Gabi lied there in bed with tears in her eyes. How could I have been so stupid. Why did I waste all this time. Because of me two people have gone through absolute hell. God I am a terrible person. This made her cry harder. Afraid she was going to wake up Troy, Gabriella got up and went to the bathroom. She fell to the cold marble floor and cried into her knees. I can't do this anymore. I can't be in the spotlight. This is going to be my last tour. She was amazed and shocked that she was thinking this because she loved to sing. No one cares about my voice anymore. I am going to be old news anyways. God I am the next Victoria Beckham. She just sat on the floor crying.

Ten minutes later Troy woke up from a dream, and turned to wrap an arm around his girlfriend. However, she was not there. Confused, he sat up and saw that the bathroom light was on. He got out of bed and walked in to see his girlfriend sitting on the floor crying.

"God Gabriella what is wrong?" he said rushing over to her. She just continued crying.

"Baby, come on tell me what is going on," he said bending down next to her.

She looked up, "I have made a decision Troy, after this tour I am going to quit," she said through her tears.

"What," he said sitting down.

"No one cares about my voice anymore, I am just some tabloid ho," she said.

"Gabi you can't be serious."

"Troy I am going to be the next Victoria Beckham, I just have to face it," she cried.

"What?" he asked confused

"A former singer who is married to the country's biggest athlete," she said.

"You shouldn't think like that."

"Yeah, well it is a little too late. You know maybe everybody was right from the beginning, I was never meant to sing, I should have stuck to math and science."

"No nobody was right. You have been a singer all along you just didn't know it yet," he said. "Come on Gabi, if you weren't talented do you think you would have sold out shows in massive stadiums?"

"Yeah," she agreed and wiped the tears off her face, "I am going back to bed."

"Okay," he said and turned her head to face him, "I love you." She nodded, "I love you, too," she replied quietly. Usually those words made her happy, but this time it just wasn't enough, and Troy knew it.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Hey man, what's up," Matt asked as Troy walked into his office.

"We have a problem," Troy said sitting down.

"What happened?" Matt asked in a caring tone. Troy knew that it was a good idea to go talk to Matt, for he was always a friend before a manager.

"We had a little run in with Eric last night," he said.

"Oh god," Matt said.

"Yeah, and once Gabi heard him say how much he hurt her, she flipped. I swear sometimes that girls heart is a little too big," Troy said.

"What did she do?"

"Lets just say she had a pretty bad meltdown in the middle of the night."

"How bad?"

"She is thinking of retiring after this tour," Troy replied and Matt groaned. "Yeah, something about being a 'tabloid ho' and the next Victoria Beckham."

"Oh god…okay what do you want to do?"

"I think she needs to lay low, no clubs, no parties unless it is really important, and her tour is already sold out so I think you should cancel the promotions," he replied.

"Yeah," he sighed, "I agree."

"Will it help that she is going on tour?"

"Yeah, definitely, it will keep her mind off of everything."

"What do I do?"

"Make sure you aren't seen with any other girl," Matt said and Troy laughed.

"Well thanks for understanding," Troy said.

"Of course, now I just have to call Alison (the publicist) she is gonna love this," Matt said sarcastically.

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Troy asked.

"Nah, that is my job."

They said their good-byes and Troy left.

Gabriella was sitting at home bored so she decided to get a jumpstart on packing for her tour. She searched around for a suitcase in her closet, and when she couldn't find one she went into Troy's closet. She pulled out a suitcase from the top shelf and another box fell down with it.

"Ugh," she groaned and stepped down from the stool she was on. She kneeled down next to it and lifted it up. Tones of magazines fell out. She picked one up and flipped it over to see her face on the cover with the headline Gabi and Eric: Engaged! She just gasped at this and sat down on the floor. She slowly picked up another magazine. The headline read: Gabi and Jesse's Hot Night Together! Tears came to her eyes. She picked up more that had headlines about her and other guys. There were also news and magazine clippings about her and Eric. She started to cry harder as she read the articles and flipped through the magazines. She then heard Troy call her name, but she didn't respond. He searched around the room for her until he found her in his closet.

"Oh god," he mumbled. She looked up at him.

"What the hell is this?" she exclaimed holding up a magazine.

"Gabi, I can explain," he said walking over to her.

"What, you decided it would be a good idea to keep these so someday you could humiliate me with them! Well congratulations Troy, it worked."

"Of course not."

"What I know you were pissed off at me," he just sighed cause that was true. "You kept these so you could be more mad at me!"

"No! I kept these cause I was in love with you!"

"What?"

"I would look at these to remind myself that I couldn't love you anymore, cause you had moved on!" she was just silent. He reached up and grabbed a box just like it from the shelf.

"Come on," he said walking into the bedroom with the box and she followed him. He placed the box on the bed.

"Open it," he said. She was confused but she did anyways. She started looking through it and she was in shock. There were Billboard Charts with her name at the top. There were articles about how successful and great she was. She just looked at him in shock.

"Yeah, you are right. I was pissed off and hurt. But I was so proud of you," he said. "I am so proud of you," he corrected and she just hugged him.

"I am so sorry Troy, for everything."

"Don't be I was the one who let you slip away," he said and she cried into his chest. He just held the back of her head.

"So I just came back from Matt's office," he said and she pulled away confused. "I told him about last night."

"What?"

"You don't have to make any appearances at any clubs or parties unless it is really important. Since your tour is already sold out, he is canceling all of your promotions. You get to lay low for a little bit."

"You did that…for me," she sniffled and he nodded.

"Why?"

"Cause it kills me to see you hurt," he said and she lightly kissed him.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

"Anything for you," he replied.

"I don't want to go on tour, I want to stay here with you."

"I know, I know. But you love to perform and playoffs are about to begin so I am going to be traveling a lot anyways."

"I wish I could be there for you. I know you are happy when I am there."

"Yeah, I do love it when you come to my games, but no matter where you are in the country, as long as I know you are cheering for me, I will be happy," he said and she smiled.

"Maybe next time I go on tour I will make sure it is in the off-season."

"That is definitely a good idea," he smiled.

"Have I ever told you that I am in love with you," she said.

"Yeah, it is a good thing too."

"Why?" she asked playfully.

"Cause I am in love with you," he smiled and she kissed him.