I want."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I mean, you can't resist my charm."
"Oh I can't,"
"Nope."
"Well you're not as charming as you think."
"Oh I'm not,"
"Nope."
"You can't go a week without me."
"You can't go a fortnight without me." I laughed.
"Sounds like a bet."
"Does it?" I asked. Shit. I can't go a week without sex. Damn pride.
"No sex. First to cave loses."
"What's the punishment? Or prize?"
"No pleasure in sex for the next week, except for when they break."
"What?"
"So like, when you lose_"
"I'm not going to lose."
"Alright, but when you do, you can have an orgasm from me when you break, crack, cave, whatever. But after that, you don't get anything from me for the week. You'll just have to give me blowys and handjobs for the week. Whenever I want. There's a prize for the winner and a punishment for the loser. Well, for you."
"Sounds fair." I nodded, ignoring that he said I was going to lose again when I quite clearly wasn't.
"It is fair."
"No masturbation, either."
"I have to. I'm a guy. I need to empty myself regularly."
"Well, you can once every three days."
"Cool. Let's lay up a contract."
"What?"
"I wanna do this properly."
"Freak."
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The Sex Bet Contract
Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton can not have sex with eachother until one of these rules are broken.
1. Gabriella cracks and asks Troy for sex
2 Troy cracks and asks Gabriella for sex
3 Gabriella masturbathes more than once every three days
4 Troy masturbathes more than once every three days
5 They call a truce
Whoever caves first will suffer a week without orgasms, but still has to serve sex to the other person.
The loser will still be entitled to one orgasm when they cave.
Sign here ....................................................
And here ......................................................
And while you're at it, here too ...........................................................
"This is your contract?" I asked, reading over the piece of paper.
"Yes."
"It's awful."
"Well I'm sorry I forgot to go to law school."
"Whatever." I sighed, laughing at the basic contract that hardly made sense. I shook my head and signed the three dotted lines.
"Thank you," he said, taking my signed copy and giving me his. "You can keep that."
"Thanks."
"A quickie before we start?"
"Why not," I grinned, pushing him onto the bed.
---
"Alright, alright. We start now." I said.
"Right." he said, still regaining his breath. He lay still for a moment, his eyes closed. I did too. God, I was going to miss sex. I think he did that on purpose. Made it really good. Bastard. He's going down. He'll see. Don't challenge Gabriella Montez. You'll regret it. And he'll also get beat by a girl.
I got up and walked to my underwear drawer, discreetly grabbing some big, comfortable briefs and a normal bra, since I wouldn't be having sex today. I put them on in the bathroom, along with a warm, fuzzy night gown. I walked back in. Troy was up, pulling on some boxers. I caught one last glimpse at little Troy. I'd miss him so much. I never got to say goodbye. Heck, knowing Troy it wouldn't be long until I saw him again.
---
Six days later
This bet is really fucking killing me. It's making my whole life a misery. I'm stressed. I'm tired. I don't know how, but I think sex helped me sleep at night. I can't sleep. I just toss and turn. Anything remotely sexual makes me just want to rip his clothes off. This isn't fucking healthy. I'm pretty sure some couples only go at it every once a month or so. I'm going crazy from a meer six days. I miss little Troy and his twinned companions. I know Troy misses little G too.
He's starting staring at me. Whenever I do anything. If I get up off the couch. He stares at my ass as I walk across the room. If I walk towards him he stares at my chest. If I talk to him his eyes are always looking at them. The tension is incredible. Dinner is quiet. It's pretty akward actually. I'm not used to this. I'm not fucking caving though. One orgasm just for a week of no orgasms? I may as well wait a couple extra days for Troy to crack.
Another four days later
I may kill myself. Or go on anti-depressants. Sigh.
Another two days later
Seems Troy has stronger will power than I thought. We're both just waiting for the other to crack, and being miserable. I looked at the contract.
1 Gabriella cracks
Stop reading that one now, as that will never happen.
2 Troy cracks and asks Gabriella for sex.
Alright, count two in.
3 Gabriella masturbathes more than once every three days.
Nah.
4 Troy masturbathes more than once every three days.
How would I find out?
5 Call a truce.
Ha, no way in hell is that happening.
What about sabotage?
Sabotage gets you far. Very far. I can tease. I can innocently try on tight corsets and bodices. I can tie my shoe laces a little slower. I can apply my moisterizer a little more tenderly.
Sabotage is the key.
The next day
"Morning," I said, as he walked into the bathroom.
"Mor_ wow," he said. "Why are you trying on that?" he asked, looking at my black, satin bodice.
"Oh, I bought it the other day. Thought I might see what it looks like."
"Ah, right."
"How does it look?" I said, twirling around so he could see it up close instead of in my mirror reflection.
"It's beautiful." he said, nodding.
"Feel it," I said, taking his hand and running it up the soft, smooth material.
"It's gorgeous." he said.
"I know," I said, hiding my smirk with my hair. I made a soft grunting noise as I unhooked it from the back.
"I'm just gonna go downstairs," he said.
