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"Morning Gabriella," Troy said as he practically skipped into the kitchen.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning kitchen, morning oven, morning plate, morning cutlery, morning beans, eggs, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, morning pancakes." he said. "Good morning chair and table." he said as he sat at the table.
"Why are you so.. happy?"
"It's a nice day."
"Yeah... why are you so happy?" I asked again, not considering a reason.
"Woke up on the best side of the bed. I love my life." he smiled. "How do you feel about yours?"
"I'm pretty happy with it," I said, a little weirded out.
"That's wonderful, Gabriella." he said. "Come sit on my lap."
"I prefer the knee."
"Knee then," he said, pushing his chair back to give me room. "You look beautiful this morning."
"I've just rolled out of bed to make you some breakfast..."
"Well, you still look beautiful. You just have one of those faces."
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked. Now usually, it was a joke when someone asked that. I meant it with all sincerity.
"I'm feeling wonderful. On top of the world."
"May I ask why?"
"Ah, well it's got nothing to do with the fact that the Thunderbirds have completely crashed and burned because they took out a huge loan just before the recession began and they have no way of paying it back."
"Ah, now I see. So it's really quite mean that you're this happy."
"Just a bit." he said.
"Alright." I said with a little laugh. "Random start to the day. Eat up," I said, stealing some sausage dipped in beans from his plate and putting it in my mouth. "Delicious."
"Yes you are." I heard him say.
"Excuse me?"
"Sausages are." he cleared his throat.
"That's what I thought you said." I nodded, walking over to the island to clear up. "So what's happening to the Thunderbirds then?"
"I don't really know for sure. I just know that if Thunderbirds can't pay the loan back by the end of this month, they're goners."
"Aw, what about all the players and their families?"
"Exactly. That's the only reason I want them to get through it. But the players could go to other teams, I suppose."
"Yeah," I nodded. "They should auction the players to other teams."
"Wouldn't that be a little offensive to all the other players on the team? Like the best one, he starts at like a hundred thousand dollars and then another player right after it starts at fifty thousand?"
"Suppose." I nodded. "Ah well, not our problem." I shrugged.
"No it isn't," he agreed.
"What are we doing today?"
"I thought we were just gonna chill today. Watch that DVD I got sent."
"Ah right. Yeah." I nodded. "Sounds good."
"You not having breakfast, darling?" he asked me.
"Nope." I said, cleaning the island surface with a cloth and bleach.
"Why?"
"Not hungry."
"Neither was I, but I still ate."
"Troy," I said, getting sick of him pestering me about how little I eat. "Leave it."
"You're not fat, Gabs."
"Troy," I said. "I know, I'm happy with my body. I just don't feel like eating this early in the morning, babe."
"It's ten o'clock," he said.
"Don't babe, I don't feel like you pestering me. Can you just leave it please?"
"Yeah, sure." he said, getting up to put his plate in the dishwasher. He gave me a little unnecassery peace making kiss on the cheek en route to the dishwasher.
"Thanks," I said. I gave myself an invisible pat on the back as I stood back and looked at the kitchen I'd just cleaned. I would be such a good housewife. I could have pink rubber gloves and everything, and scrubber, and an apron, and my hair in a beehive like you see on those old washing up bottles from the sixties. God, what was it with me and the sixties? You'd think I died then and was re-incarnated or whatever the word is. I scrambled around underneath the sink in the cupboard full of bleaches and detergents, hoping to maybe find something I could use to make it even cleaner so it looked like in those adverts, when I found my cute little watering can that I picked up from Urban Outfitters a couple months ago when I had a strange plant growing fetish.
I turned around after filling it with cool water, and faced the garden. Shit. The garden wasn't exactly small. I groaned as I stepped outside. The vines were twirling up the posts on the decking where the table and chairs were, sprouting with deep green leaves and bright pink flowers. That looked pretty. But everything else? Overgrown. The tiki lights had fallen over from the storm the other week.
Notes to self list
Buy Troy more socks
Buy self more socks
Get more flowers
Buy more coffee mugs
Buy steak knives
Kelly at work pregnant, hire someone in her place
Buy Kelly a present, preferably non alcoholic.
Stop eating out all the time
Learn how to cook decent meals
Mom's birthday in a month
Buy a recipe book
Don't insult Troy when he's stressed
Start painting
Hire a maid
Hire a gardener
That list is getting bigger and bigger by the day. I sighed, deciding to just leave the damn garden for the gardener that I would hire. Maybe I would interview them and get a really sexy, Desperate Housewives style gardener that always takes his shirt off and tucks his spade into his washed out jeans. Delicious.
I threw the water over a dried out plant, before realizing it was dead. Damn. Welcome to the jungle, the song springs to mind at the moment.
I put the watering can in the cupboard and washed my hands as dirt went onto my fingers. Damn. Underneath my nails. Just had them done, too.
"Troy," I called, going upstairs to wherever he was.
"Yeah,"
"That garden's a mess." I said.
"Yeah, you should do something about it."
"Me?"
"You're the girl. You like gardens."
"Don't be so stereotypical."
"Don't be such a femenist."
"How am I a femenist?"
"That's all they talk about. Being individual and shit."
"Where's this coming from?"
"I don't know." he said.
"What are you doing?" I asked, jumping onto the sofa beside him and looking at the laptop. "I hope you're not Googling yourself."
"Don't worry, only Chad does that."
"So why are you on Google?"
"Looking at stuff."
"What stuff?"
"No one."
"So it's a person."
"Nope."
"You're not looking at porno are you?"
"No, darling."
"Then who are you looking at?"
"Finding pictures of you."
"Why?"
