Someone had asked me if Troy was going to be a slutty kinda of guy. The answer is no. :) Just to clear things up. I hope you guys like this! It's kinda all over the place. Oh and check out my friends story. The Amy Johnson, Half a Decade Later. It's good. ;) KKKKKK, love you guys! Please read and review! Thanks!
Gabriella took a small breath as she brushed out the knots in her curly hair as she looked into the reflected image. Her brown eyes looked back nervously at her as she prepared herself for her first date in three years. A date she hoped she wouldn't forget.
Troy Bolton was going to pick her up in less than an hour, and she was till in her work clothes, worn out, and nervous as Hell. Sighing again, she began to pace back in forth. The carpet beneath her feet starting to produce heat from the friction.
"Gab, you're gonna burn a hole in the rug," Taylor smirked slightly at her best friend, making her tiny figure jump slightly. Her brown eyes glared in the direction of her dark skinned friend.
"What do I wear on this date?" She muttered, ignoring her best friend as she dragged her worn out feet over to the small closet in her room, searching through various articles of clothing. Holding up a one shoulder floral print dress, she raised her to Taylor, hoping for some sort of approval.
"That's cute," Taylor smiled, sitting down on Gabriella comfortable bed, looking at her beautiful friend.
"Ugh, we're just going to a get food and see a movie, Taylor. What if I'm too dressed up?" She hissed, shoving the dress back into the crammed closest, searching for something else to wear.
"Calm down, Gab. I'm sure Troy doesn't care what you wear," Reassuring her best friend softly, she got up from her current position, joining her in front of the small closet area.
"This is the first date I've had in years. Or anything close to that. Since… you know," Her voice was low as she reminded the dark skinned girl of a moment she didn't want to remember. A moment that infected the rest of her life. Something she was reminded of every time she took a breath. Every single time she walked into work, she was reminded of the curse or the blessing that was with her. She didn't know.
"Oh babe," Taylor said softly, comforting her best friend. The warm hand landing on the shoulder of the brunette. A small silence fell between the two as they both felt the lose creep back into their life. They didn't speak about what was haunting Gabriella often, but when they did it was brief. "In that case, you have to look hot for Mr. Bolton," Grinning at her best friend she nodded, grabbing the floral dress that was in her hands only moments before.
Troy was nervous.
Almost as though he was standing in a dimly light space, his braces hurting his teeth as they were slowly being pushed together. His once shaggy brown hair now much more tamed as it was pushed back from his beautiful eyes and spiked in an upward position. His blue eyes still as beautiful as the last time he had been fully alone with the small Montez girl.
His large hands ran down the front of his blue shirt, trying to get the tiny wrinkles out of it, as he nervously bit his lip. He was leaving soon to pick up the brunette from her apartment and just making final adjustments on his outfit.
A blue button down shirts that seemed to make his eyes look even more beautiful then they were. His bottom half was clad in a pair of straight legged jeans that hugged his tones legs perfectly. He flashed his reflection a small smile as he pushed up the front of his hair, a force of habit he had.
His ears perked as he heard his cell phone go off. A ringtone he didn't recognize. Rushing to answer it, he didn't have the number saved in his contacts, this made him a bit nervous.
"Hello?" Troy questioned the unknown stranger, answering it in a low curious voice.
"Am I speaking with Mr. Troy Bolton?" A female voice filled Troy's ears, his heart racing as he didn't recognize the voice of the stranger. It sounded like an older woman to him.
"Yes?" Troy answered softly, letting his hand sink into his pocket.
"Hi, my name is Meredith Hudson. How are you today, Mr. Bolton?" The unknown woman questioned.
"I'm fine, you?" His voice was filled with confusion as the woman tried to have a conversation with him.
"I'm doing well. I was just calling on behalf of your father, Jack. He has you listed as his number one emergency contact," The woman explained. This made Troy's already exploding heart to beat faster. Troy nodded, than realized that the woman on the other side of the phone couldn't see him. "Are you there, Mr. Bolton?" Meredith questioned.
"Yeah, I'm here," His voice cracked as he gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning a tint of white. His father. Emergency contact.
"Thank you. Your father was rushed to the emergency room. He fell down the stairs earlier this evening. And due to his current state, he was immediately emitted into the hospital." The woman said almost as though she had recited the few sentenced to a million other son's who had resented their fathers.
"Oh," The only words that seemed to leave Troy's mouth as the news hit him.
"As his doctor, I am calling to let you know he's doing fine. He's recov-"
"I'll be there soon," Being interrupted by Troy's shaking voice, he pressed the end button on his phone several times, making sure the call was ended before he let out a small sigh. A sigh of frustration. A sigh of relief. A sigh of disappointment. His shaking hand cautiously grabbed the keys off of the counter, heading towards the apartment door.
A faint knock was heard on the door of the Montez/McKessie as Gabriella still rushed to finish getting ready. Her heart stopped as she knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door. The blue eyed young man who was taking her out on a date.
She tripped slightly, grabbing the nearest piece of furniture to steady her tiny figure, pushing her small foot into the shoe she was forcing her foot into. Straightening her skirt out, she took a deep breath and headed towards the locked door. Her heart beating faster with each step. Grabbing the tiny knob, she twisted it to open it up to a beautiful blue eyed young man who stood there, waiting for the arrival of the girl.
"Hi," She said softly, leaning against the frame of the door, opening it slightly to let the handsome man into her shared apartment.
"Hi," He retorted back softly at her. She noted something was right, her heart dropped. Had he changed his mind about the date?
"Is everything okay?" She asked softly, afraid of the answer that was going to come next. Seeing the body of Troy tense, he hung his head slightly, shaking it. His brown hair moving as his head did.
