O.k., so I decided to keep going with this story. I sort of like it, now that I know what's going to happen!! So, hope you Enjoy. There's more Troyella in this Chap.

5. New Beginning

It had been 2 more weeks since Troy had been told he couldn't play basketball, and maybe never will. He hadn't taken it very well, and had spent those two weeks mopping around and strengthening his legs. Unfortunately, he was no closer to walking than he was two weeks ago. The doctor decided that Troy needed to go home and be with family, and he would have therapy every other day, that's why Troy was sitting in the living room, watching his mother run around frantically.

"Are you sure you'll be o.k. here on your own?"

She had been asking him this for the last week or so. She had to go back to work, and Troy wasn't going to let her get fired from her favorite job, and loose the friends she had made when he had run 5 years ago. "Yes, mom. You're going to be late for work!"

She frantically looked back down at her watch and sighed. "Oh, crap. O.k., Well if you need anything at all, call me and I'll be here in minutes!" She slowly started backing up towards the garage door.

"You won't have to come home if you never leave!" He couldn't help but smile, even though his mother was making him feel like a 5 year old.

"I'm going I'm going." She smiled back at Troy. "I Love you, and call me later, o.k.?"

"I love you too, mom." He gave her a reassuring smile and watched her as she slammed the garage door.

Rolling up to the front window, Troy watched his mother back out of the driveway, wave at him, then drive away. When she was a safe distance from the house, his stomach began to grumble. He hadn't eaten' since 7 last night. Troy rolled himself into the kitchen and made his way to the refrigerator. He had decided he wanted cereal, so when he opened the fridge, he reached up to grab the milk. Unfortunately, it was a little too high up, so when he thought he had it, it slipped from his fingers and the whole carton fell to the ground, busting open all over the floor. "Shit!" He rolled over to the counter and grabbed paper towels. Now, If he could stand, he could easily clean up the mess, but, he couldn't, so he just stared at the ground and watched the milk soak through the paper towels. "Well, that shall do for now."

When he noticed his mother left the cereal out, he rolled over the counter and grabbed the box, setting it in his lap as he rolled back into the living room. "o.k., if I were the TV. clicker, where would I be?" Troy looked around the living room, until, of course, he found it setting peacefully at the top of the television. "Are you kidding me!!? I can't even watch television?!" Troy groaned as he looked around, noticing a broom leaning up against the kitchen wall. Surrendering his box of cereal, Troy grabbed the broom and tried to push the clicker off and into his lap. Instead, he hit the top shelf, removing it and sending every single D.V.D owned to man to shower over him. In his anger, Troy chucked the broom, having it hit the entry table, and breaking the glass.

"What the...god, ahhhh, this is ridiculous!!" Troy was beyond pissed as he choose to just sit in the middle of the living room, staring at the mess in the living room, kitchen, and entry way. "Mom is going to be pissed!" Troy jumped as he heard the phone ring. He rolled back into the kitchen and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, its mom. How's everything?"

"Oh, its, it's just great!" He lied, though there was sarcasm.

"Are you sure you don't need me? I can come home…"

"NO!! No, no, um, no, it's fine mom. I can take care of myself.!!" His mom coming was the last thing that needed to happen at this very moment.

"Um, o.k., are you sure?"

"YES! Yes, its o.k., have fun at work, love you, bye!" Troy hung up before she could say anything. Seconds after hanging up, The phone rang again, he picked it up, expecting his mother.

"Just go to work, o.k? I'm fine without you!"

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I guess um ya, bye." Her voice filled his ears and his eyes shot wide as he recognized the voice on the other end; Gabriella.

"Oh my god, Gabriella, I'm so sorry. I thought you were my mom, calling again." How could he have been so stupid. Only stupid answer their phone like that.

"Oh, um, o.k." She sounded unsure of why she had called.

"So, um, what's up?"

"Oh, um, nothing, just wondering how you were and all. I was going to stop by yesterday to see you, but I something came up."

"Oh, hey, no problem. I'm glad you called." He really was glad Gabriella had called. The last time he had spoken to her was three days ago, and he had been angry because of the useless therapy.

"You are? Oh, well cool. Is everything o.k. over there? You sounded like you needed help, but didn't want your mom coming back?!"

"Oh, yeah, about that." He looked at the scene around him. "Well, I'm fine, but I can't say the same for the house."

She laughed. "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea." He laughed

There was a pause on the other end before Gabriella spoke again. "Would you like some help?"

Troy looked around and realized his mom would kill him if she saw this, especially after telling her everything was o.k. "Um, if that's o.k. with you? I mean, you don't have to, I just…uh…" Why was he getting so flustered on the phone? It was just Gabriella.

She laughed again. Troy smiled at the noise, not quite sure why. "I'll come over. See you in like 10, k?

"Thank You soo much Gabriella. I owe you big time!" After sating their goodbyes, Troy hung up and looked at himself in the reflection form the fridge. He was still in just his boxers and looked like a homeless person. "Well, I know one thing. I need to change!" Quickly, he rolled himself into the laundry room, desperate to find clean clothes. Just the other day, he had his agent grab his clothes from his apartment back home and brought them here for Troy. He owed her as well.

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Gabriella, just after hanging up Troy, had thrown on some decent clothe and grabbed her car keys. Like she always does, Gabriella tuned up the radio, only to have found 'My life would suck without you' by Kelly Clarkson. One verse in perticular stuck out to her.

Baby I was stupid, for telling you goodbye.

Maybe I was wrong for tryna pick a fight.

I know that I've got issues, but your pretty messed up too.

