Good, And Not So Good, Advice

"Hi Troy." She said as she picked up the ball and walked over to where he was.

"Sh, Sharpay?" Troy asked in shock. It had been almost a month since he had last seen her. "What are you doing here?" He didn't know if he sounded happy or angry to see her, he just knew it was completely unexpected.

She gave a small smile. "I wanted to see you again. I saw you at the hospital the day you were in the accident. I couldn't stand seeing you hooked up to all those wires." She stopped and looked away. "I just wanted to make sure you were o.k." She finished the short distance between them and kneeled down in front of Troy.

Troy felt somewhat offended by this small gesture. Never had Gabriella ever gotten down to talk to him. She always stood her ground and treated him as if nothing had ever happened. Sure she helped him, but only when he truly needed it but was too stubborn to ask.

The memories from the last time he had seen her came swirling back. The 'Brad' Character and the fact that he had been planning on marrying her. He was still immensely hurt by this. He was, though, a little happy to see her again. She had been his high school sweetheart, even if the love had only been a lie; at least he knew that now.

He couldn't help but feel a small something as she grabbed his hand with hers. He had spent the past what 8 years with her and all of those years were lost in about 10 minutes. Seeing her was becoming too painful. He pulled his hand back and turned his head to look away from her. "You really shouldn't be here." He said dryly.

"But…Troy." She paused and looked away before meeting his eyes with hers. "I…I miss you."

Troy sat there shocked. She missed him? How could she miss him? "What about Brad?"

Sharpay stood back up on her feet . "Brad? Well, he left me 3 weeks ago. He was sick of hearing me worry about you."

Troy couldn't believe what he was hearing. One, she had been worrying about him? And two, she missed him?

"Troy, I didn't realize the full extent of what I did to you."

Troy shook his head. He didn't want to hear it, He couldn't take it right now. "Sharpay, don't." He whispered.

"You were soo good to me and I let you go." She looked away. "How could I have been soo stupid?!" Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

He couldn't help but start to feel bad. He never liked seeing her like this. It always broke his heart. Sure she cheated on him and broke his heart, but he still hated seeing her cry. "You're not stupid. You did the right thing."

She looked down at him. "What do you mean I did the right thing? I cheated on you Troy. I broke your heart and didn't even chase after you when you walked out the door."

Troy shook his head. "Yes you did, but…" He had to stop and take a breath. This was a very emotional conversation for him. He did still have feelings for Sharpay and the memory of that night was still painful. "Look, I believe it was for the best." He swallowed hard.

"I don't know Troy. If it was for the best than why do I still feel like this?" More tears streamed down her face.

"I don't know."

She sighed and whipped her face. "Do you feel it too?" She asked innocently.

How did he know? He didn't really know if the feelings he had for Sharpay were the same she was feeling for him. He still cared for her, but was it the same, or was it just a friendly caring? He suddenly remembered Gabriella. She had kissed him earlier in the day. Never had he felt that way when Sharpay kissed him. The kiss Gabriella gave him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted more of it, but she pulled away in panic. Troy smiled as an unfamiliar feeling rushed through his body. Did he love Gabriella? It's a little too early for those feelings isn't it? He's seen her practically every day since he woke up in the hospital 3 weeks ago. She had been by his side helping him and just being there for him. Sharpay had only, well what she claimed, visited him once, with the exception of right now.

"Troy?" Sharpay sounded worried.

Troy looked up and met Sharpay's eyes with his own. "No." He said simply.

"What?" She was shocked.

"I'm sorry Sharpay. I've moved on. You should do the same."

More tears started to stream down her face. "I can't!" She took a breath and sighed. "I…love you…too much!" She sobbed.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head up. When he opened his eyes all he could see was the sky. There were no trees in the way or nothing. The sun was just setting so the sky was a beautiful pink color, some blue still hiding by the clouds. He couldn't believe that all of this was happening. Everything was changing so fast. He sighed and continued to stare at the sky. "No you don't. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He sighed again and looked her in the eyes. She was on the verge of just falling apart. She had just told him she still loved him and he told her she didn't. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "We can move on. Look, If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here for you, o.k.?" She forced a smile at him. "But I don't love you the same way anymore. I'm sorry."

