Chapter 36: What does that mean?
The next morning Troy Bolton got up from the bed and started to look for his boxershorts. As he couldn't find it, he walked into the walk-in closet and got out fresh black Armani boxershorts. Inside the drawer he saw the little box he knew all to well. Inside that box was a ring he picked out two months ago. And yet he didn't have the courage to ask her.
Troy opened the box and looked at the ring for a couple of seconds. The diamonds were sparkling all too well. It was the perfect ring. For the perfect woman.
He changed into the boxershorts and slowly walked to the bathroom. He stopped as he saw his love sleeping in the bed, covered with the silk beige sheets. And she snored again. She had snored for the whole night, but it did not bother him. Not as much as it did the last time she snored. Which was a long time ago.
He smiled as he walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth. He looked into the mirror, facing his reflection. Then he spit out the toothpaste and saw the packaging of a pregnancy test in the wodden trash can. His eyes started to look eagerly for the test strip all over the bathroom. But it was no where to be found.
Gabriella were still sleeping in the silk sheets, not even having an idea of what was about to be find in the bathroom.
He opened the drawer under the sink. There it was. The test stripe.
He picked it up and walked back into the bedroom.
Then he sat down next to Gabriella, who clearly was still sleeping. "Gabriellla..." he whispered into her ear.
"No. Let me sleep." she answered in a sleepy voice.
"Gabi..."
"What is so important that you have to wake me up?" she asked him in a cranky voice.
"I think there's something we should talk about."
"How about we do that later after I've had my beauty sleep?" she asked him and pulled the pillow over her head.
"Sweetie..."
"Fine." she said and pulled the pillow away, to lift herself. "What is so important that you had to wake me up and, I don't know, couldn't wait for a couple of hours?"
"What does that mean?" he asked the brunette holding up the teststripe.
Her eyes widened. She totally forgot about the test. Somehow between fighting and making up, she forgot about the pregnancy test. This wasn't like her. She has never forgotten such things. "I don't know. You tell me. What does it show?"
He took a closer look at the white teststripe, "Two lines. Two think black lines."
The brunette nodded but remained silent.
"Helloooo? Do I get anything other than a nodd? Does that mean you're pregnant or not?"
"It means that you will have to deal with a third child very soon." she answered with a smile on her lips.
He returned her smile and let the test fall on the ground, "You're pregnant."
"I'm pregnant." she echoed with the smile growing every second passing.
"You're pregnant." he said again and kissed her passionately.
The brunette returned his passion filled kiss and pulled him closer.
"Now if that's not worth waking you up, I don't know what is." he whispered against her lips.
"Oh shut up and kiss me." she said and felt his lips crashing against hers seconds later.
"We should go out tonight. To celebrate." Troy suggested as Gabriella was looking for something to wear in their closet.
"I don't know. It's still a little early to start celebrating, Troy." she said as she got out a pair of jeans, "I mean, if my calculation was right, then I am only nine weeks. Which is soon. There's a great chance I will have a miscarriage. A great chance, Troy."
"I am still taking you out. We haven't been out in ages. We will go out tonight, Gabriella."
The brunette smiled over her shoulder as she watched him getting dressed. "Okay. We'll go out tonight."
"Good." he said and kissed her softly, "I have some place to go."
"Where?" she asked him, already worried.
He shrugged, "I'll know when I am there."
"You don't expect me to believe that, do you?" she asked him suspcious.
He shrugged again, "Nothing but the truth." he said and left her alone in the closet.
"Okay..." she said and put on a white t-shirt. Seconds later Roxy walked into the closet.
Gabriella bend down, "Hey, do you know where he is going?"
The dog responded with a loud bark.
"Oh, if only you were able to talk..."
He had everything planned out. He had planned this night a million times in his head. He reorginazied every single detail over and over again. Until it was perfect.
Perfect for the perfect night. He would do it tonight. Tonight would be perfect.
With candles and all that stuff. In the sunset. It would be romantic. Something both, she and he, like. Although the weather wasn't exactly the best... He would do it in New York City. In the same hotel room she stayed in when he had sent her away. To realize what he should have known all along. That he loved her and that she was the only one for him.
He had already bought the tickets. And he had packed up two suitcases with their stuff in it. Then he checked in hours earlier than the actually flight is. To make sure she wouldn't notice the suitcases in the trunk.
He made sure everything was perfect.
"So where exactly are you taking me?" the brunette asked, moving her head away from the window.
"You'll see." he answered, trying to see something in this storm.
"The weather is going crazy... I don't know how you are able to drive in this storm. This is horrible."
"Well, I promised you to take you out tonight. I keep my promises." he answered, looking at the brunette.
Gabriella smiled at him, "You're not going to tell me where our destination is, will you?"
"No. But I can promise you that you will like it."
