Ryan's POV
I watched Jack sleeping in his bed and longed to be next to him. I am bi, not gay, not strait. He was so still and calm while he was asleep. As he breathed out, his dirty blonde hair would float up, and fall back down slowly. The only bad part about seeing him sleeping was I couldn't see his beautiful eyes. I eventually fell asleep too after watching him for an hour or so.
Troy's POV
Ms. Darbus told me that I should probably stay in Taylor and Gabriella's room, since Gabby wouldn't let me leave. I slept on the floor in between their beds. Gabby kept waking up, either crying or she'd just start talking randomly. Ms. Darbus had Taylor stay in the room because it's against policy to have a boy and girl sharing a room without and adult or classmate. When Gabby woke up crying for about the fourth time because she kept forgetting where she was, I got up sleepily and moped over to her bed. She reached up and I hugged her. I love Gabby, but this is just ridiculous! I know that's sort of mean, after all, she's just scared. She can't remember where she is and right now, all she wants is to be with me. I guess you could say it's a bit 'flattering.' Gosh I hate that word, it's too feminine. Well, when Gabby woke up that time Taylor I guess was sick of it. "You know what! We all love Gabriella, but I also love sleep, so I am going to go room with Sharpay and Kelsey tonight! Oh, and all I can say is, good luck Troy, you are gonna need it!" Taylor brought a pillow and left. I heard her knock on the door since she didn't have a key, and someone must have heard her because the door squeaked open with in seconds. I sighed. She was lucky! "I'm uncomfortable Troy," Gabriella whined. "My shirt's too tight!" "Gabby, you have like a 3 foot long, adult sized, baggy tee shirt on! How is it too tight?" I asked impatiently. "Don't be mad Troy," she said. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Gabriella, I'm not mad," I said. I smacked my forehead and realized what was bugging her. "Gabby, do you still have your bra on?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, take it off then. Go into the bathroom. I won't look," I said. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Five seconds later she opened it again. "Uh, Troy?" she asked. "Yes…" I said. "I can't remember how to," she said. Aw man! I thought. I walked into the bathroom. Gabriella had her shirt on the floor and was just in a bra and pink PJ pants. I carefully unsnapped the pink, lacey bra and looked away. I had imagined taking off Gabby's bra before, but never because she forgot how to do it by herself! She slipped her tee shirt back on and crawled into bed. "I'm a smart girl aren't I?" she asked. I wasn't sure how to answer that, but she was smart. "I'm smart for liking such a nice guy like you," she pecked my cheek with a soft kiss and she blushed. I tucked her in and lay back on the floor before drifting back asleep.
In the morning I woke up early to find Gabriella asleep on top of me. I smiled. I hope her memory is beginning to come back! Dr. Epping said that it may take three or four days, but he also said I'd notice some improvement before then. She stretched and I sat up.
"I need to take a shower!" she said to herself. "Hey Troy, where's Taylor?" she asked. I practically cried! I hugged her. "Good to see you to Troy?" she said. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. She left the door opened and turned the shower on. So far so good! She was about to step in and I ran up to her and pulled her away. "Troy! What are you doing?" She asked. "Gabby, you are still wearing your clothes," I reminded her. "Oh! Duh!" I smiled. My smile quickly changed into a look of shock. She was undressing right in front of me. "Hey Troy, you wanna mop or something?" Gabby asked wiping my chin with her thumb and laughing. "Uh, Gabriella…?" I asked. "Yeess?" she asked. "Have you forgotten that getting naked isn't usually something you do in front of people," I stuttered. "Oh, is this the first time that you have seen me naked?" She asked curiously. "I sort of assumed that you had," she said. Why is she seducing me? I can't, I, Oh my Gosh, she is hot! "Troy, you've got something in your…" Gabriella giggled. Damn! I turned away bright red. "Hey, which one do I put in my hair?" She asked. "The one that says shampoo," I replied, still humiliated. "Huh?" she asked. I walked over to her slowly and covered my eyes. "Babe, you won't be able to see what your grabbing if you close your eyes! That could end up exciting you even more," she uncovered my hand from my eyes. "Aw, you're blushing!" she said. She was never so, open about being hot like this, she was usually just sweet. I mean, she always looked hot, but her attitude changed. I grabbed the shampoo and handed it to her. "Can you do it?" she asked. "Hey, why are you so tense Troy, I am just asking a favor?" "Oh, uh, right," I rubbed the strawberry-mango shampoo in her hair. "Ah, that feels nice," she said. When she rinsed it out she washed her body and conditioned her hair. Then she turned off the water and hopped out of the shower. She got dressed and ran up to me. "That is my way of saying thanks," and she smiled. That was unlike Gabriella, but I thought nothing of it.
Three weeks later, still Troy's POV
Gabriella had completely gone back to normal about a day after the shower thing. She was the same kind, sweet Gabby as always. It was 7:30pm and Ms. Darbus took us all out downtown. She said we could go anywhere on the entire street as long as we meet in front of the old ice cream parlor. "Be back by 10:30 or you'll catch the next fight home!" she said. None of us would be late. We were surprised that she was even letting us do this! Well, we are in between our senior years and college, but this was Ms. Darbus! She's like, let's just say 'strict' is an understatement. There was a night club for adults, which is where we all went. Most of us were 18, except for Gabriella. Well, they let her in. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Gabby and I had a bit too much to drink though. We wanted to be alone. We went somewhere private. That was the end to one life, and the beginning to another.