She pulled her hand out of his and stared at him in disbelief. "What!? But..I thought…you were going to ask me to marry you?!"

He put his head down. "That was then, this is now. Sharpay, how can I even trust you now? You cheated on me! What would stop you from doing it again?"

She took a few steps back. "What happened to you?"

"What?"

"You're not the Troy I know." She shook her head as yet more tears rolled down her reddened cheeks.

Troy looked up at her. "What are you talking about? I'm the same guy, just in a wheel chair!" He was starting to grow just a little aggravated. Just because he didn't love her he was suddenly a different person?!

She shook her head again. "No, you've become a jerk!"

Now he was angry. "What are you talking about! You're the one who's become a jerk!" She started sobbing. "Did you really think I was going to come back to you? You cheated on ME remember!?" He was practically shouting at her now but he didn't care. She had absolutely no right to call him a jerk. After everything he did for her and she paid him back by sleeping with another man!

She cried louder. "You're an ass Bolton!" She cried. The basketball she had picked up was still in her hands. This was unfortunate for Troy since she chucked it at him before running away.

The ball hit him right in the gut sending a shockwave of pain through his body. For someone as small as her, she could really throw a basketball with great force.

"TROY!!" He heard his mother scream.

He jumped a little hearing her scream. His first thought was that she was in trouble till he turned himself around and saw her running over towards him. "Oh, uh, hey mom." He wanted to calm the situation before she freaked out too much.

"Oh my god, Troy! Are you o.k.? Are you hurt anywhere?!" She made it over to him and started to touch his arms and face and legs to see if he really was o.k.

"Mom." She continued to freak out. "Mom." He tried again. "Mom." He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arms. "MOM!!" She calmed down a little and looked him in the eyes. "I'm fine. It didn't hit me that hard." He lied, but if he told her it hurt even a little she would probably grab him and rush him to the hospital.

"Why did she throw it at you in the first place?!? And who was she!?!?" She started to freak out again.

"MOM! Take a breath and calm down." He gave her a look until she fully calmed and paid attention to him. "That was Sharpay."

"Sharpay? Why was she here?"

"She…" He stopped and thought for a moment. Did he really want to tell her the whole story? Really he couldn't because it would involve him telling her that Sharpay cheated on him. That he really didn't want to talk about for at least the rest of the day. Especially to his mom. "I..I don't really know. I guess I just said the wrong stuff and she got mad at me."

She eyed him as if she knew he was lying, but didn't comment further. "Well, you should say the right stuff next time." She teased.

He chuckled. "I guess I should."

She smiled. "Well, dinner is ready if you want to head inside now."

"O.k."

She looked at him again. "You sure you're o.k.?" She asked.

He looked up at his mom and smiled. He, once again, thought about Gabriella and their kiss. She really was an amazing woman. "Yeah mom. I'm just fine." Sharpay was just a small bump in the road. A road that led to a beautiful woman, he hoped.

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I love him. Well, I loved him. No, I still love him, but I can't. But it doesn't matter. But it does because I love Troy too, I think. Yes I do. Wait, no I can't. It's WAY too early for me to have those feelings for him, isn't it? But that kiss. There were literally sparks. Not once did any of my kisses with Chad ever feel that way. But Chad is gone, I have to remember that. Chad was Troy's best friend, well, still is right? But he kissed me back and smiled at me. He wanted me to stay for dinner. Does that mean he feels the same way? But what about Sharpay? As far as I knew, they were still together. Oh MY GOD! I kissed an already taken man!! Troy is taken and I kissed him! But the kiss was soo good, and it felt right. But he's TAKEN!

