Waking up after a night out is never fun. But this morning it was worse then just having to deal with a hangover. This morning looked like someone had taken a scene out of a horror movie and made me the character that dies first. I didn't know where I was, how I got there or much of anything to do with last night. I wasn't in my dress, but in a baggy t-shirt. There was no light in the room so I couldn't see anything. But the bed was comfortable and my head was pounding.
I didn't know what time it was when I woke up again, but there was a glass of water and two aspirins on the bed side table. "Well good afternoon sleeping beauty." Rolling over to see were the source of the voice was, I came face to face with none other then Troy Bolton. Sitting up, and regretting that decision right after. "Hey slow down, you had a lot to drink last night, moving might be hard today."
"What the hell an I doing here Troy?"
"Like I just said you had a lot to drink last night. Do you even remember anything?" Troy said trying to get me to lay back down.
"That doesn't concern you. In fact nothing to do with me concerns you. Yet here I am, with you playing hero again. Now why the hell am I here, where ever this is, and not in my own house in my own bed?"
"I would have felt really guilty if I woke up this morning, turned on the T.V and found out that you had been killed and thrown in a ditch. So while you were rambling on about everything and nothing, while taking about 30 shots of tequila, I decided to take you home so you couldn't get alcohol poisoning. But your mother was home, and I didn't think she'd like it if you were being brought home by some guy so I came home knowing my parents were gone for the night."
"Thank You, for once again trying to understand my life, and failing again. So one last question. Were the fuck is my dress?"
'You threw up all over it so I washed it. I would have given you more to wear but you wouldn't let me put anything else on you. I put it in the wash so you could wear it home." Troy said getting up from the bed. Turning to go to the door.
"Troy?" He turned to me, "Thanks."
"What happened to you never saying Thank You?"
"No one ever deserved one before."
"What do you take in your coffee?"
'Nothing I take it black." Once Troy had shut the door and I could hear his foot steps becoming more distant, I got up, and out of the bed.
People say that when you look at someone's room it can tell you a lot about the person who lives in it. In Troy's case he had a lot more going on for him then just basketball. Sure his room was filled with basketball things, but with a closer look I could also see an old Polaroid camera, an acoustic guitar, and toy models of vintage cars, still in their packages. Going back over to wear the guitar sat, I picked it up and walked back to the bed. Strumming a few cords, before picking up a song.
Tears are forming in your eyes,a storm is warning in the skies,the end of the world it seems,you bend down and you fall on your knees,well get back on your feet ,yeah,don't look away, don't run away,baby it's only life,don't lose your faith, don't run away,it's only life.
"I didn't know you could play the guitar and sing."
"That makes two of us." I replied taking the coffee he handed me.
"Yeah turns out I have more talent then just basketball." "Troy said laying back down on the bed.
"So do you want to know what happened last night in more detail?" Giving him a knowing look that he couldn't mistake. "I'll take that as a no."
Leaning my head on his shoulder I let out a sigh. "Every so often something happens and I get the need to get blind drunk to forget about everything."
"You mean things with your brother?" Troy guessed. "Or is it your mother?"
"They're kind of connected. My mother has never really been the most maternal person; in fact I don't remember I time where she held me, hugged me or gave me a kiss growing up. But I learned to deal with it. My brother just couldn't take it anymore and shot himself." Tears streaming down my face as Troy leaned over to grad the tissue box from the side table. :Do you know how deafening a gun shot is when it goes off fifty feet from you."
"You were in the house?" Troy said timidly not wanting to push me.
"Yeah." I said letting Troy wipe more tears away. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I mean I haven't talked to anyone about it."
"Maybe it's a good thing to talk about it. Get it off your chest. You don't have to tell me about it all at once, take your time."
"Why do you want to hear about it though? It's not exactly the happiest tale to tell. In fact most people would tell me to get some help after hearing it. Yet you lay here willing to let me babble on about it. It just doesn't make sense."
"When I first saw you, you were completely pissed off. I saw through your act right away. Any time your upset or sad or anything that makes you feel vulnerable, you throw in this face that everything is okay, but I can tell that your slowly killing yourself on the inside."
"How much has Sharpay told you about me?" Sitting up; looking into his eyes waiting for my answer.
"When I asked she told me the basics that everyone knows. When I pushed further she told me that it was up to you if I found out anything else."
"As much as you want to hear about my stories, I'm interested in how you got into so many things." Smiling at him as the mood in the room changed.
"As much as I loved basketball growing up, I had a short attention span and got bored quickly playing by myself. So my parents raced around for something that would entertain me." Troy smiled looking at me.
