Gabriella's POV
Great, now I have to tell Troy who I really am, I hate Alan, but I know I can't hate him. I finished putting on my make up and went down stairs. I saw Troy making eggs. I love when he comes over early just to make me breakfast, he's so sweet. "Hey Gabriella, breakfast is almost ready," Troy said turning off the stove and putting the eggs on a plate. "Troy, how'd you get so sweet?" I asked. "Well, when I was younger, my Mom dunked me in a barrel of sugar," he said giving me a hug. "I know that's cheesy, but I think I like you more just because you said that," I said. He kissed me cheek, "stop with all the fluff," Alan said walking into the kitchen. "Alan, breakfast is ready," Troy said as he took two plates to the table. "I'll take my plate," Alan said, "Have you told him yet?" "Does it look like I've told him," I snapped. We sat down, "Let's eat," Troy said.
"Troy, this is amazing," I said to him. "It is good," Alan said. "Thanks," Troy said in a shy tone. "So, I think Gabriella has something to tell you Troy," Alan said. "Really," Troy said, "what do you want to say?" I began to get nervous, "yeah, I'm a virgin," I said. Okay, not much of a secret, but it'll do. "It's okay, I'm still a virgin too," Troy said reasuringly. "So, Gabriella, wanna go to the movies tonight?" Troy asked. "I'd love to go," I said. I love going to the movies with Troy, we never seem to watch the movie. I mean we always seem to watch each other, maybe a kiss here and there, okay it's a makeout session whenever we go. "I would love to go to the movies too," Alan said. I looked at him, he had a sly smile on his face. I couldn't help but think, when he smiles he looks so cute. "I guess you could come Alan," Troy said. Okay, I can't do this, Troy, Alan, me, in a dark movie theater, this will not make matters better. "Why don't I wash the dishes," Troy said taking my plate. "Troy, let me help," I said. "No, I want to do this for you, I mean you do so much for me," he said. "Troy, what do I do for you?" I asked. "You keep my heart," he said. "Troy, your so sweet," I said, "but I still want to help." "Okay, okay," Troy said handing me back my plate. We cleaned for about ten minutes.
"Troy, I want to talk to you," I said taking his hand and walking upstairs to my room. He grabbed me around my waist and his hands started moving up and down my curves which caused me to gasp. "I love how sensitive you are," he said. "Troy, don't do this," I said. "You know right here, your curves are my new favorite spot, my hands are going to be there whenever we are alone," he said. "Really, where are your lips?" I asked. "Sometimes here," he said kissing my neck causing me to softly moan. "Sometimes here," he said kissing my cheek, the first place he kissed me. "Also, sometimes here," he said his lips slowly going to my lips. I was ready, but then he kissed my nose. "Troy," I said playfully. "I'm just joking, let me fix it, sometimes here," he said kissing my lips. "That was nice," I said. "Do you mind if I try again, just so I know my lips were placed correctly," he said. I smiled at him and he kissed me again, this time I didn't want it to end. We broke apart and he smiled at me. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said, this time I really meant it. He kissed me again and I was really enjoying it, until I remembered something. "Troy, I have to tell you something," I said. "Then tell me, as long as it has nothing to do with you leaving me," he said. "Troy, I don't think I would leave you after those amazing kisses," I said. "Great, then tell me," he said looking at me. Okay Gabriella, here it goes.