"UGH!" Gabriella groaned as she grabbed the nearest pillow off her bed and plopped it down over her face. She's spent the past 4 hours just lying on her bed arguing with herself. So far, she's gotten nowhere. She'll start to just accept that she likes Troy, allot, then she'll find a reason that she shouldn't, though Sharpay was a pretty good reason not to.

She grabbed the pillow back off her face after needing some air and looked over at her bedside table. There was bill after bill scattered around it. None of them were open since she pretty much knew how much each was. Each one was about too much money out of her pocket. It's been a month and she still hasn't found another job. All the bills that are scattered about, well, for now, they'll have to go unpaid.

Shit!

She went to roll over when a pain shot through her leg. She had left her cell phone in her pocket and the antenna jabbing her hip. She's had the same phone, a nokia, for the past 8 years. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone and stared at it. After a few seconds, she opened it up and started randomly flipping through her contacts list. It didn't take long to get half way through, she never did have many friends. One name stuck out to her. She knew what she needed to do. There was always one person she could turn to when things got bad and she was in need of this person right now, well sort of. Glancing at the clock she noticed that it was about one in the morning but she still needed this help.

She clicked on the contact and pressed the green button. Hopefully she wasn't asleep. She felt bad for having called here this late, well early, but at this point, it shouldn't even matter. She needed help and she needed it bad.

The phone was answered, revealing a very tired and angry Taylor McKessie. "Gabriella! What the hell are you doing? It's 1:30 in the morning!"

"I know, I'm sorry." Gabriella sighed and sat up. "I'll call you later o.k. I hope I didn't disturb your sleeping too much."

"No, no, no I'm already awake, you might as well just tell me. Plus, I haven't talked to you in a while. I didn't mean to yell."

Gabriella chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"Well?" Taylor asked, some humor in her tone. That calmed Gabriella down a bit. She missed her best friend. Beside Troy, Taylor had helped her through everything and was just the best friend a girl could have. Unfortunately for Gabriella, great for Taylor, she was accepted to Yale University and left her all alone in New Mexico. Gabriella couldn't quite remember where her job was, but she knew she was a high school science teacher.

She wasn't ready to tell Taylor what she wanted to yet. "Soo, how's the new job?"

Taylor giggled. "Gabi…" That was her nickname for her. "You know I've had the same job for the past 4 years. What's bothering you. People don't just call at 1:30 to ask how their job is goin."

Gabriella sighed. "I know I'm sorry."

"Well." Taylor prodded. Gabriella could hear a man in the back ground. Was it a boyfriend?

"Who's with you?" Gabriella asked a little curious.

"That's my boyfriend Chris. We went to Yale together. He also got a job at the high school with me. He teaches advanced math."

"Ooooo, what's he like?"

"GABI!! Tell me what's going on." Taylor was starting to sound annoyed.

Gabriella sighed and rolled over onto her stomach. "I love him."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for what felt like too long. "You love who?"

"Troy Bolton."

"Wa-wait. Who?!" She was shocked.

"You remember Troy Bolton, from high school?"

"Y-yes I remember him, you had the biggest crush on him for forever. I was the only other person who knew."

Gabriella had forgotten she told her that. At least she knew that Tay could keep a secret. "Yeah, him. He's been back in town for like a month and I think I'm falling for him all over again."

"That's great Gabi. Is he the reason you haven't been calling or answering my phone calls?" Taylor teased.

Gabriella started to blush. She was glad Taylor couldn't see her. "Maybe?"

"That's great, but you love him?"

"Yeah, I think I do. He kissed me today. Well yesterday."

"WHAT!! He kissed you! How was it? Was he any good?" Taylor was…excited?

"Actually I kissed him, he kissed me a second time though." She found herself smiling big remembering the best kiss she ever experienced.

"Oh come on girl, give me details!!" Taylor begged.

