Hello! I'm baaack! Thank you all for the wonderul reviews.

Have fun! In this chapter, trouble arises between the Boltens' and Montezs'. Oh, and Troy has a accident.

P.S. I do not have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

Troy and Gabriella were just about to declair total bordem when a call from Ms. Montez (A.N: I really need to give her a name) called from downstairs.

"Dinner!" Troy had stayed for lunch, and then the two of them had gone back upstairs to practice for the musical. That had ended an hour ago, and they entertained themselves telling really dull, boring, stupid jokes. Only a few of them actually had the two of them laughing. Gabriella threw a fist in the air and jumped off of the bed, running out of the door and down the stairs. Troy lifted himself from his lying position on the rather comfortable floor and streached, risaing his hands above his head. Walking out of the door, he found Gabriella setting the table for her mother.

"Hello," Ms. Montez said. "Careful, I just mo-" To late. Troy let out a yell of surprise as he slipped on the wet floor that Ms. Montez had just mopped. Gabriella gasped and ran over, leaning down beside him.

"Meant to do that..." He gasped, dropping his head to the floor and hissing in pain.

"Troy! Are you OK?" Ms. Montez joined her daugther beside Troy, who was trying to fight back tears of pain.

"No, I ...don't think so."

"What hurts?" Ms. Montez asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"My leg." Troy said, trying to sit up, but not having much luck. He fell back to the floor. "Yea, I think I am just going to stay here for a bit." Gabriella and Ms. Montez took him under each arm and helped him sit up. He gasped as his leg was jarred, grabbing it with his hands.

"I am so sorry, Troy. I should have warned you sooner. Here, let me see it." She started probing his leg, pushing it until she found the tender spot. It was right above his knee.

"S'ok. I'll live. Could I have some asprin, though?" Gabriella nodded and stood up, going over to one of the cupboards and pulling out a small white bottle, opening it and taking out a few of the pills. After filling a glass with water, she walked back over to Troy and handed them to him. He took it gratefully and swallowed the pills.

"Do you think you need to go to the hospital?" Gabriella asked, concerned.

"Nah, my dad will just bug me for hours if I do that. Oh, crap. This means I won't be able to make practice!" Troy said, realizing his father was going to be even more mad, if that was possible. He was never totally serious about quitting, although he had considered it quite a few times, and might again in the future.

"Are you sure, Troy? Your leg might be broken."

"Yea, I'll be fine. Just...help me up." Ms. Montez looked doubtful, but helped him up nonetheless. Troy let go of her and started to walk across the room, without support. He got a total of two steps before his leg colapsed beneath him and he fell to the ground. "Come to think of it, maybe..."

"Ok, Gabbi, go get the car started up. Troy, where did you leave your coat and shoes?"

They were sitting inside the emergency room, Troy rearly falling off of the edge of the chair it was so packed. A docter came into the waiting room and looked up from his chart.

"Troy Bolten?"

"Yea, thats me." Gabriella and Ms. Montez got up with him and helped him to the bed that the doctor had pointed to.

"I'm Dr. Shanchez, what seems to be the problem?"

"My leg." Troy responded, looking around. The bed he was sitting on was one of three in a rather large room. An old man of about sixty sat in the bed next to him, and the one in the far corner was empty. Dr. Shanchez nodded and mumbled a few things, jolting stuff down on his chart.

"Any previous injurts?"

"No...well, I broke my arm in third grade."

"Ok, um...are you his mother?" The docter pointed to Ms. Montez.

"No, I'm Karen Montez, and this is my daugther, Gabriella, Troy's girlfriend." Gabriella blushed slightly when she said it, but Troy looked like he hadn't even heard. He was still looking around at the room and the ones beyond it.

"Ok. We will need to contact his parents. Do you know their phone number?" Karen nodded. "Good, you can use the phone over there." He pointed to a black, cordless phone on the far wall. "Troy, you have had an x-ray before, right?" Troy nodded. "Good. We will be taking you to get one of your leg shortly. I will be back in a minute." He walked out of the room just as Troy's dad picked up the phone. Karen handed it to Troy.

"Hi, dad." He closed his eye's, knowing what was going to happen.

"Troy! Where were you? Your mother has been very worried!" Troy slapped his forehead with his free hand. He had forgotten to call his parents.

"Sorry, dad. Forgot to call you."

"Are you at Gabriella's house?"

"No, I am in the Hospital."

"Are you OK?" His dad seemes to forget all of his rage, suddenly concerned for his son. "What happened? I'll be right over with your mother.

"No, dad. I'm fine. I just hurt my leg," Troy said.

"Still, me and your mother will be there as soon as possible...who is there with you? And what happened?"

"Ms. Montez an Gabriella are here, and I slipped on their kitchen floor." Troy sighed again, holding the phone away and sticking a finger in his ear. You could hear the loud yells coming from the other side of the reciever. Gabriella winced and moved slightly away from Troy. "Dad, please stop shouting." There was another pause, in which the screaming stopped, but you could still hear Jack. "Fine, dad. See you soon." He gave the phone back to Karen and looked at the floor. "Well, that went well." He joked.

