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Gabriella opened her eyes, and remembered that she was at Troy's house. She stretched her legs over the open space. The first thing she thought about was Luke. She wanted to call him, because she was worried, but this vacation was for her not to worry, to have fun. Maybe she would go to a club tonight. She got out of bed, and looked out of the window in her room. It overlooked the ocean.

"So beautiful," she muttered. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail and walked in the living room. Troy was on the couch, reading.

"Hey," he looked up. 'He looks good today,' she thought. 'Gabriella, stop thinking like that. You have a boyfriend.'

"Hi," she smiled.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah. Really good, actually," she muttered.

"That's good. So, um… when are you thinking of going to a hotel?"

"I know, you probably have a million other things, and I'm a bother. I'll find one right away," she decided to go to her room and pack up.

"No, that's not what I meant. You can stay however long you want," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll probably stay not that long."

"Okay," he muttered.

Suddenly her cell phone rang. "Oh, let me get that." She said.

"Hello?" She answered. She whispered one minute and went into the guestroom.

Troy sat there, still not believing that Gabriella was in his house. He really did like her. She probably didn't like him in that way, though. She was staying at his house. Maybe that meant something. He didn't have time to understand the female mind. After about five minutes, she came back out, off the phone.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"No problem. I don't want to sound like a stalker, but who was it?"

She almost hesitated saying that who it was, because it was Warren. She had this little feeling for Troy inside and didn't want to ruin it. "My… boyfriend."

"Oh," he said. Troy felt crushed. She really didn't like him. He was just getting his hopes up. After all, they only met again yesterday.

"So…"

"Do you want to do something today?" He asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Yeah, that sounds fun."

"We could go to the beach or walk on the boardwalk or something."

"Sounds good. I'll go get changed," she said. She went into the room, and put on a bikini with a tank top and shorts over it. She grabbed her purse and sunglasses off her nightstand and went into the living room. Troy was standing by the kitchen. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and tan shorts.

They walked around. It was a warm and sunny day. The waves were crashing on the shore.

"It's really good to see you again, Gabriella," he said, squinting at the sun, and then looking at her.

"It's really good to see you, too. I'm glad I came out."

"Yeah. So how is Albuquerque now-a-days?" He smiled.

"Boring. It's good, though. My neighborhood is calm, so it's fine for now. It's weird that I used to live in California and now New Mexico, and you used to live in New Mexico and now California. I take it you like it out here," she said.

"Yeah. It's really different than Albuquerque. That's for sure."

"The ocean's nice. It's so pretty out here."

"That's why I like it."

She nodded and they went to get some ice cream. Then they sat down on the sand.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call," he said, randomly.

"Huh?"

"When I left, for college. I'm sorry," he looked out at the waves.

She looked down, "It's okay. I just… thought we were at least going to stay friends."

"Me too. Everything just got really hectic and I didn't find any time. Well, you never called either."

She knew the reason she didn't call. It was because she was pregnant with his kid. "I know. We just lost touch. But, we're good now, right?"

He smiled at her, "Yeah. So, you have a boyfriend now?"

"Uh, yeah. His name is Warren."

Troy almost cringed at his name. It was ugly. "Cool. What have you been up to these past years?"

"Not much," she muttered. She didn't like lying, because she knew she has been really busy these years. She only went through childbirth!

"Same. Well, I went to college, which was really fun."

"Yeah, college was cool," she actually went to college for one year, but then dropped out because of Luke. "Are you in a relationship right now at all?"

"Nope. I had a serious one like a year or two ago. We went out for a while, but things just didn't work out in the end."

"I'm sorry. I know breaking up hurts."

Troy looked down, suddenly feeling like he was being blamed for her being hurt about their break-up. Well, that's what he thought she was referring to.

Suddenly her cell phone rang. "Hang on," she said and rummaged it out of her purse. The caller ID said 'Montez.' That meant it was her mom. She got up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi mommy," Luke said through the phone.

'Oh my god! It's my son! What do I say? If I say, 'Hi Luke, honey, how are you?' Troy might think I'm weird that I'm talking to my dog. Hm…' She walked a little further so she was away from Troy.

"Hey, sweetie," she said.

"I'm calling you!" He laughed.

"I know. This is your first real phone call," she couldn't help but smile at how cute Luke was. She looked at Troy and suddenly felt really bad about never telling him. If she told him now, would he be really mad at her, or happy that he has a child? She was too scared to take any chances.

"Yep. What are you doing, Mommy?" He asked.

"I'm at the beach. I wish you were here with me," she looked at the seagulls flying over the water.

"Me too, but me and grandma are playing games and we had ice cream today."