"My cousin, from Australia. You've never met him. We get on quite well."
"Oh," I said, a little weirded out that he was sending pictures of me to some random guy in Australia.
"He's just added me on Facebook. We haven't spoken in eight years. He doesn't know who you are. So I'm showing him."
"Oh, cute." I said. "What's he like?"
"He owns a business in Australia. Not huge, but big enough. He's earning a lot. His house is amazing. He's got a wife, two kids. One girl, age four and one boy, aged two."
"That's sweet," I said. "How old is he?"
"Twenty eight next week."
"We should send him a present." I said.
"I don't really know him that well, now. I wouldn't know what to send."
"Something, I don't know. Guy related."
"I'll think about it."
"Cool." I nodded, giving him a kiss. "Tell him I say hello."
"Will do." he said.
"I think I'm gonna go out." I said, getting up.
"Where too?"
"Mall."
"What? Why?"
"I want a pick and mix. They have the most amazing range. Nearly covers a wall."
"Cool, get me one. Unless you want me to come with you."
"I'm good."
"Cool. See you later, babe."
"Bye, love you." I called, bouncing down the stairs and out the door.
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I browsed the aisles with my little pick and mix bag and my spoon, feeling like a little kid. There was just so much choice. I started with a handful of fudge, then went on to some midget gems and some giant strawberries and big blue dolphins. I got a giant, multi-coloured spider, and some jelly snakes. I put some fizzy cola bottles and some normal cola bottles in, along with some cherries, some fizzy and some not. I got some white chocolate mice, then some fish and chips. I got some chocolate covered, chewy toffee pieces, and some chocolate caramels. Those were delicious. I put some jazzies in, and some rings. I made a bag for Troy, then called it a day with the pick and mix.
But you know me. I can't just stop at a pick and mix. I have to go over the top.
I walked towards the Jelly Bellys pick and mix, getting a bag. I held the bag under the different flavours; Jalepeno, Pina Colada, cola, strawberry, raspberry, lime, lemon, candyfloss, bubblegum, orange, apple, blueberry, cherry, Dr Pepper and some more that I can't remember. I sealed the bag, since it was full to the brim.
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Troy's Mind
I sighed. I was incredibly bored. It was quiet when Gabby went out. I looked at the clock. She'd been gone for twenty minutes. Felt like so much longer. Knowing her she'd get some Pick and mix, then see the jelly beans and get about fifty kilograms of them, then see the M&Ms stall and go get some of them too, then get more and more. I knew her.
It was silent. I could hear the clock ticking. Usually I'd be able to hear Gabriella singing or talking to herself as she tidied up and stuff.
We should get a dog.
Notes to self list
Get Gabby to buy some more socks for me
Think of a gift for Henry
Remember Gabriella's mom's birthday
Laugh at Chad for getting beat up by Taylor
Buy flowers for mom's birthday and some for dad too
Get a fish and Spongebob decorations for the bowl
Get a dog
Simple and sweet. I heard the doorbell ring, the sound chiming through the house, followed by a rushed, urgent knock. I hurried down the stairs. Must be desperate. Maybe someone needs help. I could see the figure through the frosted glass. Tanned, slim, blonde hair, most likely a woman. I opened the door quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked quickly, frowning as my ex-girlfriend who supposedly hated me stood before me.
"Troy," she said. "I need to talk to you."
"Why?" I asked, not inviting her inside, but she barged past anyway.
"I made a mistake. A big one."
"What kind of mistake?"
"I should have never let you go. Babe, you're the best boyfriend I've ever had."
"What?"
"I've been miserable since you left, desperately trying to hide it. But I love you, Troy. I really do."
"You clearly don't." he said. "You were fine without me for four months. Why come back now?"
"Because, Troy. I've been trying to mask the feelings that I still have for you, hoping they'd just go away. But they wont. I believe what we have is real. We're meant to be. I know it. I feel it."
"Really? Cause I'm having a little trouble feeling whatever you're feeling. I'm feeling a little sick to be honest with you."
"Babe, come on, you can't deny that you loved me."
"Loved."
"Love like that can't just disappear, Troy. It's stored in your beautiful heart."
"I don't love you anymore."
"Babe_"
"Michelle, you left me, okay? I cheated on you."
"I don't care. That was in the past. It was stupid. You were with me for years. You needed a break from me, a try of something new."
"Michelle, I really love Gabriella now."
"That's a petty love."
"Excuse me?"
"That's a petty, little high school flame, Troy. It burned out and that flame just happened to get re-lit, no doubt it'll burn out again. You were just excited to see eachother."
"You don't understand what we have, Michelle."
"I do though, Troy, and it's not like what you and I have."
"Had."
"You're just being stubborn Troy. You're being too nice. You know, you know, deep inside you, that really, all you want to do is get back together with me. But all your friends like Chad and Sharpay and Zeke will get mad at you and wont be friends with you anymore. Why don't you do something for yourself for a change, Troy?"
"Because I don't feel like I have anything for you."
"Prove it,"
"Prove it?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"The spark test."
"The spark test?" I asked. Before I knew it, her face was speeding towards mine, her hands on my head, keeping it locked in position. Her lips were coming towards mine. Oh shit. She licked my bottom lip, and slid it into my mouth. It felt so familiar. Kind of comforting. No, don't get sucked into it, Troy. Pull away. Pull away.
"What the fuck?" we both heard.
Oh shit.
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"Sharpay, but do you know where she is?" "Yes." "Is it decent?" "Very decent." she nodded, her arms folded.
"What's she like?" "She's not upset. Yet. She's just incredibly angry and will probably cut your peni_" "Alright, alright. She gets mad enough to do that when I don't do the dishes."
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