"Alright." I said, leaning up to kiss him. I let my tounge linger in his mouth for a little longer than usual, and withdrawed. My bodice fell. His eyes did too. "Woops," I said, bending over to pick it up.
"I'm gonna go now," he said.
"Alright." I said. "I love you,"
"I love you too," he said, going out of the room. She shoots, and scores. That was effective.
Gabriella - 1
Troy - 0.
A big fat zero.
---
Two days later
This is hopeless. I've done everything you could imagine. I'm just so fucking horny at everything I see. It's pathetic. It's Saturday morning. It's nine o'clock, and I'm having a nice lie in, since I have trouble sleeping these days. He emerged from the bathroom. Shit. He's in a towel. Still wet. His hair was stuck up. The little hairs on his tummy were darkened.
"What shall we do today, Miss M?" he asked as he casually removed his towel to dry himself off a little more. I watched in amazement. I caught a glimpse of my little friend. We'll be together soon, I mouthed to it. Fuck, I'm going crazy too. This bet may be the worst thing I've ever done in my life. I'll be diagnosed with a mental disorder and put in a home soon. Straight jacket too, as I'll probably make attempts of seducing the security guard or the lady at reception. I know, I'm desperate.
The muscles in his thighs stood out as he put his white Calvin Klein boxers on. No, take them off! I pleaded in my mind.
Whoever made up dignity and pride is an asshole. He put his arm around me and I snuggled up to him, kissing his chest. "I love you," I said quietly.
"I love you too," he said, playing with my hair.
Five days later
Day 20. Still no one has cracked. I've taken up tennis. Well, I say, taken up. I've actually just played it a couple times on the Nintendo Wii in the living room and then went out for an actual game with Sharpay. Which ended early because she broke a nail on the racket. Pour soul.
I'm still at my vicious sabotage attempts. I put my red, sparkly thong at the top of the washing basket yesterday.
I'm going shopping with Sharpay today. She's had her nail re-done and is now back on the town. We're going to the big mall, with four department stores in it. There's Saks, Bloomingdales, Barneys and Sears. That's my kind of mall. I love department stores. They're one of my favourite things. I can spend hours in them looking at all the different things. But I end up spending a fortune. So Troy tries to steer me away. But where's the fun in that?
"You ready?" Sharpay asked me as I opened the door.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Gimme a sec,"
"When I say ready, I mean_"
"I know, I'm just saying bye to Troy."
"I'll be in the car," she said.
"Have a nice time," he said, leaning up to give me a kiss as he sat on the sofa watching TV.
"I will, I'll bring you some nice things back." I said.
"Cool," he said.
"I love you,"
"I love you too," he said.
"No cheating on the bet while I'm gone, promise?"
"I promise, I wont. I want to play fair."
"Good, see you later."
"Bye." he said, kissing my lips again. I let go of his hand and walked out the door, closing it as I went along, to Sharpay's car.
---
We entered through the huge glass doors. The floors were white and glossy. The lighting was incredible. The music was funky. It made you want to buy everything.
"Juicy first," I said, walking towards the section of the store that was pink with a huge crown and had gold cabinets placed randomly filled with bags.
"I need some more sweats," Sharpay said, grabbing some pink ones and some green ones off the rails.
"What happened to the ones you had two weeks ago?"
"Zeke asked me to get something out of the oven for me and there was grease on the tray I was getting out. It got on them. Wont wash out."
"Aww," I said, walking towards the shoes. "What do you think of these?" I said, holding up another pair of flats.
"I think, you have a pair exactly like them in white but instead they're just pale blue."
"You don't think they're cute?"
"Yeah, of course I do. But you already have them in white and pink at home."
"But we have Uggs in every shade imaginable. Why can't we have these in different colours, too?" I asked, picking up a green pair and a black pair too.
"I don't know," she shrugged, picking up a brown pair of sweats. When Sharpay loses something, she replaces them with about five of them.
I paid for the three pairs of shoes, a pink notebook that read Choose Juicy on the front in green sparkly letters, a brown wallet, some green sweats and some pretty underwear.
We decided we'd finished clothes shopping, and went downstairs to the Food Court. Now, this wasn't really a food court. It was just like a floor of the department store dedicated to food. Mostly weird food, like monkey picked tea and swirly lollipops and everything you can think of assosiated with Jelly Belly. I'm honestly surprised they don't have peach flavoured wallpaper and a chocolate lake full of Oompa Loompas down there. I grabbed a basket. I figured I'd need it. I've recently replaced sex with eating.
Choccywoccydoodah were back! They had a huge section next to the alcohol part dedicated it. I saw some little white chocolate lovebirds with red bow ties. Now that's cute! I put them in my basket and walked to the alcohol part. I put some Absolut vodka in a sparkly red sequined case in my basket.
"What've you got?" Sharpay said.
"Drink." I smiled scarily.
"Cool," she nodded, grabbing some for herself.
We walked towards the part were all the weird stuff was, like chocolate covered ants and monkey picked tea.
"Haha, Gabs, look at these lollipops."
"What about them?"
"They're phermone lollipops!" she giggled.
"What's that mean?"
"They make you horny."
My mind went onto red alert.
"What?"
