Gabriella woke up feeling like shit. She didn't love Troy, she hated him, she wanted him dead. She didn't want to have to worry about him anymore, she wished she hadn't even met him. "Damn these feelings" She looked at the clock, 12 o'clock. She finally got up from bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She still had her shirt on from last night, and wore her blue cotton pj bottoms. She hadn't bothered to wash off her make-up the night before, so it was running down her cheeks from crying. She pulled on a robe, and walked to the kitchen, then to the living room. She sat in her love seat, and turned on tv. Love movies were on tv, and she watched them, eating ice cream, and shouting at the people in the movies.
Troy woke up with a huge headache. Right away he remembered what happened the night before. "God damn it. I am such a bastard. How can I ever make up for this?" He took a shower, and stayed in his pajamas. He sat there thinking about what he could do to make up for how he messed up the night before. "What was going through my mind? I am such a fucking idiot. I'm never gonna be able to make up for this." He lay in bed all day, trying to think about how he could make up for it. Until he thought of something.
Gabriella took a shower, and got dressed. Jeans, and a white shirt, her hair was down, and she didn't do anything to it. Simple, but she didn't feel like putting much effort into herself. It wasn't worth it. She didn't bother with her make-up. There was no one to impress. She went into her room, and fell asleep.
She woke up a little bit later to a voice, telling her that it loved her and that it was sorry. She opened her eyes to see Troy, looking at her. "How the hell did you get in here?" She yelled at him. "You gave me a key... remember?" She glared at him. "Oh yeah. Give it to me." She held open her hand, waiting for the key. He frowned and gave it to her. Their hands touched and Gabriella looked at him. "I love you." He said quickly. She looked down at her bed sheets, and got under the covers more. "Get out of here." She said to him. He started to say something, but decided to stop. He got up and started to walk out. He stopped and turned around. "Let me at least tell you, what I was gonna tell you." "Fine..." She sat up in her bed, and looked at him, "...go ahead." She stared at him, he smiled, and walked over to her bed, and sat next to her. He took her hand in his, and looked her right in the eyes. He started singing, "We're soaring, flying. There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach..." he waited for her to sing her part, "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" She stood up from her bed, and yelled at him. "DON'T GET TO ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND THEN BREAK MY HEART AGAIN! YOU ALWAYS DO IT! WHAT WILL MAKE THIS TIME DIFFERENT?" It had infact happened before, maybe not that way, but in some form. It happened when they were going out in high school. Gabriella caught Troy making out with another girl.
He looked at her, stood up and yelled back, "BECAUSE NOW I KNOW FOR SURE THAT I LOVE YOU! THAT'S WHAT'S DIFFERENT!" He kissed her, and she pulled away and slapped him. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He grabbed her arm, and pulled her close to him. "Fine. But if I leave I'm never coming back. I'm never trying to get you to love me again. I'm never going to talk to you again. You will be out of my life." He let go of her, walked out of her house, and drove away, crying. Gabriella lay down in her bed, and cried softly to herself. She had to let him go. She didn't want to be hurt again. It was for the best, it had to be. But she still thought to herself, what if that was a mistake.
Sorry I took so long. I had writer's block for a while. Please review.