Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Not getting many reviews so please comment! Working on the next chapter as you're reading this. Should be up soon! Hope you enjoy!

BTW…Don't hate Derek lol. It'll be Troyella…eventually.

We had been walking around now for a few hours. We were now walking back to the dorm. I had just noticed it was 8 o'clock, but time had flew by being with Derek. We had talked about everything. I learned that he was actually from New York. His dad was military, so he never really had any place to call home until his dad retired here. He did not want to leave since this was the one stable place he had ever been. His mom was a nurse who was retiring soon. He had a brother and sister both older than him. He was a sophomore who was actually at the freshman event because he planned the whole thing. He was also a Pre-Med major and wanted to become a Pediatrician. A guy that loved kids? Ha…I must be dreaming.

"So what about you Gabriella?"

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"I feel like I've been talking for hours, but we only have been talking about me."

"Wow. I guess I just like listening to you. Your life is so interesting. I mean you've seen the world. My life is pretty…boring. I'm from a small town in Alabama where everyone knows everyone's business. Just a girl who followed her dreams of coming to New York to experience something new."

"So did you like living in Alabama?" He asked while looking at me.

It took me a while to answer this question. I never really had thought about it before.

"Surprisingly, yes. I never really hated it. I guess I just wanted something different. I did like that I felt safe. Even though it was just my mom and a few family members there, I knew that I always had my community backing me up. I wasn't related to anyone in my neighborhood, but they still felt like family. I hope that makes sense."

As he smiled at me, I saw this small glint in his eyes and I was definitely mesmerized.

"Yeah, that makes sense. So, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your dad?"

"Just not in the picture. Not much to the story. My mom had me young, and they weren't even married so guess he had no reason to stay. One day, he was there. The next, he wasn't." I suddenly felt awkward. I didn't have a relationship with my dad, but it still hurt to think about.

"He definitely had a reason to stay with a daughter as beautiful as you. Sorry, I brought it up though. That kind of ruined the good time we were having. I like talking to you Gabriella. Hopefully, we can have more talks like this." How could I be mad at this guy? It was like he was reading my mind.

"We should. I had fun too. Thanks for showing me around." As soon as I finished saying that, he leant over and kissed my cheek. Dang, I'm blushing again.

"I'm happy I know I can make you blush," he said while laughing. I swear I think that made my face turn even redder.

"Well, I'm happy you're enjoying seeing this." As we turned the corner, we were standing right back in front of the door. Derek pulled out his card to swipe it through the door to let us in. As he held the door for me, I almost fainted. A northern guy with southern hospitality…oh he's perfect. Chivalry is not dead. As we got to the elevator, I pressed two and waited on it to come down.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later." As the elevators opened, I gave him one last smile as I turned and got on. Right before the doors shut completely, somebody stopped them. When the doors opened up, Derek jumped on.

"I was halfway to my room when I realized I know we'll probably see each other around, but maybe I should get your number, if that's okay." I tried not to laugh because I could tell he must've ran back since he was out of breathe.

"Sure." He handed me his phone and I typed in my number. As I gave it back, he held it up to take a picture as I smiled.

"Beautiful." I smiled as he called me and I took a picture of him too.

"Next time you need to catch me, just walk," I said laughing. This time, it was his turn to blush. "But, I'm happy I know I can make you blush." As the elevator reached my floor, I waved as he told me to have a good night. Little did he know, he had given me one of the best nights of my life in a long time. As I got closer to my door, I heard screaming from the other side. As soon as I opened the door, I heard screaming coming from Sharpay's room, but my first sight was a set of blue eyes.

"Hey." Oh God, I can't speak. What the heck Gabriella? You just came from a perfect date with a perfect guy, and you're thinking about someone else. Well, I guess it wasn't really date, more like hanging out. I'm not really sure. I have got to stop-

"Gabriella." Troy said while waving his hand in my face. "Are you okay? That must've been some date. I just said hey, but you didn't respond." Guess it was a date.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, about that," I said awkwardly looking down. "I kind of spaced out with all of the screaming."