"Phermones make you want sex, and these have phermones in."
"It looks like a normal lollipop."
"Exactly. It's genius."
"It's perfect." I said, grabbing three out of the wooden basket and putting them into my basket.
"You're actually getting some?"
"I'm going to give one to Troy."
"You only need a couple licks."
"Well he's having the whole fucking thing."
"Okay," she laughed.
I paid for the lollipops, a huge M&Ms pillow and a huge Reese's pillow, my vodka, my lovebirds, a huge tub of 1000 Jelly Bellys to refill my dispenser, three swirly lollipops, a six pack of some Coke in decorated bottles, some sushi for Troy, a tub of sherbert, some chocolate bunnies, and a huge tub of Nutella.
Healthy and nutricious.
"Come on," she said, taking me by the arm to drive me away from the delicious smelling Indian food stall, as I had bought some rice, some curry sauce and some other Indian whatnots from the stall and I was willing to buy more. "We don't have time, I told Zeke I'd be back by six and it's half five. We should get going, Gabby."
"Okay," I said, coming out of the store and into the parking lot. I put my eleven bags into the trunk and we got going.
"So how are you going to feed him the lollipop?"
"Well, I figured I'm going to smash a bit of one up and ground it down really small and put it in his curry."
"That's sneaky!"
"I know, but I need to. None of us are going to give up. Cruel to be kind."
"Why don't you just call a truce?"
"We're both too stubborn. I'm gonna win."
"But you're cheating."
"He'll never know."
"You're horrible." she laughed as I was getting out. "Good luck, Gabby."
"Thanks," I said. "See you later,"
Troy opened the door to me, and Sharpay winked at me. I waved at her and she drove away.
"Hey baby, buy anything nice?"
"Is it like me to not buy nice things?"
"Nope."
"I bought you lovely things." I smiled. "Some chocolate, a lollipop, a couple shirts, some sneakers, new jeans."
"Cool," he grinned.
---
"Dinner's ready!" I shouted.
"It smells amazing." he smiled, taking a plate. I had to say, I felt a little mean. It was just as bad as giving him roofies, wasn't it?
I went to the living room with him to eat dinner. Aww man, I felt guilty.
"Troy!" I said quickly before he ate it. "Don't eat that one!"
"Why?"
"It's got my... sleeping pills ground into it. Eat this one instead." I said.
"Ah, right."
We swapped plates. Ah shit. Now I'd have to eat something that was going to make me even more horny. I hesitated before I put it in my mouth, swallowing it quickly.
"You want me to take your plate?" he said when we'd finished.
"Yeah," I said.
"You didn't eat much."
"I didn't really like it."
Right, if I had it. He can have it too. Damn consiense.
"Here," I said, giving him the lollipop whole. "I got you this."
"Thanks," he said. "Where's yours?"
"I already ate it."
"Ah, right." he said, unwrapping it and putting in his mouth. Success.
---
It was two hours later and we were watching TV. I smirked as I saw him adjusting himself from the corner of my eye. I deliberately put a film on that I knew had a steamy sex scene.
Oh, I'm bad.
I lay on the couch as I watched it. I'd deliberately put red lipstick on that day. Every now and then I'd catch him staring at me, and I'd casually adjust my top.
---
No success. Lay in bed. We're both awake, but it's silent. I'm stroking his chest, and sometimes deliberately going down to his belly button and tickling there.
This bet is stupid.
"I can't do it anymore." he said.
"What?" I said, my eyes brightening.
"No sex, can't do it." he said.
"Really?"
"You win." he said, kissing my lips.
"I win?" I asked, getting up.
"You win." he nodded. "But I cave, so you owe me an orgasm."
"Yes!" I said excitedly, jumping around. "I win! I win!"
"I win too," he said, pulling me back down and taking my clothes off quickly. He was more than eager.
---
"Gabs," he breathed as he flopped back on to the bed. "That was amazing." he said.
"I know," I whispered, lying on top of him.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too." I said, looking into his eyes. "Forget the punishment."
"What?"
"Forget it."
"Why?"
"I won. All I need is the pride of winning, which I don't really get anyway, because I cheated."
"What?"
"The lollipop was a sex lollipop."
"What?"
"The lollipop had chemicals in that make you want to have sex."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. I cheated. I won. But you don't have to suffer the punishment, because I love you and it wouldn't be fair on you. You're welcome."
"Woah, you'll suffer the punishment too!"
"I took the lollipop too."
"I bet you didn't,"
"It was ground up in the curry, but I'm so nice that I ate it instead of you." I shrugged.
"Oh, thank you so much." he said sarcastically. "You're a Saint."
"Thanks," I said, shrugging. "I found it hard."
"I did too," he said.
"No more bets like that, babe."
"Alright." he agreed. "Let's go again?" he suggested, more like gently declared.
"Yes." I giggled, kissing him again.
Hope you liked it guys x
Anyway, as for my drama, scroll down if you want to see. Don't if you want to be surprised.
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You'll be glad to know, Michelle is going to come back into it to sabotage Troy and Gabriella's relationship, and it kind of works.
No flames. :)
Love you guys!
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