Dynamite Kid and the Green Butterfly

An- Sorry! Exams are almost over, and I have a three day weekend. Hopefully my updating will get better. This chapter is pretty long. Almost 3000 words! That's a lot coming from me. And I do realize that half the story has been inside a car, but that changes after this chapter, I promise. Also, this chapter does have some insight on Gabriella's feelings about adoption, I just want to make it clear that I have share those feelings, it's just what's going on in her head. I also made a banner for this story. Yep, I took the time I was supposed to use to write this chapter, to play around with photoshop. Hehe, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own.

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Chapter Six

"This is it." Troy said as he held tightly onto Gabriella hand as they stood outside Adrianna Martin's pale blue home. It wasn't a huge house, but it was big enough to make Gabriella gape. There were pretty blue flowers planted and shrubs that went around the perimeter. The brunette sucked in a deep breath and held it. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" The male turned to face her.

"Yeah. This is something I have to do on my own." She responded. Troy studied her face before nodding his head. "Thank-you." Gabriella murmured into his ear as she pulled him into a warm embrace. Troy wrapped his arms around her petite frame.

"Call me as soon as you need me, okay?" He spoke into her shoulder. The beauty nodded and pulled away to look at him.

"I will." A pair of soft lips placed themselves against Gabriella's forehead before the two strong arms that held her released her. The brunette walked slowly up to the front door of the house and rang the bell. She turned and waved a hand at the boy that retreated to the car and drove off. There were footsteps coming toward the door that made Gabriella turn around. She quickly brushed off her blouse and patted down her hair. The door swung open, and a woman that looked to be about forty-five emerged. She rested her body against the door frame and smugly stared at Gabriella.

"Who in the hell are you?" She asked. The younger female took two steps back in surprise. This women's eyes weren't brown. They were more of a blue-green color. Her hair was more of a black color than brown. "Well?"

"Um...I'm um...sorry to bother you. I'm...looking for a Ms. Adrianna Martin. Does she live here?" The women stopped slouching against the door frame and sat up straight.

"You looking at her."

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"...mom?"

"G? GB, wake up." I felt a hand press against my shoulder and shake me. "Brie? Are you okay?"

"That...she...no." What was that?!

"Brie, it was just a dream." Troy said softly as he glanced from me to the road. We were still driving, that nuch hadn't changed.

"Are we in Paisley yet?" I asked wearily. Troy shook his head.

"Not yet. The guy at the gas station was way off. I made the turn, but according to the road sign I saw, Paisley is practtically an hour away now." An hour? Yikes!

"Well, how long was it before that?"

"Two. You've been out for a while." Really? It felt like only a few minutes. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I wouldn't call it a dream." At least not the end of it.

"If I were going off of your nearly incoherent sleep-talking, I'd say it was about your mom." I nodded my head. I really didn't want to talk about it. In all honesty, I'm not sure if my dream scared me or just disappointed me. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really."

"You don't have to tell me the nightmare-ish part. You can tell me the beginning." I snorted at that. I doubt he'll like the beginning part. Although, I really, really wish that he would.

"I'm not sure if you'd be interested in that part." I mumbled.

"Oh...why not?"

"Oh you know..." My voice trailed off, and I glanced at Troy's face. "it's not important..."

"Oh c'mon, Brie." Jeez! He's really not making this easy. "What happened? Did you walk outside wearing your Blues Clues underwear, again?" Oh sure, Bolton. Tease me about the one nightmare that actually came true.

"No!" I yelped. "It had nothing to do with my underwear." I giggled, unable to feign anger.

"Well, what happened?" He asked with that gorgeous smile of his. You see everyone, that's what gets me to spill my guts. It's that amazingly beautiful smile that turns my brain into mush, and makes me ramble about who knows what...

"It was about...you."

"Me?" His voice sounded a tad bit higher. "You dreamt about me?" When Troy asked, he wasn't cocky. He didn't smirk or joke around like other guys, or like he sometimes would when we dated. The words that came from his mouth, made him sound as if he were shocked.

"Yeah...well, us, actually." I practically whispered the last part. I could see Troy's head turn to look at me briefly. Yep, he heard me. Awkward silence commencing in three...two...one...

"..." And there it is! It never fails. I coughed quietly and looked out the window. "You look tired." I sorta was, but if this is just for him to avoid conversation...

"I feel fine. I just woke up." I spat. Troy blew out a breath. Ugh! This is just like him! He never wants to talk. How are we ever going to get back together?!

"Are we going to talk about it?" I asked. Wait...did I say get back together? I meant as friends...yeah, that's what I meant...right?

"I...I-" He stopped. "...if you want to." He said softly. Yes! I want to!

"Well, I think we should..." I'll leave it open for discussion. "Don't you?"

"Not really, no." WHAT?! How can he not want to talk about it?

"Oh." Troy sighed heavily.

"It's just that...won't it be awkward?" Yes, but at least we'd be talking!

"Well, yeah...but we need to talk about this. We never talk anymore."

"Why would we? We're not dating." I know that genius.

"So? Does that mean we suddenly can't be friends?"

"Friends don't talk about things like this..." He reasoned. My goodness! Must he always make things so difficult?!

"Ok, fine. We won't talk about my dream."

"Good." He muttered under his breath. Ugh! He is really working my nerves.

"You know what Troy, I don't think we are friends." I spat.

"Oh really?" His stupid voice shot back.

"Nope, because friends actually talk to each other. Every time you and I talk, it turns into an argument. So therefore, we are not friends."

"Great, glad that's cleared up." Argh! I can't stand him.

