Currently Gabriella, is living with her mother and step father (Who still live in New Mexico) because things weren't going so well everywhere else. Troy has been living in New Mexico since he got out of high school. He owns his own restaurant, and is living in an apartment nearby. It is five years later. Troy and Gabriella are twenty-two. They both have recovered very well from the break-up.
Gabriella's POVI'm walking out the door, on my way to pick up coffee for my mom and George. "Your usual right guys?" "Yes" her parents said at the same time. She was driving there when her phone rang; it was Taylor.
Gabriella-Hello?
Taylor-What's
up?
Gabriella-Nothing much, on a coffee run.
Taylor- I can't believe you are living with your parents.
Gabriella- Tay, you know why!
Taylor- I know, I know, you were broke.
Gabriella- short on money…not broke. Besides I like my parents… unlike some people I know.
Taylor- I have to go.
Gabriella-Suurrree…more like you have to avoid answering me.
Taylor-Bye.
I was waiting in line at Starbucks when I heard an employee say "Mocha for Troy!" My head turned itself in the direction of the coffee counter. It was an old man with white hair. Not my Troy. Wait…did I just say MY troy? No no…couldn't have. "…Excuse me miss…are you going to order something or just stand there?" "Oh…I'm sorry." I was heading out the door thinking of Troy…Our last night was so painful…I hated it. …when I ran right into a guy walking inside, spilling coffee all over myself. Oww! THAT BURNS! "I'm So…" I trailed off, as I was speaking I looked up to tell him face to face and was staring into a pair of blue eyes that could only be Troy's. "Troy?" "Gabi?" We said at the same time.