"And so came along the guitar."
"Pretty much yeah. The rest of the stuff it guess came from being around my family."
"Like what? If I tell you about my family, I expect something from you too."
"My grandfather has all these vintage cars that he's been rebuilding for years. Every time we'd go up to visit I'd get to help. It kind of became our thing."
"So you guys are close?" I whispered slipping into my own thoughts. Looking over to the picture that sat on top of his dresser, with all of his family in it, made me start to wonder why I didn't end up with a actual family. Did I do something that made me deserve to not have one?
"What's on your mind?" Troy said pulling me out of my thoughts. "You know a lot of the time when people are talking to you, you tend to zone out. Where do you go?"
"Sorry. Things just catch my eye, or something will say something and it just makes me think. Look I think that I should go home. Shar is probably wondering where I am. Knowing her she's about to call the police." Changing from his t-shirt back into my dress, I grabbed my things and we walked downstairs. Looking around at the walls that were filled with family pictures, my previous thoughts invaded my mind again. Why didn't I have this?
"I'll see you at school on Monday okay?" Troy said opening the front door for me. "And remember I'm always here if you need to talk." Giving him a smile, I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for everything." Turning and walking out the door I grabbed my phone from inside my purse and sent Sharpay a text, letting her know I was alive, then started the walk home.
"Gabriella?" Hearing the shrill of a voice from downstairs, knowing if I didn't answer she would just come upstairs to find me. I dragged myself out of bed for the second time that day, still a little hung over, and went to the top of the stairs.
"What?" The clicking of heels as the only response. Once again groaning before descending down the flight of stairs.
"That's better dear. I did not raise you to act childish and shout from across the house. You should know by now that I simply will ignore you if you choose to do so."
"You didn't raise me, and ignoring me is your favourite past time." I mumbled under my breath.
"So I got a call from your school today. They said you didn't show up today." She turned to look at me, giving me her full attention. Tapping her foot she waited for an answer.
"I am sick mother."
"I don't think Stanford will care that you were sick when they look at your application. If you were your brother it wouldn't have mattered, but you don't really have the best grades, or extra curricular activities to make you stand out. If you miss any more days they may just choose someone else that didn't act like a child, and had the maturity to show up to school everyday."
"What is your problem? I have a 4.0 grade point average. I'm the captain of the soccer team, the vice president of the school, I'm on the dance team, scholastic decathlon, year book staff, I tutor freshmen after school, and I have the third highest G.P.A in the school. Get over the fact that I'm not your precious baby boy, because you killed him. If you acted more like a mother and less like a bitch he might not have shot himself." Storming out of the room I stomped back upstairs.
Slamming my bedroom door shut I grabbed my jacket, opened my window and climbed down the tree. The words spoken from earlier rang through my head on repeat till I got to the house that was a few blocks from mine. Walking around back hoping that no one would notice me I found the set of door I was looking for. I stood there for a moment before lightly knocking on the glass.
The curtain shifted slightly before the door slid open. "Gabriella?" Seeing Troy standing there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes hit a chord in me triggering the tears that I willed not to fall to stream down my face. He guided me into his room and shutting the door before pulling me into a hug.
Slowly pulling it together I looked up at Troy from his arms. "I'm sorry I woke you didn't I? I should have called first."
He brushed a strand of hair from my face before saying anything. "I said that I'm always here to talk didn't I? Even if it is one in the morning. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do you just want to sit for a little bit longer?"
"The school called my mother and told her that I wasn't in class all day, so when she got home she ranted for ten minutes about how I was never going to be good enough to get into Stanford and that I was lazy and that if it were my brother then it wouldn't have been a problem." Dropping my head into my hands I continued to sob.
Troy gathered me in his arms and placed a kiss on my forehead. "How long is she home for?"
Letting out a sadistic laugh, "She's never home for very long, just long enough to remind me that she'll never love me like she loved Shane." Stopping to catch my breath and stop the tears. "I can't even be in the same house as her I've worked to hard for her to ruin everything I've worked so hard to fix."
"Well your definitely not going home tonight," Troy removed him self from the bed and walked over to one of his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. "You can wear this and I can drive you home in the morning." simply listening to him a changed and crawled into bed with him. With his arm wrapped around my waist and his heart beat loud in my ear I fell asleep without a second thought.
So this chapter took the longest to write mostly because I forgot about writing for a month or so and by the time I had come back to write the ending I had writers block. But because of it I went back to the beginning of the story and reread it and realized that I have horrible editing. So if you notice bad editing I'd love to know about it.
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