Alan's POV
I looked at Troy and he was a wreck, his eyes were red and puffy due to the fact he's been crying. "Troy, stop crying," I ordered. "I can't, Gabriella's gone and she made me happy," he said a new batch of tears falling. I took something out of my pocket, it was a tracker. "Troy, I'll be right back," I said running upstairs. I went into her room and looked for something of her DNA, so the tracker can find her, "why didn't I think of this earlier?" I asked myself. I thought back to what my Dad said when he gave this to me. "Only use it for emergencies," I said to myself, "sometimes villains can track us when we use our trackers." I threw the device on her bed and saw her laptop. I know, I know, I could maybe see if she left a note in her laptop, or I can see if she has a diary in there, but I had different plans.
I opened it and went on the internet and typed in something on the search engine. I clicked on a link and typed another thing in. Finally, I know. "PMS, A varied group of physical and psychological symptoms, including abdominal bloating, breast tenderness, headache, fatigue, irritability, anxiety, and depression, that occur from 2 to 7 days before the onset of menstruation and cease shortly after menses begins." I then quickly type in menstruation, "the periodic discharge of blood and mucosal tissue from the uterus, occurring approximately monthly from puberty to menopause in nonpregnant women and females of other primate pecies," I said again. "Eww," I shivered, "that's gross, I now have new respect for women." "Alan, ALAN," Troy yelled.I ran downstairs quickly, "what?" I asked. "I think I know where she is," he said. I froze, he knows, thank god, he knows, now I can rescue her and finally tell her I love her.
Troy's POV
I kept thinking, I kept crying, I wanted to be strong, but when she's not in my life I feel this way. The mall, no, that closes everynight. I couldn't think of a place she would be. "Why is my brain not working," I said. Gabriella, I love you. "Gabriella, I love you," I said, it sounded so right. "Gabriella, the first time I saw you, I knew I loved you, then that first kiss at the park, that was amazing, I love you," I said. Wait, the park, we always went to the park when we were friends, then we had our first kiss at the park, and then that was the place we first said I love you to each other. "That's where she is," I whispered, "That's where she is." I started to get excited, I had to make sure. I took out a box from under the couch, she hides this box from her Mom, I don't know why, there's nothing wreong with it. I opened the box and took out a photo album. Almost all the pictures were taken at the park, her and Shrpay, her and Ryan, some with Chad, Jason, Kelsi, and Taylor, the whole gang, and the ones that filled most of the book were of me and her. I got more excited, I found where she was, I found the love of my life. "I found her," I said. "Alan, ALAN," I yelled. He ran downstairs, "what?" he asked. "I think I know where she is," I said. He stopped and didn't say anything, he was shocked and I was shocked, we stood there in silence for a while.
"You really now?" he asked. "I think so," I said, "we better hurry, she may leave soon." "Troy, where is she?" he asked. I was walking out the door when he grabbed my arm. "Answer me," he said. "At the park, get in my car," I replied. We were in the car, I went to start it, but it didn't work. I tried again, and again. "What the fuck," I said. I got out and opened the hood, the engine was smoking. "Fuck," I said. "What's wrong?" Alan asked getting out of the car. "The fucking engine, it's a piece of crap," I said kicking the car. "Troy, why don't you try to start it again when I say so," he said. I walked to the drivers seat and waited for his mark.
Alan's POV
I took a tool out of my pocket and I started messing around with the engine. I made sure Troy wasn't looking and turned it on. A blue light started flashing from it and the engine stopped smoking. "Troy, start it," I said. He started the engine and it worked. I put the tool back in my pocket and I closed the hood. I got in the passengers seat and shut the door. "How did you do that?" Troy asked. "I'm sort of a Mr. Fix It, you know," I said. He looked confused but nodded. "Troy, let's go, we have to find Tin Tin," I said putting my seatbelt on.