"So it's not a fancy restaurant?"
He nodded, "Not a fancy restaurant. I know you hate that."
"True. I still can't understand how people would waste so much money on so little food..."
"Although your best friend's boyfriend, aka your best male friend, is the owner of a lot of fancy restaurants."
"What's that suppose to mean?" she snapped at him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it very quickly. "Nothing." he added after thinking about his answer.
"No, tell me. Tell me what you think." she demanded.
"It's a little ambiguous, don't you think?"
"Ambiguous? What's there to be ambiguous?"
"You eat at those restaurants, don't you?"
"Oh you mean, I won't go to fancy restaurants, but I go to Mike's?" she nearly yelled at him, "He's my best friend for Christ's sake!"
"Still."
"Still what?"
"Perhaps having a dinner in one of those fancy restaurants. I mean, the meals are expensive for a reason."
"To be honest, I am a better cook than lots of those cooks in those fancy restaurants. You cook better than them. Perhaps you should open up a restraunt yourself. See how that goes." she suggested. "A change of career. What do you think about that, Mr. TroyBolton?" she snapped at him.
"You should cool down."
"Cool down? You're not telling me what to do right now, are ya?" she asked him surprised. "I am cooling down when I decide to. Not because you are demanded so."
"I am not demanding anything." he said looking at her. "I was just suggesting-"
"Suggesting? You were notsuggesting!" she yelled at him. "I can't believe that after ten years, we're still having troubles like we've just gotten into a relationship!"
"Are you-"
"Stop being all shrinky on me!" she snapped at him.
"I am not trying to pull the shrink out there!" he answered in a loud voice.
"Just because you are a music producer and a have the licence to be a shrink, does not mean you have the right to analyse me!" she screamed at him, "Watch the road. There's a red traffing light." she demanded as she saw that he glanced at her.
"Oh so now you get to be all demanding on me, but I am not able to analyse you?" he asked her. "You know, just because-"
"Stop the car!" she yelled as she saw about to jump him a red light.
The black Range Rover Sport stoped just in front of the crossroads.
"SERIOUSLY?" she asked him, shocked.
Troy was silent. Silent and shocked. "I was not trying to analyse you, Gabriella."
"We just nearly jumped a red light and all you can think about is that you were not analysingme?" she asked him shocked.
He looked at her, "What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing." she said and saw the green light in the corner of here eyes, "Just drive the freaking car."
"Don't try to blame the car, Gabriella. Your anger is not on the car. It's on me."
"Stop doing that!" she yelled at him. "Stop analysing me, like I am some patient!"
"I am not-"
"Eyes on the road." she demanded as he was about to look at her again.
"My point is, I am not analysing you. I am just trying to-"
"Oh but you are! Troy Bolton, the shrink! You know what? You shouldn't be a producer. You should be a shrink instead! Maybe then, and only then, you will stop analysing your girlfriend and children!"
"Gabriella-"
"You know what? You should do that. That's probably the best idea I've ever had! It's better than deciding to work in the background instead of the spotlight like you. It's better than..." she shook her head, "Best idea ever. You really should do that."
"Are you serious?"
She nodded, "As serious as I can be right now."
"This is ridiculous and you know it!"
"It's not. It's the truth."
He looked at her shocked. "Truth? There's no truth in those words of your's!" he yelled at her. "I mean, how could you-"
"Watch the road." the brunette answered.
"You're just being insane right now!"
"Insane? I am not the crazy one right here."
"Oh so I am?"
"Yes! Yes, because you are-"
"This is freaking ridiculous, Gabriella! You need to calm down."
"There! You're doing it again! Telling me what to do. You just can't quit it, can you?" she asked him as they stoped at another red traffic light.
He shrugged, "What'cha want me to do, Gabs? I can't change who I am. And if you can't accept-"
"Oh no, don't try to make me the bad one here!" she said to him. "It's green."
The Range Rover Sport started to drive into the crossroads, turning right. Suddenly a huge truck jumped over a red light, driving strictly towards them...
"Watch out!" the brunette yelled, watching the dark enormous track driving towards them.
Troy governed the wheel as far left as possible, but the truck was coming dangerously close to them.
The brunette's head turned over to Troy, looking into his crystal blue eyes. His eyes stared back into her chocolate brown one's. There was no time for words. But that one glance said enough. Then she felt the truck hitting them, harder than she could ever imagine.
The Range Rover Sport flipped over, hurling both humans out of the car.
Covered with blood and shattered glass, Gabriella lay on the hard asphalt. But she was alive. With pain in her chest and legs, she was breathing on the road. She survived. Survived something, she didn't thought she would.
Gabriella slowly got up, feeling that probably one arm was broken and her left ankle was sprained. But she was okay. Alive.
She looked around herself, seeing that the truck looked pretty damaged as well. If the driver was still alive, she didn't know. And it wasn't important to her. Not now anyway.
