A/N: Sorry for the delay. I was sick!

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17th January- Troy's POV

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The clock's driving me insane. 10:15 am, she's half an hour late. I guess it's what I could expect from her, she's not exactly and early riser. Or a riser at all. I'm hungry, my stomach keeps going into spasms, I'm going to kill her. The smell of fresh toast was drifting in from next doors window. They know I'm hungry, they too are trying to kill me. Oh God, what's wrong with me? No seriously, God help me.

Bang. I'm running to the door, opening it and dragging her in.

"Woah Troy!" She says. "Someone's eager! But we have to eat first, 'kay Baby?"

"Gabi, sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on inside your head." I replied.

"No need, you'll see later" She said walking towards the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and followed. That girl has a dirty mind, but then again, that's Gabriella for you. So pulled out a white paper bag and pulled out bagels and coffee for us.

"You wanna eat in the dinning room?" She asked.

"Nah. Lets just sit on a sofa." I said walking through into my living room. "Coming?" I shouted back to her.

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The TV was getting boring. There are only so many channels on an unlimited package, none of which seem to be showing anything useful or entertaining right now. Typical, that always happens, now I know that the station companies are also out to kill me. A sigh escaped from Gabi's lips. It was sweet, very sweet.

"This is crap Troy." Ok, I thought, the 'sweet' thought is now over. "Can we do something?" She asked ever so sweetly, with that glint on her eye. I don't know why she tries to covers up what she's really after, but I guess she can't totally switch of squeaky clean Gabi.

The next thing I know she's kissing me. No wait, attacking me. She's somehow managed to flip herself over so that she is directly on top of me, making her attack stronger. It took me a few seconds to actually realise that if I kissed her back it would no longer be attacking, but kissing. So I kissed her back. That's much better. She started to unbutton my shirt. Violently. Wow, does she have some anger to get out?!

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Gabriella's POV (A/N: You try writing a make-out scene from the POV of a guy when your a girl!)

Must. Touch. Abs. I thought while practically ripping his shirt off. He's probably thinking that I'm being violent and angry. But I have to remove this shirt before the absolute perfection of his abs breaks through from his shirt and ruin it without any fun from me.

There's not much room on the sofa, but I can't muster up the strength to pull away to walk upstairs. And we'd have to pull away, to stop the possibility of broken bones. Should we get up, shouldn't we get up. Tough decision but I'll stick with sex on the sofa. We've never done that before. Oh, this is so exciting! Restricting, but exciting. I let out a little scream as he flips me over.

"Upstairs?" Troy asked panting slightly.

"Nope, I wanna have sex on the sofa!"

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A/N: I'm so sorry that it was so short. Like I said I've been ill and I thought I should get something up. Next chapter is Sharpay's party and it won't take me long because I know exactly what's happening!

And the making out- Too little? Too much? Perfect?