Second Chapter! Enjoy.
Only 2 hours and 14 minutes left until I see him. I'm in my seventh period, English, the teacher turns his back to the board and I secretively get my phone out of my pocket and look to see if I have a text from Troy or not.
So I've decided that tonight, you and I are going to the movies. Since I'm in such a loving mood, and I love you sooooo much, what do you want to see? You're choice.
Love you.
Well, that's strange. He NEVER lets me pick the movie we are seeing, and I literally mean never. He'll let me pick the restaurant but he picks the movie because I apparently pick "chick flicks". Which is so not true! I just like the occasional love story. Nothing's wrong with that!
Really? What's the catch?
Love you.
I reply quickly, even though they don't care, I don't want to be caught texting by one of my teachers. I pay attention for a few minutes thinking about what movies are out and what he is up to…I look down to see if I have a text and I do!
Really. No catch. I just want to spend a nice night with my girl, is that a crime?
Love you.
I crack a smile at his text. He is so dramatic, but I still love him. I've decided I want to see Me and Orsen Welles. Zac Efron is sooo gorgeous. I sometimes think that Troy looks like him, but Zac looks older.
Alright, I wanna see Me and Orsen Welles. Is that ok?
Love you.
Ugh! Can this class go any slower? I honestly don't give a crap about sonnets. I will never use it in life. I see a light flash in the corner of my eye and see I have a new text.
Perfect. But should I be worried that the only reason why my gf wants to see that is because she thinks that Zac Efron is hot? Should I be offended?
Love you.
I quickly type with my eyes up. Yes, I can text without looking, impressive right?
Haha aw shucks. You caught me. But for your information, I actually do wanna see it whether he is in it or not. Thank you very much. Good to know that you trust me…
Love you.
As soon as I pressed 'send' I hoped he would understand that I was being 100% sarcastic. The bell rings and I go to my next period, study hall (a.k.a.= best class ever created!). The teacher doesn't care if we text or anything. He doesn't even notice half the people in the class. About 5 minutes later, I'm talking with my friends and I immediately remember I was talking to my amazing boyfriend :)! I open my phone to see if he responded. He did.
Bri, I love you with my whole being. Of course I trust you, I want you to know that I will never leave you, or fight with you over something stupid like trust. I trust you completely. I trust you with my life, and I want you to also know that one day that I plan on marrying the most beautiful woman I know, you. Baby, I love you and trust you immensely. I swear.
I love you. Forever.
I had tears in my eyes after I finished reading his text. I didn't even know what to respond to that. That's what I love about Troy; he can be joking around and being silly one minute and the next, be completely serious being so romantic. I love it.
"You okay Gabs?" My friend Taylor, Chad's girlfriend as of 5 weeks ago, asked me. I handed her my phone for her to read the text. After she handed it back to me, no expression on her face, she looked at Chad and hit him over the head. "Why can't you be more romantic and sweet like Troy?" she scolds him.
"Gosh, I need to talk to Troy about this mushy gushy stuff. It's making me look bad." He mumbles. He knows that Tay loves him, he just isn't good at the opening up and expressing his feelings to her. I think to myself as I decide what to say to that.
Wow babe. I don't know what to even say to that. I love you too. And you better ask me to marry you someday! I love and trust you too. I swear.
I love you. Always.
I know it's not as mushy and gushy as his was, but I show my feelings through sarcasm, which my mother has told me I need to work on a bit. I talk with my friends for a few more minutes, until I hear a faint beep coming from my pants pocket.
Forever and Always.
I love you.
The bell rings signaling the end of the day….30 minutes left.
As soon as I get home from school (which is approximately 3:17) I go upstairs and change into sweats and one of his t-shirts. I love his shirts, they are big and comfy and they smell like him!
It becomes 3:25 and I start to go downstairs and head to the neighbors house aka=perfect boyfriend's house! I knock on the door and his dad answers.
"Oh, hey Gabi! Looking for Troy?" Mr. Bolton asked me nicely. I love him; he's like my second dad. Even though he is the rival coach, him and my dad are still best friends, which makes us one big happy family.
"Hey Jack! Yeah, I'm looking for that loser. Have you seen him?" I asked jokingly (I like to use sarcasm. A lot.). Mr. Bolton told me to go upstairs to his room where he apparently was. I go up the stairs and look for the second door on the right.
I get to it and open the door to see my loser of a boyfriend blasting Taylor Swift. He admitted me to a couple of months ago that he liked a few of her songs. And I quote "she isn't so bad, I mean I wouldn't be in my room jumping on my bed blasting her music like some girl, but some songs are actually pretty good".
"So I know you said you wouldn't jump on your bed, but does dancing around your room singing into your hairbrush count as being 'like some girl'?" I try to say with the most serious face I could muster up. I wanted to laugh at his facial expression. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"What are you doing here so early? You were supposed to come by at 3:30." He said with nervousness in his voice, oh he is so cute!
"Yeah buddy, it is 3:30. Time flies when your dancing to TSwift, doesn't it?" I joke with him. He seriously looks terrified of me right now, so I think I'll be nice. "I'm kidding babe. I don't care that you dance to Taylor Swift. It's a good thing actually, now we will be listening to more of it in my car!" I tell him as I head over to him to give him a hello kiss.
"Try and give me a heart attack next time. You seriously scared the hell out of me." He replied as I headed for his bed and him to his computer chair to turn off the music. Normally, when we hang out after school, we will do homework, but since it's Friday, we normally just watch TV or something boring like that.
"So are we still on for that movie tonight, Troy?" I ask wondering if he decided to back out, or to change the movie. I'm still skeptical about his. It still doesn't make sense to me!
"Of course babe! I'm excited; we haven't had a date in awhile, just you and me I mean. I miss being your knight in shinning armor." He responded as he sat down next to me on his bed. We just lay there enjoying being in each other's arms.
"Well if we are still on, what time are we leaving? I need to look good if you're going to make a big deal about our date." I say while standing up. If we are calling this a 'date' I have to look good for my man. That means I need to shower, do my hair, make up, figure out what I'm going to wear. It's a lot of work to impress your boyfriend.
"Well I was thinking we leave around 6:00? Afterwards we could grab a quick bite to eat and then stay here for the night? Sound good?" he asks worriedly. He only acts like that when he has something planned. Which I'm going to find out sooner or later. Hopefully, it's sooner.
"Yeah that's fine babe, but that means I have to leave to go get ready and stuff. Pick me up at my place?" I answer while getting my stuff together. He stands as well and takes my hand as we walk down the stairs and to his front door.
"Sounds like a plan. And we are still seeing Me and Orsen Welles?" he asks and I nod. "Okay then I'll see you in a little bit." He kisses me and we just stand there for a few minutes kissing. I miss his kisses during the day, another reason why it sucks going to two different schools. I pull back and head for the door before he stops me, "and if you get ready early, don't come back here, just call me and I'll still pick you up okay?" he tells me very sternly meaning 'seriously don't come here!'. I nod and turn the door knob and head for my house.
I'm confused. What is he planning? And I'm forgetting something? It's not my birthday, it's not our anniversary, and it's not anything! What is up sleeve? This will bug me all night until I find out what it is.
I walk into my house, still thinking about what it could be, after everything, my shower, hair, make up, I walk into my room in sweats again, and look in my closet. I look over at the clock and it says that it is 5:30. Plenty of time to pick out an outfit. I search and search before finally picking dark skinny jeans, a purple v-neck sweater and some nice leather boots. I like boots, they look good on me.
I lay on my bed; waiting for him to pick me up and all I can think about is what is he planning? Why is tonight so special?