"That's good. Now you're making me want to be there!" She laughed.

"I miss you," he said in his cute little voice.

"Oh honey, I miss you so much, too."

"Grandma wants to talk to you now," he said.

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too," he said and then she heard movement on the other line.

"Gabi?" Ms. Montez said.

"Hi mom," she said, "How is Luke? Is he being good?"

"Yes, he's a very good kid. Just like you were. Are you having fun?"

"Yep, a blast. You're a lucky mother," her mom said. That made Gabriella feel even worse. Troy could have been a lucky father.

"Yeah, I know. So, um… I heard you guys got ice cream," she said, trying to make quick conversation. She didn't want Troy to question what was the phone call about.

"Yes we did, and then we played a few board games. Oh, and yesterday we went to the park. Who knew Luke was so good at basketball?"

"Yeah," she muttered.

"Well, we have to go. Just giving you a little call. We'll call you later. Bye," her mom said.

"Bye," she hung up the phone and slid it back into her purse. She walked over and sat by Troy on the sand.

"Boyfriend?" He asked.

"Not exactly," she responded. "It was my mom."

"Oh," he said, squinting his eyes from the sun, "So, uh… do you still keep in touch with anyone from high school? Like Taylor, or something?"

"No, actually I don't. I really wish I had made more of an effort to, though. I miss everyone. Do you?"

"I still talk to Chad and Jason a bit. They both moved here, so it's easier to keep a relationship with them," he said, getting up. He started walking toward the water.

Gabriella got up and started following him, "Where are you going?"

"Follow me."

She continued to go towards the waters edge. She walked up beside him. "What?"

"Look," he said, pointing a boat on the water.

"A boat?" She asked, confused, "What's your point?"

"We should rent one."

"That's okay. I'm fine with staying on land," she laughed.

"Come on. It'll be fun. Please?" He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. It was then that she realized how cute he was. He was so sweet, and he looked so much like Luke.

How could she say no? "… All right! Fine," she smiled.

They walked into a store. It said Beach Warehouse. A man appeared at the front desk.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yeah, we want to rent a boat," Troy said, sounding really sure of himself. Gabriella smiled.

"One of the XPX sails?" The man asked.

Troy nodded.

When the man gave Troy the keys to the boat and told them where it was parked, they walked over and found it. It was white with red stripes along the side (supposed to be like the east high colors).

"Here's your life jacket," he handed it to her.

"Thanks," she put it on and they got in.

"Are you in?" He asked.

"Yeah."

Then they checked to make sure everything was secure and then Troy drove it out onto the water. The wind was blowing in her hair. When Troy stopped the boat so they could relax a little, he stopped and faced her.

"I haven't done this in a while," he said.

"Neither have I. I barely did it when I lived here. Of course, I lived in San Diego."

"Yeah. Come here," he got up and stood on the edge of the boat.

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"Of course. If it wasn't safe, would I let you be doing it?"

Unsurely, she stepped on the side platform of the non-moving boat. She almost fell, but Troy grabbed on to her arm. She made a slight scream.

"It's okay. I got'cha."

She stood next to him, feeling the wind blow against her body. Suddenly, she could feel herself lose balance and before she knew it, she was in the water. When she came to the surface, Troy was next to her.

"Wow, are you okay?" He asked, swimming to the boat and helping her up. He let her go up the stairs to the boat first, being the gentleman that he is. When they got up, he put a towel around her.

"I thought you said that was safe!"

"If you're careful. It's not like it bumps you back if you fall. At least there weren't any sharks around us," he said.

"What!" She screamed.

He laughed, "I'm kidding. We got up in time. So they wouldn't have gotten us anyway."

"Troy! That's not funny," she smiled.

"Sorry. But hey, I went in to save you. So if the sharks got you, they would have got me too. So, it's fair."

"Fine," she said.

When they got to Troy's house, he put his keys down.

"I think I'm going to go change," she said, with the towel still around her.

"Okay. Me too," he said. When Troy got to his room, he put on a different t-shirt and some jeans. When he came out, she wasn't there. 'Must still be changing,' he thought. He sat down on the couch, thinking about how much fun he had. He didn't want to admit it, but he started to really like her. She was pretty and fun. The only problem is that she has a boyfriend, and she probably doesn't like him back.

"Hey," she came out in a skirt and tank top.

"Hi," he said.

She sat down beside him, "Well, that was an adventure today."

"Yeah, it was, but it was fun," he grinned.

"It really was. I haven't done something that exciting in so many years."

"I know. Well, I don't know, but neither have I. Well, I have, but just not this much fun. I don't think what I just said made any sense," he laughed.

"Maybe not exactly, but that's okay. I understood every single word you said."

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