Troy sighed, while at his desk at the firm. He was a lawyer, he was young, but was still one of the brightest people there. He wanted to call Gabby, just to see what she was doing. She was probably taking notes about something scienfic. In her cute little lab outfit, with her hair pulled back in a cute little bun, her legs showing, and...
"BOLTON!" his boss, Mr. Peterson yelled. Troy snapped out of his daydream, and ran to Mr. Peterson's office. "Yes sir?" "What have you been doing all day?" Troy thought about the truth, and how it would probably get him fired. He lied, "I've been working with that very important cilent... Kyle Remington... sir..." "Really? Is that so?" "Yes sir." "Funny... he just called saying that he hasn't heard from you in over a WEEK!" Mr. Peterson yelled, his white mustache moving a little bit. "Um... umm..." Troy couldn't think of an excuse. "You better get your act together... or you are... FIRED!" Mr. Peterson yelled at the top of his lungs, letting out some bad breathe. "Yes sir." Troy said, running to his office.
It was lunch time, and Gabriella had been doing everything right that day. She was doing so good infact that her boss, Eric Mays, was giving her the rest of the day off.
"Thank you Eric." He had always told his workers to call him by his first name. "No problem Gabriella, it's just what you need. I bid adieu." He said, pushing his rim glasses up his nose, with his index finger, and walking away. "What could I do with the rest of my day?" She thought to herself. "Perhaps I'll go clubbing. No, it's to early for that. I'll go home and take a nap. Be all new and fresh for tonight." She smiled, walked out the door, into her car, and drove away.
The day was finally over, and Troy was home. He wondered if Gabby was home, and wondered what she doing right that moment. He wanted to call her so bad. But then he remembered how last night was the first time they had seen each other since High School, and they didn't have each other's numbers. They could very possibly never see each other again. Knowing his luck, they wouldn't.
While Troy was busy thinking of Gariella non-stop, it was the opposite for her. She had completely forgotten about the night before. And was ready for another night out on the town. She got up from her nap, and decided that for that night she would give herself the dirty, sexy look. Which included not washing her hair, and putting on as much make-up as possible. She went to her closet, and chose a very, very short jean skirt, a light pink tank top, and the same white high heels she had on the night before. The instant she picked them she thought of Troy. "Well that's funny. I haven't seen him in years."
Troy put on a pair of a little bit tighter pants than he picked that morning, and a plain dark blue shirt with a collar. He walked out the door, got in his car, and drove off to the club, "Roxbury".
Gariella finished putting on her layer of make-up. Which is basically how it looked. Her hair was as curly as it could get. She walked out of her house, and decided to go to the club, "Roxbury".
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