Her eyes stared to look desperately for the one human who has her heart. Her vision was a little blurry and she was feeling dizzy. But he was no where. No where around her. The brunette wanted to walk around the car, but something was making it hard for her. Confused, she looked down her body. The grey Chanel dress was all bloddy, her white Louboutins were bloddy as well. There was a bar, which was in her right tigh. A bar of diameter of about 1cm and the length of 15cm. So it wasn't huge. And she didn't even felt it. She was painless. Painless when she thought about that bar. Without any regrets, she walked to the other side of the car. She walked over millions of pieces of shattered glass. Then there was the smell of gasoline. It was the first time she noticed that smell. She didn't like it. It meant not a lot of times to find him. Which made her heart beat only faster than it already was. If that was possible.
She found him lieing on the other side of the car. Covered with shattered glass and a lot of blood. He was lieing there, not moving. Was he breathing? She was hoping so.
"Troy!" She ran over to him, feeling the bar in her right tigh for the first time. Yeah, it did kinda hurt.
Then she bend down and put her ear above his mouth, to hear if he was still breathing. And he was. Thank god, he was!
Suddenly a man appeared next to her, checking his pulse. "I'm Dr. Hamilton. Don't worry, I already called an ambulance. You will be fine."
"What about-"
"Your husband is still breathing. Unconsious, but breathing. His pulse is low. He probably broke one arm. And he has an open fracture on his leg. But it will be okay. Everything will be fine." the man answered, looking at her for the first time. "Are you okay?" he asked her worried.
The woman nodded, "I am fine."
He eyeballed her, "Miss, do you know that you have a bar in your right tigh?" he asked her worried.
She nodded, "It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt. Plus, I was able to walk here, so it isn't that bad. Or maybe it is, but I just don't feel it due to the adrenalin, which is streaming through my veins right now. But it doesn't hurt. At least not now. I don't feel any pain right now."
"What about your head? Does it hurt?"
She shook her head and touched her forehead. It was all bloody and smeary, "Not really. I mean, I feel a little dizzy and my vision is still kinda blurry, but it will be okay. I am fine. I'm just worried about him, that's all."
He nodded and took a closer look to her forehead, "Well the wound isn't that deep. A couple of stitches and you will be fine. What about breast pain? Do you have trouble breathing?"
Suddenly she noticed that it was harder for her to breath. Harder than it was before. "Well, yeah. A little bit." she answered the doctor's question, already hearing the siren of the ambulance. There were almost here. That was good. "Is he going to survive?"
Dr. Hamiltion smiled softly, "I will do the best I can to make sure you and your husband will stay alive."
Gabriella smiled softly and saw something sparkling on the asphalt behind the doctor with the green eyes. Something tiny was shining in the lights of the lanterns.
"What happened?" he asked her, trying to keep her talking.
"It was a car accident. We were about to turn right when that truck came out of nowhere. It hit us. Pretty hard, I assume, now seeing how far away we are from the crossroads. Is anyone else hurt?"
"You mean the other driver?"
"No, I don't care about him. I mean, as in another person. I didn't quite look for anyone else but him. He's important to me. Very important." she said, feeling tears coming down her cheeks.
"No one else is hurt but the driver, your husband and you."
"We're not married, although we do have kids."
"Then your boyfriend. What are the childrens name?"
"Emily and Johnathan. Both nine. Twins." she answered, her eyes still focused on the shiny thing in the background.
"What is your name?"
"Gabriella. Gabriella Montez." she answered, her eyes moving to Troy. "That's Troy Bolton."
"Chris." the doctor said, "I think we should call each other by first name."
"Is it that bad?" she asked him worried.
"He has some internal bleedings. But the ambulance will be here soon. So don't worry."
She got up.
"Gabriella, you shouldn't be moving-"
"You just make sure the love of my life is not dieing." she answered in a daze as she reached down and picked up the tiny shining thing. It was a ring. A diamond ring. A beautiful ring. A diamond engagement ring. For her. An engagement ring for her. From him. An engagement ring. A beautifull engagement ring. The perfect engagement ring for her.
Her mouth dropped. He wanted to propose tonight. To her. An engagement ring...
"The ambulance is here. Are you okay?" doctor Hamilton asked her concerned.
"Not really..." she answered as she turned around, feeling that she was losing consciousness.
The link to the engagement ring is in my profile.
There's a twisted epiloge coming up. I'm gonna upload it tomorrow, since tomorrow is Halloween :)
It's something different than you all would expect. I've never written anything like that before, so I hope you will like the epiloge.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. There will not be a sequel. But I am thinking of writing another story, with Troy and Gabriella being the main focus. The story would take place in a boarding school.
Tell me what you think about this chapter and about the new story idea.
Xoxo Nic