Hey guys! I'm back with an update...anyways, this is probably one of my favorites so far of the collection. It's just one of those scenarios of where you are at the airport and the guy you love comes chasing after you, it's in a way, a classic. Anyways, please check out my new story out of the High School Musical section, it's called: "Make Me a Storybook," and about the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I am very excited about it. Thanks for all your support!
Tomorrow
It was late at night in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The desert heat had transformed into a salty breeze at night, and it was past midnight when the colors of the sunset had instead transitioned into a dark, silver, twilight. All that was left in the humid town was a beautiful, bronze-skinned girl. Her curly black hair flew in the wind as she took one last breath in.
It would be her last night before she packed her bags and left for one of the biggest times of her life. It would change everything for her…..
All she wanted was to enjoy this very last moment because she didn't know how many more of these moments would come once she left for New York……
Gabriella had always been a brainiac, a wallflower in the glassy eyes of her schoolmates, the kind, young woman with sparkling brown eyes and a huge dimpled smile. Little did they know a huge voice existed inside the young, "Einsteinette."
All she had been doing was singing in a place where she thought she would be alone. She and her friend, Kelsi had been watching this local band at a café, when everything closed down, and everyone was left, and the lights had almost been turned off, she had been belting out a tune from the band. She swayed her body to the music and tapped her foot until turning over and seeing a figure come out of the darkness. He had been wearing an Armani suit, with a buzz cut, and a kind expression on his face, he smiled nicely at her until handing her a card.
"You have quite a voice, young lady. What's your name?"
"Gabriella Montez," she spoke out shyly, her wallflower act coming out again.
"I'm Michael McDonald. I'm from Music Box Records, our headquarters in New York, and I was thinking, if you'd want to come over for an audition for our label heads. I'm an executive over there, in fact, that's why I'm here. I've been looking for young talent all over, and I think I've just found my new artist."
Gabriella's eyes went wide like saucers.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 18 in a week. I'm actually graduating in a month."
"Look, I'd love to talk to your parent or guardian. We have an open call in 2 weeks…."
That was the start of what would happen tomorrow. After a long, and dragged-on talk with her mother about continuing her education and taking a few courses, she flew to New York for the audition, where the heads were so impressed, they called up her attorney and mother to sign a contract on-the-spot for a 4-album deal. She flew tomorrow to begin songwriting and recording.
Before, Gabriella had been afraid to raise her voice and reveal what she loved the most, and a year from now, she would have never imagined that she would become a recording artist. Still, by deal with her mother, she would have to take a few courses in biomedical technology at NYU, but still, she had managed a play, a Decathlon meet, plus a move into a new school, just weeks after she had arrived, she believed that this spirit inside of her could last as long as she pushed herself for what she wanted.
She wrapped the blanket around her tighter before turning and opening the door to her room for some sleep until she heard a rustling beside her. Shaggy blond hair appeared out and then she saw herself gazing into the most beautiful, cobalt eyes ever. She rolled her eyes as he continued climbing further up, and shaking the leaves of the tree more as he finally propped himself up and landed his two feet onto her balcony, positioning himself right in front of her.
Why was she not so surprised?
Gabriella rolled her eyes, once more, before furthering her blanket more open for the shivering boy.
"Come to greet me, O Wise One?"
He chuckled slightly and happily went over and snuggled next to her.
"Hey," he whispered.
"What are you doing here? I told you I would say good-bye tomorrow."
Troy shook his head. "I know, but it wouldn't be enough time for us."
Gabriella playfully shoved him. "Stop acting like I won't see you again. It's a small world, I'm coming back to Albuquerque."
"That's what all the big stars say until they get caught up in the fame and never return back to where they came from…."
Gabriella sighed and leaned into his shoulder.
"Someone's upset about me, right?" She frowned.
"I'm just worried about losing my best friend."
Gabriella put a hand out to gently touch the side of his face.
"You aren't going too, because I still will be. And if I do, then you can just go on right to New York and kick my butt and drag me back to the University of Albuquerque, because if I immerse myself into too much of it, I'll try and find my way back to you."
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his shoulder blade.
He closed his eyes, practically sleeping, and put his mouth to her shoulder. "I love you," he muffled out, softly.
Gabriella nodded, ignoring the chemistry, as if it was just a normal feeling.
"I'm in love with you……."
Gabriella knew. Knew of how he felt for her, because it was only evident of how she felt for him...
A lone tear went out of her glazing eye, and rested on his knee.
"Me too..."
"Gabriella, I want you to call me right when you get to your apartment. Make sure you eat right, no under-age drinking, or clubbing, no drugs, no smoking, and certainly no revealing clothing or hard rock boyfriends. If I see any of that in the tabloids or the press, know I will immediately fly up there and apply back for admission at Yale, got that?"
Gabriella grinned and hugged her mother. "I'll miss you too, mom…."
Her mother cried in her embrace, her only daughter leaving her alone again….
"I love you, mija. Don't ever let anyone define you in the real world, because not even me, nor anyone else can do that, except for yourself."
She let go and kissed her cheek. "And always remember that before loving anyone, you have to really know through the heart….."
Calling for Flight 546, from National Albuquerque Airport to JFK, New York City. All boarders please line up with your passes
Her mother let go of her hands and Gabriella reluctantly walked over to the bustling line, waving over to her sobbing mother. This was her family, and always would be, no matter what would happen in New York….
"I love you," she lipped to her.
Soon, out of the hordes of people, came a lone, shaggy-haired blond boy again with bloodshot eyes and a ruffled shirt and jeans. He looked terrible, his cheeks rosy, and tears almost bursting out of his eyes. "Gabriella! Gabriella Montez! GABS!"
She took a breath in and peered out at the moving line. She was almost reaching the perky flight attendant who was checking over the passes.
"Gabriella!" He finally reached her, seeing her shocked expression. "Gabriella, I woke up in your balcony, this morning, realizing I needed to see you one last time."
"Troy…I-"
"No. Let me do the talking this time… I can't let you walk away from me. I can't let you walk away without….without…."
"WHAT?"
"You've been my best friend for 2 years. I can't… I can't…."
"Miss," a gruff voice interrupted them from behind. Glares from many men and women, and even children came from behind her and both ignored them.
"I love you, Gabriella…."
He grabbed her and shoved her into a kiss, a kiss so passionate and so rough, it made her heart stop and her senses tingled all over her body.
After what seemed so short, but still so long, both let go for air, and she shook her head, at what he could do to her.
"Troy….," she cried out.
"Did you just have to do this now?"
"I love you, Gabriella Montez. And whatever happens, I'll wait for you, I promise."
"Miss, are you going on the flight?" The flight attendant stared at her, curious to see what was happening.
Gabriella bit her lip and Troy replied…
"Yeah, she is."
"Troy, I'm coming back for you…."
She kissed him slowly on the lips, one last time.
"This isn't good-bye," she smiled and she waved at him as she crossed over the boundary…to her future.
But to a future that would also include someone from the outside, looking in…
Because whatever would happen to her, would never include a good-bye from the past world she lived in, and instead, she found herself at the perfect crossroads to whom she would become and the person to whom she wanted to be…
She looked back at him one last time before stepping inside the plane….
And that would include Troy….
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