"Ugh! You are so...so...gah! I can't even find the right adjective!" I shouted, folding my arms and slumping back into my seat. Wanna know what Troy did that really shut me up? He didn't say another rude comment, oh no...that would be too easy. He just laughed. He laughed. This is not funny! "How can you be so uncaring?!"

"You are ridiculous Gabriella." Oh joy, the full name. "You really think I don't care?" Didn't I just say that!

"Everything is always about you isn't it? About how you feel and what you want to do, and what you're going through." It is not! "Well, what about me? What about what I want to do?"

"I'm sorry, Troy, how do you feel?" I questioned, not really caring about his answer.

"I feel stupid. I feel angry with you." ME?!

"Me? You're angry with me?!" What did I do? "Elaborate on that please."

"How are we not friends Gabriella? You came to me when you were devastated. I dropped everything to help you. You were hurt by your parents and you came to me for comfort, I was there. When you came to me with the crazy idea of going to another state to find your birth mother, I went." Guilt trip much?

"So what are you trying to say? You want to go back home? Fine, go. I'll get there myself."

"No!" He shouted at me. "That's not it at all. Brie, I've given up everything to help you. I've always been there for you despite the fact that we've been horrible to each other. How can you not think that we're not friends?" He has given up quite a bit. I mean this is our senior year. We've got to be in class for attendance and to get credits...and then there's basketball, too. Ugh! "I wouldn't even be here if not fr you."

"...my fault again." I said to myslef. Troy didn't hear me. He was too busy focusing on the road.

"I just...I can't talk about what level our relationship is on." Why? I wanted to ask him, but he's got to want to tell me.

"That's-" I cleared my throat. "That's fine. Friends is...friends is good." Friends? That's good, right? I mean, we're not enemies, but at least we can talk. I sighed and snuggled down in my seat. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts flow, mayeb I can sort out what's going on with me...

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"You're looking at her." Gabriella stood shocked. This was her mother? This wasn't how she pictured her. She'd never looked so...mean. "What's it to you?"

"I-well-"

"Gladys?" A sweet voice called from inside the house. "Who's at the door?" A younger women appeared in the door frame as Gladys stepped aside. "Hello." She spoke politely. The young adult stood shocked. Was this her mother? Was this who she'd been looking for?

"I'm Gabriella. Gabriella Montez." The both women's eyes widened. "Are you Adrianna Martin?"

"I...yes I am." She took a minute to study Gabriella. "I'm sorry, did you say Montez?"

"Yes." The petite girl croaked. She almost couldn't speak. This was her mother. This beautiful woman in front of her. Gabriella took the awkward silence to study her birth mother. Dark brown hair like hers, except it went down to her back. She wasn't very tall, but average size like Gabriella was, and she had the same big brown teddy bear eyes.

"Um...my apologies, Would you like to come in?" Adrianna asked. Gabriella nodded eagarly. Adrianna led her through the house to the sitting room. "Please, sit."

"You have a lovely home." Her mother smiled.

"Thank-you." The woman seemed to be fidgeting. "So, what brings you here?"

"Well, I...um...I just turned eight-teen, and my parents...I mean, Mario and Magdalena, gave me a letter from you. I wanted to find you." The young teen frowned as she finished her story. On the couch opposite her, her mother looked deadpan. Was this the wrong idea?

"Gabriella...it is Gabriella right?" She nodded. "I didn't write that letter in hopes that you would come find me. I...I gave you up for a reason. To get rid of you." Those words stung. They cut through Gabriella like a chainsaw. What was she supposed to do now?

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. I'm very happy with my life. I don't need some mistake from the past coming back to ruin things for me." Tears were now present in her eyes. How could she have been so stupid? Of course she didn't want her. That was the point of adoption. Getting rid of mistakes.

"I'm sorry I bothered. It was...meeting you was...something else." Her voice cracked as she made her way to the door. The brunette pulled out her cell phone and dialed Troy's number.

"Hello?"

"Troy?" She sniffled. "Can you come get me?" He groaned out. Gabriella ripped her phone away from her ear and looked at it.

"Oh Troy, you're so good with your hands." Sharpay giggled. The brunette blinked several times before placing the phone back up to her ear.

"Troy?" She cried again.

"Look Gabriella, that whole trip was stupid. Nobody wants you. I could've told you that. I was just being a good sport. I have to go now. Sharpay and I have to finish what we started." The blonde girl giggled on the other line.

"I-"

"Man, my life would suck if I were you. I mean, nobody wants you." With those words, the line went dead.

"I'm all alone!" The girl cried. She fell to her knees and sobbed.

"Lonely! I'm mister lonely..."

"You can stop taunting me, Troy!" She yelled. "Troy?"

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"Lonely! I'm mister lonely. I have nobody, to call my own!" Troy sang as he drove. My eyes shot open.

"It was just a dream?" I asked aloud to myself?

"What was?" Troy asked, turning down the music. "Did you have another nightmare?"

"A nightmare-ish daydream." I commented nodding. "I'd rather not talk about it..." He nodded his shaggy head of hair and turned the music back up. It was like he was trying to give me some privacy without actually stopping the car and getting out.

That dream had really scared me. I hadn't even thought of my mother not wanting to see me. I mean, she did give me up for adoption...maybe she really just wanted to get rid of me. Maybe I wasn't worth anything. We should just stop this whole thing right now and go back to New Mexico. I mean, it would save me a lot of tears and Troy...oh. I can't go back. He's given up so much for this. He's missed classes. I'll be fine, my GPA is perfect, but Troy. He's had to work for his grades. He'll have even more work because of me. All of this will have been for nothing. UGH! I don't want to get hurt. I don't think I can handle it if she doesn't want me.

What am I supposed to do?!

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