Because you all were like "Chapters too short. Story's being rushed." I combined three chapters together. Another favor: I finished the story for you

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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 Eleven- Picture Perfect
The Emergency crew were already there.

Gabriella slammed into a firefighter on the way out.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" the firefighter asked.

"My boy---My friend is in there with my son," Gabriella cried.

"Relax, Ms. We'll do our best," the firefighter said, then went into the burning house with a few other firefighters.

Gabriella sighed and turned away from the flames to see the police letting Tim, Rogue, and Baites leave.

"No!" Gabriella exclaimed, rushing over to them.

"Ms. Montez?" the officer said with disbelief, "...Aren't you dead?"

"I'm sure you're imaginating things, officer." Tim said with a smirk towards Gabriella's direction, leading the officer away from her.

"No! Listen to me," Gabriella pleaded, grabbing the officer's arm.

"Why?" the officer said politely.

Gabriella didn't say anything.

"Because you'll learn more about these guys you're letting go than you do know now."

Gabriella whirled around to see Troy and Nick wet from head to toe.

"They had to water us to make sure there wasn't anymore fire on us," Troy said sheepishly.

Gabriella flung her arms over the two of them.

"You're alive."

Troy chuckled, "Yep. I'm alive."

Tim coughed, "This is a touching reunion, but some of us have somewhere to be."

Gabriella begged, "Please, officer."

The officer sighed, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Get into the van."

Tim glared at Gabriella.

If looks could kill, Gabriella would be dead ten times over.

But Troy stood between them.

As they crossed the police line, a little kid yelled, "Oh my god! You're Troy Bolton!"

Troy faced the little kid, "Why yes I am."

"Can I have your autograph?" the boy said excitedly, handing Troy a paper and pen.

"What's your name?"

"Michael. But my friends call me Mike."

Troy signed the sheet of paper with a short message, and handed the paper and pen back, "Here you go, Mike."

"Thank you," Mike breathed, holding on to the autograph like his life depended on it.

"Your welcome," Troy said, patting Mike on the shoulder, then got into the van.

Tim gawked at him, "...You're Troy Bolton?"

Troy nodded.

"Are you rich?"

Troy's eyes flickered with confusion, "Well I'm not Bill Gates rich---"

"Do you live in Beverly Hills?"

Troy nodded, "Yeah."

"Shit," Tim mumbled, burying his face in his hands, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

Troy looked over at Gabriella.

Gabriella shrugged.

A hell lot of trouble.

The ride to the police station was dead-silence.

Once they were inside the station, they all sat down, glaring at each other.

The officer came back, and handed each person a sheet of paper, "Tomorrow. One o'clock at the Supreme Court."

Everyone started to leave.

"Wait. Officer, can you bring the tape with Rebecca, Tommy, and Sophie's death please."

Tim glared at Gabriella.

"Sure thing...Oh yeah! Don't run away, there's a tracker on each of you."

As soon as they were outside, Tim grabbed Gabriella's shirt collar.

"Let go of her," Troy said firmly, walking towards them.

Tim snarled something under his breath.

Gabriella slapped him, "Son of a bitch."

Tim let go of Gabriella from the pain on his cheek.

"Gabriella, let's go," Troy said, steering Gabriella away from Tim and towards his limo that his driver had driven over.

Once all three of them were inside and the limo was moving, Troy asked with a grin, "Since when did you swear?"

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Home," Troy said.

"I can stay at a hotel," Gabriella argued.

"Nah. You can stay at my place. I'll be less alone," Troy said with a smile.

"Are you sure? Cuz---"

"Gabriella."

"Hm?"

"It's okay," Troy said with a grin.

"We're here," the driver said.

"Thanks Jay," Troy said as they got out.

"No problem."

"Oh my god," Gabriella breathed as she took a look at the house.

Troy chuckled.

"That's a heck of a big house. Who lives in it?" Gabriella said, as they walked up to the house.

"Me. Nick. Emma, the maid. Robbie, the cook. And you."

"Isn't it lonely?" Gabriella asked as Troy unlocked the door.

"Yeah. And that's why your here," Troy said, opening the door.

Gabriella took one step in, and froze.

Troy laughed, "Gabriella."

Gabriella snapped out of her trance.

"Nick. Go see if Robbie has any dinner. I'll show your mother around."

Nick bounced over to the kitchen.

"Let's go upstairs first."

The two walked up the stairs, and Troy showed Gabriella his room.

"Oh my god," Gabriella breathed as she walked into the huge room.

"This is Nick's room," Troy said, opening the door.

"Oh my god," Gabriella mumbled.

"Gabriella."

"Sorry."

Troy chuckled, "It's okay. And you can stay in whichever room you want."

Gabriella nodded.

"Let's go downstairs."

The two went down stairs, and Troy showed Gabriella around.

The last stop was the kitchen.

"We usually just eat on the counter with the stools, but we could eat in the dining room if you like," Troy said.

"It's okay."

"This is delicious," Gabriella complimented after the first bite of Robbie's spaghetti and meatballs.

"Thank you," Robbie said.

After Troy tucked Nick in, he led Gabriella downstairs.

They entered the kitchen just as Robbie turned off the lights.

"We're gonna be in here," Troy said.

Robbie nodded, then left.

Gabriella sat on a high stool.

