Troy woke up at 9:36am the next morning. Refreshed and ready for a new day...with Gabriella. He remembered what she said about calling her. He walked over to his cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, are we still going over to Sharpay's today?"
"Yea, I guess so. Did you meet that Jessica girl yesterday?"
"No, what about her?"
"Well, she kept looking at you like she was interested in you..."
"Don't worry sweetie, I'll never be with her, I love you."
"Okay, that's all I wanted to hear hun. See you at...12?" Gabbi asked.
"12's fine. Bye babycakes." Troy replied.
"Buhbi Sweetie, Love you." Gabriella said with her lovely voice. Troy closed his phone and went to the shower. He took a nice long shower. He came out smelling good. He put a towel around him and went over to his closet to find something to wear. He found some surfer-like shorts and a T-shirt. He dried off and put the clothes on. He found some Tennis Shoes to slip on. It was 10:30. He decided to call Sharpay. He got his phone out again and dialed her number.
"Hey, Sharpay here."
"Hey Sharpay it's Troy, me and Gabbi are gonna stop by at 12. Is that okay?"
"Fine, just fine."
"What did you have planned?" Troy asked.
"Well, I thought that maybe we could swim or just go to the mall and maybe, hang. "
"I'm cool with swimming."
"Alright, see you at 12." She hung up. He closed his phone, slipped it in his pocket and went downstairs.
"Hey mom." He said.
"Hey sweetie, did you want some breakfast?"
"Uhh, sure. Did you hear about me and Gabbi?"
"Nope, what do you have to tell me?" She smiled at her son.
"Well, we're going out."
"Aww, that's lovely. I love that girl. She is so sweet."
"Yes, she is. We're gonna walk over to Sharpay's at noon. Is that alright?"
"That's fine dear. Be careful though okay?" she said as she scooped some eggs onto in plate.
"I will mom. Where's dad?"
"He's out shooting hoops."
"Oh, maybe I'll go catch up with him after breakfast."
"Okay, well enjoy your eggs."
"M'k." Troy ate his eggs somewhat fast and then went out to see his dad dribbling a basketball around.
"Hey dad," he said smiling. "I have a question, do you like Gabriella?"
"She's alright. She is sweet too."
"Yea well, we're going out."
"Really? Well don't let her interfere in basketball like last time."
"Dad, she wasn't interfering. She was just being friendly. We both made the musical so we will be rehearsing half of free period."
"What about practice?"
"Dad, that's in a separate period."
"But we have another big game coming up? You gonna just blow off the team again?"
"Dad! I didn't blow off the team last time. We won, why can't you be happy. There's nothing wrong with Gabbi. I don't know why you have a problem with her or the musical. It's something I like doing too. My life doesn't revolve around basketball!" Troy shouted.
"I don't care. You'll be at practice the whole period. I don't care about the musical. Find some other time to rehearse."
"All's you care about is basketball! I have a life of my own!" Troy stomped in, angry in the heat of the moment.
"Troy what's wrong sweetie?" his mom asked as he stormed upstairs. He didn't answer. Then, Mr. Bolten walked in. "What did you tell him this time?" Mr. Bolten ignored her and went upstairs to talk to Troy.
"Troy, can I come in?"
"If you're going to yell at me some more about Gabbi, then no."
"Well, I'm not. We need to talk."
"Fine." Mr. Bolten came in and sat next to Troy on his bed. "Why can't you just accept her, dad?"
"I don't know son, I guess I'm to caught up in the past."
"You think?" "Son, I am happy for you and Gabriella, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I really am. Maybe, sometime you can bring her over and we all can get to know her better?"
"Fine, but what about the musical? Can I rehearse."
"Yes, you can. We'll practice at home okay?"
"Alright. Thanks dad. It means a lot to me."
"No problem Troy." Mr. Bolten walked out and Troy looked at his watch. 11:45. Troy said good-bye to his mom and dad and said he'd be back around 7 or earlier. He said he'd call if later. He went and got Gabriella.
A/N: Sorry to leave you off here, but this is kind of Part One of Chapter four. But I guess they could be different chapters.