Either way I found out,

I'm nothing without you.

Why this stuck out to Gabriella, she's not quite sure, but all she knew was that she was, for some reason, happy to be seeing Troy again.

After a good 10 minutes of driving, she finally pulled into the Bolton's all too familiar driveway and made her way up to the front door. She knocked.

No answer.

She knocked again.

No answer.

She figured he couldn't get to the door, so she tried the handle, surprised it was unlocked. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in. "Hello?" There was no sound again, she started to get worried. "Troy?" When she turned and looked in the kitchen ,she saw milk spilt all over the floor, poorly attempted to be cleaned up with the paper towel that was laid over it. She chuckled. "How did he manage that?"

"Gabriella?" He sounded far off, leading her to understand why he hadn't heard her. "Hey, um I'm sorry, the door was unlocked, so I just let myself in. Is that o.k.?"

"Yeah, yeah that's fine, just…" He paused. "Don't come into the laundry room!"

Amused, Gabriella slowly started to make her way towards what she remembered to be the laundry room. "Why not?" A loud bang sounds from there.

"Just don't! I'll be out in…"

Gabriella had walked in the laundry room, only to find Troy, half naked and trying to cloth himself with no such luck. He had one leg in the pants he had attempted to put on, and his shirt was stuck around his arm and neck. She couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle. "Need some help?"

Troy's expression went from surprised to extremely angry in ca matter of seconds. "I told you not to come in here!!"

Gabriella was still holding in her laughter as she tried to look un amused. "I'm sorry. I can go if you like?" She started to back out of the room.

"NO! Um, wait!"

Using all of her strength, Gabriella turned around, daring to laugh at him again. "Yes?"

Troy looked down at himself and sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I could use a little help."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"O.k., fine, a lot of help."

Gabriella laughed again, but this time, she let it all out. The sight was just too good and he was as red as a tomato with embarrassment. It must have been a while since he had been caught in his boxers. True Gabriella had never seen him in only boxers, and she was definitely liking the view, but he was just her friend and he needed her help, sort of.

"It's not funny!" Troy looked as if he was having a hard time holding in his laughter, and Gabriella was laughing pretty hard, so he sighed. "O.k., maybe it is a little funny, but I am kind of stuck, soo…"

"Oh, right, help." Gabriella pulled herself together and helped Troy get untangled from his shirt. When she helped him with that, she glanced down at his boxers. "DO you want me to help you with that?" She pointed out the fact that he couldn't even put his pants on.

Troy looked at her, the pants and than her again. "Yeah, no, that's o.k." He looked around for something to cover him up with. When his eyes landed on a blanket he quickly pointed to out to Gabriella, whom took it down and placed it on his lap.

When Troy was helped, Gabriella made her way back into the kitchen, Troy following close behind. She stopped in front of the milk spill. "Well, I guess the milk didn't want you to drink it today!"

"Apparently not!" They both laughed. "You don't have to clean that. He was starting to feel bad for having asked her to help clean up his mess, because he was too useless to help himself.

"Well, either I can clean it, or your mom can come home, kill you, and then clean it herself!"

Gabriella noticed Troy hadn't looked back up from the floor and was just staring at the mess. "Troy?" She started to get worried. "Are you o.k.?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "Oh, yeah, I just thought that maybe if I just stared at it long enough, it would just disappear!" He gave her a cheeky smile.

She smiled. "Wow! Have you always been like this?"

He looked confused. "Like what?"

"Dorky!" Gabriella looked into his cool blue eyes and momentarily found herself lost in them. There was a sense of security in his stare and she found it appealing and hopeful. They just stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, before Gabriella had gone back to reality and stared once again at the milk spill and smiled. "Well, I'm going to clean this up whether you like it or not!" She smiled bigger.

He returned the smile as she turned and grabbed some paper towels. "You really are too much, Gabs."

She turned and smiled. She could definitely get used to his nicknames again. "I know."

When Gabriella finished cleaning up the milk, she glanced into the living room and saw all the DVD's sprawled out on the floor.

"Don't ask."

"I shouldn't but, what happened?"

"I lost a battle with a broom and clicker."

"Ah." She giggled again as she made her way into the living room and began picking up movies. Troy rolled out into the living room and stopped right in front of her.

"NO. I can take the wrath for this. You're hear by relieved of your cleaning duties."

"You sure? Your mom will be pissed?"

"I know, but you've done enough already."Troy gabbed his shirt and smiled.

"O.k….soooo I'll go now?" She wasn't sure if he wanted her to stay or not.

Troy looked around and noticed some games on the top shelf of their entertainment centre. "You wanna play scrabble?"

Gabriella smiled. "I thought you'd never ask!" They laughed as she grabbed the game down and headed towards the kitchen table.

"Soo, how was California?"

"Hot! There's really nothing special about California, except that its where my teams at!" At that thought, Troy's head sunk a little.

"I'm sorry." She felt bad for him. Since kindergarten, Troy has done nothing but play basketball, and now that he's in the pros, he gets in a car accident, stalling his playing time. She's never been that dedicated to anything before, but she could imagine just how much he was hurting in side, not being able to play at every game.

"Hey, no, it's not your fault. No one planned for this to happen, it just did. We shouldn't live in the past, we should live for the future. Though I'm probably not the best candidate for that category." Troy gave her a small smile.

Gabriella was the first to lay out a word; hope.

Sorry it took so long, I just keep getting writers block on this one, Hopefully the next one will be out sooner, but I'm not promising anything. Please Review and tell me what you really think about this story. Thanks a bunch. SuzzieD!! : ]