"Troy, why was your dad yelling?" Gabriella asked. However, her answer was postponed as the door opened and Dr. Shanchez waslked in with a wheelchair.

"What is that for?" Troy asked, pointing at it from his spot on the bed.

"To take you up to x-ray."

"Do I have to ride in it? Can't I walk?" The docter shook his head and Troy, reculently, sat in the wheelchair. Positioning himself so his leg was not throbing, he looke up at the docter.

"My mom and dad will be here soon. Could you look out for them?"Dr. Shancheznodded and kicked the kickstand (A.N. Don't know what it is called) on the wheelchair and they started moving. Ms. Montez and Gabriella walked out and went to sit in the waiting room until Troy was out, or his parents came. Neither one was looking forward to the latter. After a few minutes, Gabriella stood and started pacing around. Just as she was about to lose it from bordem, two people walked through the door. It was Jack and (don't know her real name) Sara. Ms.Montez stood and walked over to them.

"Where is Troy?" Jack demanded. Gabriella decided to stay as far away from them as possible and waited by the vending machines.

"He's getting his leg x-rayed right now. Listen, I am really sorry. I had just mopped, and forgot to warn Troy. I am so sorry." Ms. Montex apolagized again.

"Why was he over there in the first place?" Jack asked coldly, Sara touched his arm. He shugged it off.

"He came over because he was afraid of you and didn't want to meet you face to face yet," Ms. Montez said boldly. "He was going to go home after dinner."

"Why didn't he call and say where he was?" Sara asked, stepping front of her husband and looking Ms. Montez in the eye. She was much kinder than Jack.

"He forgot, I guess." She was just about to go on when she saw Troy waving, he was being rolled in on his wheelchair. Appearently they were done. "Why don't you ask him yourself." Jack pushed past them and walked up to the man at the front desk.

"I am sorry for Jask's behavior, he isn't usually like this." Sara said, looking over in Gabriells's direction. She was looking at the floor, not wanting to meet Sara's eye. "It's ok, honey, I don't bite." Gabriella looked up and started walking slowly up to Sara. Standing by her mom, Gabriella finally looked Sara in the eye.

"Hello, Ms. Bolten."

"Hello, Gabriella. I have heard a lot about you from Troy." Gabriella nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with Sara. "I do not feel the same way as my husband. I think basketball has always been controlling Troy's life. I think it is good he is meeting new people and getting involved in new stuff." Gabriella looked up sharply. Did Ms. Bolten just say she approved of Gabriella and the musical? Couldn't be...

"Thanks." She muttered under her breath.

It was another two hours before Troy was realesed. Those hours were full of arguements, bad news and more ranting from Troy's dad. Troy was glad to be out of there, besides the point that his leg was broken in two places, he had to go home, and it looked as though a Civil war had started between Ms. Montez and his dad. By the time he had gotten home, it was a wonder that his fathers voice hadn't gone hoarse from whining about 'that Montez girl'. Troy found it best not to interupt. As soon as the car was stopped, Troy opened his door and pulled out his crutches and limped to the front door. Opening it with his key, he started planning how he was going to ger upstairs without killing himself. Soon, he was up in his room and on his computer. Logging onto his favorite chat room, he started up a converation with Chad, who was also logged on.

HoopsDude: Hey, Troy, how you been? And why did you change your pen name?

HopelesslyConfused: How did you know it was me?

HoopsDude: Hello? Big screen poped up when you logged on. I have it set to do that.

Hopelesslyconfused: Oh. Well, I have bad news, and worse news.

HoopsDude: Bad first.

HopelesslyConfused: Broke my leg.

HoopsDude: You have got to be kidding me!

SDwinner! has logged on

HoopsDude: Uh, Taylor, what does...Duh, that is what your name stands for. Still haven't gotten over that?

SDwinner: Nope. Deal with it. Hey, Troy! How you doing?

HoopsDude: He broke his leg. Troy, worse news now.

HopelesslyConfused: Well, it looks as though a civil war has broken out between my family and Gabriella's.

HoopsDude: Ouch. By the way, how did you break your leg?

HopelesslyConfused: Sliped on wet floor at Gabriella's.

BookWorm has logged on

BookWorm: Troy, slipped has two 'P's.

SDwinner: Hey, Gabs. How ya doing?

BookWorm: Good. Troy, Civil war is an understatment. My mom is still fuming. In fact, I think I should go now. Sorry for such a short visit!

HopelesslyConfused: S'ok. Bye, Gabriella!

BookWorm: Good-bye everyone! ((Hugs))

SDwinner: See you Monday.

BookWorm has logged off

Hopelesslyconfused: Oh, man! I just realized I have two reports I have to do by tommorow! I have got to go!

HopelesslyConfused has logged off

HoopsDude: Ok...well, it looks like it just me and you...

SDwinner: Ugh..

Troy got off of his computer and opened his homwork folder, pulling out one of his reports, wishing it would beMonday already.

Well, This is it for now! In the next chapter...Gabriella andTroy fight against Jack to be able to see each other, and Chad, Taylor, Troy and Gabriella try to stage it so Troy still has time to sing.

Hope you have fun! Please drop a review! Took me two hours to type up!