n0t3: omg! I'm so sorry! I wasn't allowed on the computer, and now I'm behind...Sniff Sniff. Well I'm back now. As for Spring Break, I'm not sure I'll be able to update, but until then I'll be here!
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Title: Picture Perfect
Rating: T
Author: mylifeismine
Summary: Gabriella's being followed, so she does something drastic in order to save her son. She hands it over to the father. Troy Bolton. The NBA star must find Gabriella, though. Life or death. An easy statement, not easy to accomplish though. Troyella.
Genre: Mystery/Suspense
Length: Story
Chapter Two- Basketball Game
Troy woke up, he stumbled into the shower, seeming to not remember anything that had happened yesterday.
Troy was still half-asleep as he staggered towards the kitchen.
He passed by one of the rooms with a television, and saw Nick watching TV.
Troy blinked a few times, and was still blinking as he walked into the kitchen.
"Emma found him wandering through the hallways. Can't blame him," Robbie joked, and he placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the counter.
Troy shoved a few bites in his mouth before handing the plate back to Robbie, "Not hungry."
Robbie nodded.
Troy walked over to the garbage can, before coughing up the few bites he had somehow managed to swallow, and spitting it out into the garbage.
He walked into the room where Nick was, staring out the window.
"What do you want to do today?" Troy asked.
"Can we play basketball?" Nick asked.
"Sure," Troy said, as he leaded Nick outside.
An hour later, they were both on the bench, drinking water from bottles.
"You're good. Who teaches you all those moves?" Troy asked Nick.
"Mom says I got them from my dad. Something about genes."
Troy nodded.
"And she says that I'm too much like him," Nick smiled a toothy grin.
Troy chuckled, and ruffled Nicholas' brown hair.
Troy checked his watch.
"I have to go to basketball practise, but you can play here if you like, or I guess you could come with me if you want," Troy said.
"Can I come?" Nick asked politely.
"Sure. We'll pick up something from Mickey D's to eat along the way," Troy said, as he went back in to get his gym bag.
As the two of them got out of the car, to get to the court, reporters crowded around them.
"Mr. Bolton, is that your son???"
"Mr. Bolton, who's the mother???"
"Mr. Bolton, how long have you hidden this child???"
Nick followed Troy shyly, with a fistful of Troy's jeans, as reporters flew questions at him, and Troy.
Troy picked up Nick, who happened to be quite light, and turned to face the eager reporters.
"He's not my son. I'm taking care of him for a friend."
Troy turned around, and made his way to the building where the Lakers practiced.
Troy nodded at the guard at the door, as he slipped through the door.
Inside the court, other Lakers players were practicing their free throws.
The next day, Troy played basketball with Nick, then went to practice, and Nick tagged along.
On the day of the game, Troy instructed Emma to drive Nick to the court an hour before.
Near the end of the game, Troy caught sight of a familiar figure.
The girl was wearing shades that covered her eyes, and a long black coat.
Troy saw her weave through the crowd.
She seemed to look over at where Nick sat, before continuing her way through.
Just before she was swallowed up in the crowd, she looked over at Troy, then walked out.
Troy froze.
Chad nudged Troy, and he fell back into reality.
Not fully though.
His mind wasn't on the game.
It was on the girl.
And he somehow managed to get the game ball.
But he couldn't get his mind off the girl.
As he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, he sighed, and turned on to his side.
He saw the purple sheet of paper in front of him.
He hadn't remembered about that for the past few days.
He took it of the table and reread it.
How had Gabriella have known that he had had a basketball game today?
Exactly three days from the day he had gain custody of Nicholas Troy Bolton.
The question stayed in his mind the whole night, not letting him have any sleep.
Just as Troy was about to fall asleep, he had been picturing Gabriella writing the note, handing it in to her lawyer.
Troy bolted up, so fast he wasn't sure how he had had the energy to sit up so fast.
But if Gabriella had been at her game, how did she die in a car accident?
She couldn't be alive, if she had died that day.
And if she had died, she couldn't be alive.
She couldn't be both.
She had to be either dead or alive.
But which?