His voice cracked as he began to speak to the brunette, "I… my dad… he's in the hospital," His sentence hung in the air as Gabriella searched for the right reply. Her heart dropping as she wished she could just hug her elementary school crush.
"Do you want to reschedule?" Regret was laced in her voice as she took a step towards Troy, the smell that wafted off of him, entering his nose making Gabriella's knees go weak.
"Actually," The strained voice said softly, his blue eyes making contact with Gabriella's brown, making her heart jump in surprise. The were a deep blue. "I was wondering if you'd come with me," His voice was low as he took a small step towards her, making her stomach do flips as Troy stood above her.
"Yeah," Her tiny voice cracked, as she stared into the blue pools that belonged to her old crush. "I'll go," She added, pushing back her dark hair from her eyes.
"Thanks," The rasp in his voice filled her ears, making her insides turn at how sexy he sounded.
She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into with this mysterious guy, but she didn't mind.
"Miley or Selena?" Gabriella asked as they had both settled into the rented car. Her voice seemed to flutter like butterflies wings as Troy tried to stay focused on the road in front of him. The hospital was an hour drive away from Gabriella's apartment building.
A small chuckle left Troy's lips, a smile spreading across them as he glanced at the beautiful who was settle next to him. "What?"
"Miley or Selena?" She asked again, playfully, stretching the seat belt that was strapped across her chest, resentfully.
"Hmmm, are we five again?" Troy said playfully, a grin appearing as he looked at the Latina beside him.
"I say Selena," She pressed her lips together, tilting her head slightly as she thought of the Disney actress.
"What?" Troy exclaimed, his blue eyes enlarging slightly as he let out a small laugh.
"What?" Raising her eyebrow towards the driver, she was confused at his sudden outburst.
"Miley is way better," He said lifting a hand to protest her decision. It was still light outside, yet as the two drove, it was starting to darken. The sun was slowly starting to set, making Troy's eye twinkle in a certain way that made Gabriella's heart jump.
"You're kidding?" She shot back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Nope," Popping the P in his word, he licked lips, turning his head to look into the brown eyes of the Latina.
"Selena is way better," She concluded.
"How can you say that?" He exclaimed, throwing a hand up into the air. "Miley was Hannah Montana. Normal girl during the day, popstar at night! And she sang and danced, and still went to school. She had the best of both worlds!" Gabriella let out a giggle, making Troy's insides to do tiny flips.
"Ummm, so? Selena was a wizard," Grinning as she mentioned the fellow beautiful Latina girl, this caused Troy to let out a bellowing laugh.
"Wizards are pretty cool," He agreed, pushing up the front of his hair, a habit he had, his hand landing back on the steering wheel.
"Ha, so you agree!" Gabriella exclaimed, pointing her tiny finger in his direction.
"Nope, Miley is still waaaay better," He teased, grabbing her finger, pulling it slightly as he never let his eyes leave the road in front of him.
"Ugh whatever," Gabriella muttered playfully, giving up, letting her hand fall from his grasp. The warmth that was there fading from his grasp. "Selena's way hotter,"
This made Troy's grin spread further as he raised an eye brow towards the brunette stationed next to him, causing a giggle to escape her lips. Something Troy could get used to.
Troy gulped as he entered the busy hospital, Gabriella at his side. Her tiny figure shaking as thoughts rushed back to her head. Gabriella's brown eyes glanced up at the towering figuring, his once shining blue eyes now filled with worry. This caused Gabriella to shrink, her own problems being put on the back burner of her mind.
A sigh erupted from Troy's lips as he took unfamiliar steps in the giant building, Gabriella following suite. The blue eyes never looked down to see if the brunette was still beside him. He was focused.
As the pair approached a desk, there was a receptionist behind the counter. Betty, the name tag read. "Excuse me?" Politely as he could as he tried to hold his composure together.
"How many I help you, sir?" The woman asked, her hair was a tent of gray. She had the same blue eyes Troy's had. She was slightly bigger than most woman, but she seemed like the kind of woman most kids would visit if they saw her sitting on her porch. She smiled at Troy, making something fill inside. The smile that crossed her lips seemed to give Troy a small sense of something he usually didn't have. Hope.
"I was wondering if you could tell me what room Jack Bolton is in?" The voice that escaped Troy's mouth was something Gabriella had never heard before. It was a low, that seemed to be filled with something. Worry? Sadness? She didn't know. What she did know was that she wanted to hug Troy.
"Yes, one moment," Betty said, typing on the keyboard in front of her, her chubby fingers gliding across the numerous keys in front of her. "He's in room 204. That's on the second floor. You'll take the elevator than to your left, it should be the second room," She smiled in Troy's direction.
"Thank you, have a nice night," He said softly, his blue eyes looking down at Gabriella, her brown eyes connecting with his. He heard the woman mutter something. Gabriella smiled at the woman as Troy began to walk away from the two. His feet slowly began to make their way towards the elevators that were located only a couple yards away from Troy's new friend, Betty.
As Gabriella caught up with the young man, she slipped her tiny hand into his. Butterflies filling her body. This caught Troy off guard as the tiny hand gripped his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He looked down at the small Latina, a small smile creeping onto his lips as their laced fingers sent sparks through his whole body. Sparks he had never felt before. Reassurance, another thing that he had never really felt before.
Speaking for the first time to Gabriella since they had gotten out of the car, he looked at her, his blue eyes softening. "I know this isn't exactly how a first date-" Troy was interrupted by Gabriella's small hand squeezing his again.
"This is perfect," She said softly, her free hand touching Troy's clothed arm slightly. She smiled at him, making his insides feel warm. The warmth of her touch electrifying his whole body.
Despite what her insides were saying, she needed to be there for Troy right now. She wanted to run the other was instead of being reminded of what happened to her. She didn't want to relive the horrible memory that she felt was in toe soon.