When Gabriella got home, she instantly smelled her favorite food. Once she put her purse on the hook by the door, Troy wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed her against the door, and began to kiss her tenderly. Gabriella ran her fingers through his hair, and pressed their lips even closer together. Finally, they broke apart, both gasping for air.
"What was that?" asked Gabriella.
"I missed you," Troy replied simply.
"Well, then maybe I should get home late more often." Gabriella played with the hem of Troy's shirt with a mischievous glitter in her eyes.
"Maybe you should," he whispered in her ear before kissing her exposed neck.
"Troy…Troy!" Troy stopped, afraid that he had hurt Gabriella or something. "Why are you acting so funny?"
"Isn't a man entitled to make-out with his fiancé?"
"Well yes, but you usually let me get at least three feet inside the door. Troy Bolton, what do you want?"
"I want to know why you left Taylor's so suddenly." Gabriella gave Troy a confused look. "She called right after you left her place. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"We better sit down," Gabriella said quietly. "This could take a while." Troy sat on the couch, and pulled her onto his lap.
Gabriella rested her head on Troy's shoulder. His soothing breathing calmed her down some. Troy gently rubbed her arms as he waited patiently for her to talk.
"It's not that I don't love you, and don't want to get married; it's just that I don't want to end up like my parents."
"Do you mind telling me what happened between your parents?" Gabriella took several deep breaths.
"My parents met in college, and fell madly in love. Turns out, my Dad was a heavy drinker. He was also a liar." Troy felt Gabriella's tears on his shirt. "He told my Mom that he wanted kids, but the second she got pregnant with me, my Dad changed his name and left town." Troy kissed Gabriella' cheek softly, and stroked her dark hair.
"Don't you dare worry about that! I will never leave you for anything."
"I know, it's dumb. I shouldn't be delaying our wedding over something this stupid." Gabriella stood up. "We'll sit down tomorrow, and start planning." Troy got up, and wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll start when you're ready," he whispered in her ear. Gabriella smiled weakly, and gently broke free of Troy's caring grip.
"I'm going to go to bed; I'm getting a headache. I'm sorry baby."
"About what? There's not need for you to be sorry."
"You made my favorite food for dinner, and now we're not going to eat together." Troy kissed Gabriella's forehead softly.
"Gabi, its mac and cheese, not some gourmet meal only Zeke could make successfully. Go lie down, and feel better." Gabriella gave Troy a peck on the cheek, and went to lie down.
Two hours later, Troy quietly opened the bedroom door, and got changed for bed in the dark so he wouldn't wake up Gabriella. He crouched down next to Gabriella, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. God she was gorgeous, like an angel. Troy kissed her cheek, and climbed into bed next to her. Things were finally rolling for the wedding.
A/N: next chapter is the last one. After I finish my Rent fic, I'll start on the next HSM fic. I'll keep alternating between the two until I get through "The List". Please review!
Tina101