Gabriella awoke the next morning when two and a half year old Monty began jumping on her bed.
"Hi Gabi!" he exclaimed. "Daddy say that you visiting! Hi Gabi!" Gabriella smiled weakly as she sat up and tried to give the hyper-active toddler a hug.
"Calm down. What are you doing up so early?" she asked groggily. Monty giggled.
"It's not early! It's twelve o'clock silly! Mommy said to wake you and your friend up and tell you time for lunch cause you slept through breakfast. Where's your friend?" Gabriella sighed, what had Monty eaten for breakfast that made him so hyper?
"Troy's asleep in the other guest room."
"A boy? You're friend's a boy?" Monty began to giggle and he lowered his voice. "Is he your boyfriend?" He made a face when he said "boyfriend".
"Yes, is that a problem? Do you have to approve all of my boyfriends mister?" Monty's eyes got wide.
"You have lots of boyfriends? How many young lady?" he demanded, crossing his arms across his chest. Gabriella couldn't take it anymore, Monty looked adorable. Gabriella began to laugh. "It's not funny!" He was on the verge of tears, so she stopped, and gave him a hug.
"I'm sorry honey. You just looked absolutely adorable. Why don't you go tell your Mommy that Troy and I will be down in about twenty minutes for lunch? I have to get Troy up which can be pretty hard sometimes."
"Just put Carly in his room. That's what Mommy did when Daddy had to get up to go to work with Ms. Idina. She put Carly on the bed, and she woke him up. Hurry up though, I'm hungry!" Carly was the Pascal's bichon.
"No, I don't think Troy would like that." Gabriella got out of bed, and put Monty of the floor. "The sooner you get out of here, and let me get dressed and get Troy up, the sooner you can eat." Without anther word, Monty ran out of the room.
Troy was asleep on his back in just his boxers when Gabriella went into his room ten minutes later. Already, clothes and such were sprawled out all over the place. Gabriella shook her head, typical guy to make a mess already. She straddled Troy's chest, and planted a simple kiss on his lips. His lips curled upwards in a smile as his eyes fluttered open.
"Now I much prefer that to my regular alarm clock," he said as he sat up. Gabriella curled up in his lap.
"Monty just came up to tell me that's he's hungry, and we have to get up so he can eat lunch," she said.
"Monty?"
"Adam's youngest son, he's two. So I told him that I'd wake you up without putting their dog in your room-"
"I much appreciate that."
"And tell you that it's time to get up. We slept until noon."
"Well seeing as we didn't actually get a decent night's sleep until about 6 AM, and our minds are set on Mountain Time, we only slept until 10 AM, and it's still too early to get up." Gabriella smiled as she climbed off the bed. She tossed the first set of clothes she could find at Troy's face.
"Come on, get
dressed, I'm really hungry too." Gabriella turned around when
Troy didn't get up. "What's wrong?"
"I was thinking-"
"Oh no, this can't be good." Troy gave her a dirty look. "I'm sorry baby." Gabriella sat down on the bed across from him. "What's wrong?"
"Should we call our friends and tell them where we are? I mean, when we stop showing up for school and everything they're going to get worried. What do you think?"
"I thought about that too, but here's the thing, if we tell them, then they're just going to keep bothering us about it. What I think we should do, even though it's probably not the smartest thing to do is stop talking to them for a while. Tell our parents the same thing, that way they won't tell them either. We'll screen our calls on our cell phones, if they email us about it, either don't reply or change the subject. It's probably not the smartest thing to do right now because they'll get mad at us, but it'll keep them from worrying about Ian if we just keep reassuring them that we're safe." Troy kissed Gabriella's cheek. He knew it would be hard for the both of them if they stopped talking to their friends in a while, but agreed to her idea.
Later that afternoon, Troy was lounged across Gabriella's bed on his laptop while Gabriella was busy putting her clothes in her closet and dresser. Adam knocked on the doorframe, and came in.
"Hey you guys, I managed to get you both something to do next Monday afternoon," he said. Troy sat up.
"Really?" asked Gabriella. "What?" Adam pulled two tickets out of his pocket.
"Our ten year anniversary for Rent is on Monday, I got you guys front row tickets after pulling a few strings." Gabriella's face lit up, and she gave Adam a huge hug.
"Really? That's awesome! Thank you so much!"
"I also got you passes to the after party afterwards. So, here you go, and try and keep you busy schedules clear for next Monday." Gabriella took the tickets.
"We'll try, but like you said, we're just so busy!" Adam laughed.
After Adam left the room, Gabriella lay down next to Troy on the bed, and kissed his arm. He was actually doing his school work. When she pointed this out, he rolled his eyes.
"My life's not completely run by basketball," he retorted. Gabriella kissed his neck tenderly.
"Oh really Mr. Bolton? Name one other thing that completely controls your life twenty-four, seven."
"You." Gabriella was surprised by Troy's response. Troy rolled over, and wrapped his arms around her. "That's why I'm here with you. I couldn't stand to be away from you, especially when I knew that you would need someone to talk to. So, Ms. Montez, do you want to talk about all this?" Gabriella shook her head.
"What's there to talk about?" she replied bitterly. "We're here, and I'm worried about my Mom, and how our friends are going to react to us being gone, and I don't really want to talk about it right now, Troy. Maybe later. I have some more unpacking to do, and you should probably do the same thing." Troy took that as a hint to leave. He grabbed his laptop, and let Gabriella unpack in peace and quiet.
Gabriella stayed in one of those moods until the Rent performance. She would put a smile on her face for Troy and Adam, but inside she was hurting. She was worried about her Mom, and her friends, and the Bolton's. The gang was calling and emailing Troy and Gabriella a lot, but they simply deleted the emails, and didn't answer their phones. Eventually they'd call their friends, but not at the moment.
"Troy! Gabi! Let's go!" Adam called from downstairs. Gabriella grabbed her purse, and pounded down the steps at top speed. She was ready for the time of her life, and a chance to forget about Ian for at least a little while.
A/N: The Rent10 performance is real…and completely HILARIOUS beyond belief (you'll see why once Gabi starts mocking Adam in the next chapter!). Please keep Ms. Carolyn Gipe, and the family of the late Mr. Leonard Cave in your thoughts and prayers. They're teachers at my school, and were hit by a drunk driver. Check out Off-Set (link on my profile) if you're a Rent-head!
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