"Sorry about that. We were coming to just hang out with you guys, but Chad insulted Sharpay's room. Don't ask why he looked in there, but as soon as his mouth opened, they couldn't be stopped. I was talking to Taylor, but she got a phone call from her mom."

"Well, um, I guess I could keep you company since I said we should hang sometime."

"Thanks for saving me from my boredom," He said smiling. He really is going to have to stop that. I sat on one bean bag, while he sat on the other. "So what's your favorite color?

All of a sudden, I started to laugh. Then, I couldn't stop. I was literally crying and laughing, and I thought I would pass out if I didn't stop soon. When I finally calmed down a little, Troy was looking at me scared like I was a maniac or something.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't expect the first question you asked me to be my favorite color. I should warn you now though that I sometimes laugh at stuff that's not really funny."

"I don't do the expected, but Gabriella." He said with the most serious face I've probably seen.

"What?"

"Answer the question please." Now, it was his turn to laugh.

"It's blue." I pouted. He immediately stopped laughing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You're not mad are you? I was just kidding. I like when you ramble, but I just wanted to laugh since you were laughing, and now I hurt your feeli-," He was cut off by me laughing again. My pout never had that effect before, but I'll definitely be using it more often.

"It's cool. I wasn't pouting in a serious way. What's your favorite color?"

"Tie between red and blue. Favorite snack?"

"Oh, definitely PB&J." If anything could make me smile, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich could. So simple, but so perfect. "Yours?"

"Honestly?" I nodded. "Pickles. I could eat a whole jar in probably 10 minutes. I could eat them all day long really. What's your favorite show?"

"Grey's Anatomy. You're talking to a future Psychiatric nurse." He frowned up. I was pretty used to this reaction whenever I told someone I was interested in Psych. "Why that face?"

"Why Psych? Why not Pediatrics or Cardiology?"

"What's wrong with Psych?" He didn't have an answer, so I continued. "You probably think I'm crazy for wanting to work with "crazy" patients, but I look at it differently. It's a disease just like cancer or diabetes. They have sick and mean diseases, but instead of judging them because we're scared of how they think, try to help them."

"Wow…I mean…wow, I just never thought about that. Sorry if I offended you."

"It's fine Troy," I said shaking my head. "Not everyone sees it how Psych nurses or I do, but that's why I want to do it. I want to change people's perspectives on mental diseases. I know people do scary things, but the world is a scary place."

"Well, I'm happy there are beautiful people like you in it making it better."

"Thanks. What's your favorite show?"

"Honestly, don't have one. I rarely watch it. Like watching sports mostly. Typical right?"

"Nah, I love sports. Don't have a favorite team, but I enjoy watching."

"Finally someone that likes sports. Now I don't have to be stuck with Chad all year. He eats so loud during games, you can barely hear the commentators."

"I can believe it. I'll be shocked if he ever puts anything or anyone before food.

"He does. Basketball is always first." Troy said laughing. He actually fell out of the bean bag laughing. I felt like he was actually crazy now, but I took this moment to snap a pic of him.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" I hid the phone behind my back.

"Nope. Don't know what you're talking about." I was trying not to smile, but I knew I was failing. Before I could even run, he started tickling me trying to get the phone.

"Give me the phone Gabi."

"Nope. Never!" I wouldn't last much longer. Tickling was my weakness. All of a sudden, I saw a flash and Troy stopped. We looked at each other and looked up to see Taylor standing there with a smile.

Troy and I looked at each other again, and at the same time said, "Get her." Before we could get her though, she ran in her room and locked the door. We teased her for a while trying to get her to open the door, but I stopped when I got a text message. It was from Tay sending us the picture she had just snapped. It was actually…cute. When Troy saw the picture, he grabbed my phone and saved his number with the picture. He sent the pic to his phone and saved my name as Montez with the pic. When I saw the pic I smiled and looked up.

"Just because I like the picture doesn't mean we're not getting her back."

Troy smiled. "Gabriella Montez, this is the start of a great friendship."

Friendship…sounds good to me.

Hope you guys liked it! It's hard to write because I know how it's ending, but I have so many ideas that I'm trying to put in. Hopefully it was good.