Heya people. In this chapter, I'm trying to involve Eva and Peter a bit more. Okay:
That night, Eva Montez and her boy-friend, Peter Simmons, arrived home quite early. Simon and Amanda had gone back to the hotel, to Troy and Gabriella's relief. Troy was glad he didn't have to spend any more time with Simon, and Gabriella was just glad that she didn't have to get in between another one of their arguments. Eva and Peter didn't speak, and Eva went straight to the kitchen.
"Well…I think I better go," Peter said uncomfortably. "I'll come back tomorrow to pick up your sister, Gabi."
"Yeah, okay," Gabriella replied, glancing up from her magazine. Brand looked over at her on the couch. There was crashing from the kitchen, the sound on pans and bowels being taken out of the cupboard. "See ya, Pete." He waved and then left. Gabriella went back to her book and Brand went back to his t.v. programme. Troy was a bit confused.
"So, uh…what's happening?" He asked. Brand spoke while watching the surfing on-screen.
"Peter and Eva are having some kind of lovers-tiff, obviously. Plus, she's cooking," he told Troy. Troy frowned.
"So?"
"Eva only cooks at one time a day, and that's dinner, and she doesn't even cook then if she can help it," Gabriella filled him in. "But she always has this big cooking spree when she's in an argument with Peter…" she frowned for a moment. "With the dude before, she always vacuumed." She let out a laugh. "Trust me, the house was really clean!" Brand laughed as well and they hit high-five.
"You didn't like him?" Troy asked.
"Nah," they both replied.
"Why cooking? Of all things," Troy questioned. Brand went back to his programme and Gabriella shrugged.
"No idea. But if she makes chocolate cake, never try it. The actual cake bit is all right, but she always, I don't know how, but always manages to get sugar and salt mixed up on the icing," Gabriella told Troy with a grin. Troy tried not to look too weirded out. He went back to watching the t.v., which didn't even mildly interest him.
Then his cell-phone rang.
He looked at the Caller ID. It was his dad. Gabriella could tell who it was by the look on his face, and she gave him a small, encouraging smile. He walked outside and sat on the step as he answered the phone.
"Hi?"
"Troy," his father rushed on. "I'm really sorry that you had to go to the A&E. I truly am. I promise it won't happen again!" Troy felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes and he sniffed loudly, swiping at his eyes. "Troy? Troy! Please, I promise I'll get help! It won't happen ever again!" Jack sounded desperate on the other end of the phone.
"But, dad…" Troy's voice cracked and he cleared his throat noisily, feeling embarrassed. "Dad," he began again in a more steady voice. "You said that last time, and the time before then." Troy sniffed again. "You have to get help! For me!"
"Son, I…" Jake trailed off.
"Please, dad!" Troy cried into the phone. Tears gathered again in his eyes, but this time he didn't bother to push them away.
"Troy, I'm….I'm sorry," Jake murmured after a moment. "I'm sorry."
"But sorry's not enough," Troy stated blandly, clicking off his cell-phone. He put the phone in the pocket of Brand's borrowed clothes. He stayed on the step for quite a while, just staring out of the emptying beach. The thunderous sound from the waves crashed in his ears, and slowly calmed him. When he finally went inside, the Montez siblings were sitting around the t.v., watching a rerun of Friends, with some of Eva's baking on the table. The biscuits had all gone, but a few slices of Eva's chocolate cake remained.
"You want some cake?" Eva asked kindly, holding the plate out to Troy. It would be rude of him to refuse, but then Brand and Gabriella had both warned him about the icing. He shook his head.
"Uh, no thanks, I'm, um, full," Troy stammered. Eva looked slightly surprised. There was a silence for a moment as Troy sat down on a seat opposite Brand.
Then Brand and Gabriella exchanged a look and burst out laughing.
Hopefully you guys get the irony of that last part.
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