Troy went to the fridge, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Coke, please."

Troy placed two cans of coke on the counter, then sat on a stool.

Both of them opened their can.

Neither of them said anything.

Troy broke the silence, "What were you? Victim or witness?"

"I started off as a witness, I was just passing by, and I saw them in a valley with a gun at Sophie Gage's head. Then I changed into a victim."

Troy nodded, "I see."

"Why did you have your 'fake' death at four o'clock just like the time when you handed in your will?" Troy asked.

"Because I knew that if someone believed that I didn't really die, they would ask why was everything so precise. And someone did," Gabriella said with a smile towards Troy.

Troy couldn't help but smile back.

Troy stared hard at Gabriella, after minutes of silence.

"What?" Gabriella said, "Troy, you're scaring me."

Troy looked down, "Am I really Nick's father?"

Troy looked into Gabriella's eyes.

Gabriella looked away, "Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Troy asked sadly, tracing his thumb around the top of the can.

Gabriella heard his tone, "Troy. Please don't be mad at me," Gabriella begged.

Troy looked at Gabriella, "I'm not mad at you. I can never be mad at you, Gabs. I'm just...disappointed. Sad."

"I was always trying to call you. But then we had both decided that it wouldn't work after the night we had...done it... So I felt like I was chasing after you if I called you. And then Tim started chasing me, and I just had too much to worry about. Believe me. I really tried," Gabriella said, looking away.

Troy enfolded Gabriella into a hug, rested his chin on her shoulder, "I believe you."

They stayed in that position, neither wanting to lose the other's touch on them.

"Come on, let's get some sleep," Troy mumbled.

An hour later, Troy laid on his bed in Sponge-Bob boxers, staring up at his ceiling.

Everything was quiet, but Troy felt different.

"Troy?" someone whispered.

Troy looked over at his door to see Gabriella at the door holding on to a pillow.

Troy chuckled, and nodded with a smile.

Gabriella came over to his bed.

Troy scooted over to one half, and Gabriella got on the other half, leaving her pillow on the floor since there were already enough pillows.

Troy put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"I miss high school," Gabriella whispered.

"I do too," Troy said quietly.

The two drifted off to sleep.

Thoughts?

Happy thoughts.

Dreams?

Happy dreams.

Gabriella woke up to Troy stroking her hair.

"Good morning," Troy said.

"Good morning to you too," Gabriella said.

Gabriella tried to sit up, "What's Nick doing here?"

Nick was sprawled on the end of the bed asleep, drooling.

"Came in around two in morning. Couldn't find his mother," Troy chuckled, sitting up to tousle Nick's hair.

Nick sleepily sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Troy laughed.

Gabriella reached over and wiped Nick's drool off the edge of his mouth, then wiped the drool on to Troy's bare chest.

"Hey!" Troy threw a pillow at her.

Gabriella threw a pillow back at him.

A pillow hit them both, the two adults looked over to the thrower.

"Nick!" Troy threw a pillow at his son.

A pillow fight started.

Gabriella threw a pillow at Troy and Troy fell off the bed.

Gabriella laughed at him, but Nick threw a pillow at her from behind, and she fell off the bed and on to Troy.

Troy and Gabriella laughed.

"And Nick Troy Bolton wins!" Nick said proudly.

The three of them burst into laughter.

They all got up.

"Ugh. I look like I came out of the sewer," Gabriella said, looking at her clothes.

Troy went over to his walk-in closet, and pulled out a duffel bag, and threw it at Gabriella.

Gabriella opened it, and laughed, pulling out some of her high school and early university clothes.

An hour later, the two Bolton and Montez went downstairs.

"Good morning, Robbie. What's for breakfast?" Troy asked, as they all sat on a stool.

"Chocolate waffles."

"Yummy," Troy said, placing four on his plate.

"Pig," someone coughed.

They all turned around.

"Hey Gabs!" Chad said, giving Gabriella a hug, "I see you've risen from the dead."

Gabriella laughed.

Troy started to read the newspaper.

"Hey Gabs. You have two section based on you on the front page." Troy s-aid.

Gabriella sat back on her stool.

Gabriella risen from the dead?

Gabriella laughed.

Court with Montez and Tim Main

"Oh yeah! Court! What time is it?" Gabriella asked.

"Eleven thirty-three."

"Okay," Gabriella said taking a bite out of a waffle.

Court

"Mr. Main is found guilty," the judge said, slamming the hammer on the wood.

"Oh my god!" Gabriella jumped happily into Troy's arms.

Apparently, after Tim saw Troy, he broke down.

The judge asked him why.

Tim said that because Troy was rich, he didn't want to pay a lot for a lawyer a million times.

Everyone in the courtroom laughed.

"Let's have ice cream to celebrate," Troy said.

"Okay!" Nick said cheerfully.

Gabriella laughed.

Troy and Gabriella held hands as they walked towards the ice cream parlor.

Click.

Picture perfect.

♥The End♥

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There will be NO sequel. Well this is probably gonna be my last HSM story, because you guys hurt my feelings. (sniff sniff) True or not true, I won't tell. lol I'm not gonna give up on writing HSM, but for now. I'm taking a short break, and will probably just write oneshots. I've started writing Life with Derek fanfictions, so be sure to check that out.
Love you lots!...Or do I?

-♥Bridgette♥-