Gabriella giggled. "He was amazing Tay! It was like floating on air."

"Aww Gabi that's great."

"But what do I do Tay?" This was what she needed the help with.

"What do you do about what?"

"Well, Troy was, well still is, Chad's best friend."

Taylor groaned on the other end. "Gabi, please tell me you're not still moping over Chad. Look, I understand that you two were supposed to get married and all, but that was what, 5 years ago? It scares me that you still mourn over him. It's o.k. to move on. He would want you to. Plus, I'm sure he would have wanted you to be with the guy you always really wanted to be with, Troy Bolton, his best friend."

Gabriella sighed. "I know, it's just still so hard."

Tay sighed again. "I know it is, you tell me every week, but I'm still just saying. Troy will be good for you, I promise."

"I hope so Tay. I can't help but feel this…thing…every time I'm around him. Plus, I always smile when I think about him." She started to smile again.

"Keep him Gabi. He's good for you."

Suddenly an important point came up in her mind. "But he has a girlfriend."

"Oh."

"I know, Oh."

"Well, that changes things Gabi. I can't help you now. Who is she?"

"Remember Sharpay Evans?"

"Oh god, her? He's still with her?" Tay almost sounded disgusted. Neither one of them really liked Sharpay, She was always so stuck up and obnoxious.

"As far as I know. Though he's never mentioned her one in the past month or so."

"Well, I don't know Gabi. This one you're on your own with. If he has a girlfriend than he must be off limits. With him being, you know, 'Troy Bolton' the basketball star, I wouldn't get caught up in that mess. Things could get ugly. But yet, if you love him and all…" She sighed. "I really don't know. I'm sorry girly."

Gabriella sighed and rolled back over onto her stomach. "It's o.k. I just figured I would ask someone for help. You're the first person I thought of."

"Aww, I love you too chica."

Gabriella giggled. "Well, I don't want to keep you from your boyfriend."

"Oh, alright. Well, you should try and get some sleep."

"I'll try. Goodnight Tay."

"Good night Gabi."

Gabriella hung up and chucked her phone onto the phone. Taylor was no help at all. She was no further at answering her own questions than she was before she called. Why does he have to be so difficult?

UGH!! MEN!

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"Good morning momma." Troy said as he rolled into the kitchen. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. His mind had been focused on Gabriella and their kiss all night. He estimated he had gotten a total of 2 ½ hours of sleep that night.

His mom lifted her head up and smiled at him. "Good morning Troy. Sleep well?"

He shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the table where a plate of eggs and toast were waiting for him. "Did you make this?" He asked a little surprised.

She smiled shyly. "Well, yeah. I haven't made you a decent breakfast in years. You're my baby boy. I should be spoiling you right now."

Troy smiled at his mom who was now right in front of him. "Thanks mom."

She smiled again. "No problem. Now, what time is your appointment at?"

Grabbing his plate and pulling it a little closer, he thought that over. "Umm, I believe it's at like 9?"

"O.k. good. Its 8:15 now and it'll take about 20 minutes to get there so yeah. You've got plenty of time to enjoy your breakfast."

He chuckled before shoving a fork full of eggs, sunny side up, into his mouth. His mother should have been a cook. She always makes the best food. "This is great mom!"

She giggled. "Awe, my boy likes his breakfast."

He chuckled again. "Yes, your boy LOVES his breakfast."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "O.k., what do you want?"

He stared back in shock. "What do you mean?"

She giggled. "You would only say that when you wanted something. It's a mother's instinct. So, what do you want?"

He chuckled. She was good. He did have something on his mind. Part way through the night, his mind started to wonder and he had remembered seeing his father's boat in the garage. An idea had come to him, but he was going to wait to ask her, but now she wanted to hear something so he might as well just ask her now. "Well, there is something."

"Ha Ha! I knew it!" She laughed.

He chuckled again. "Well, you still have dad's boat in the garage."

She stopped laughing and looked at him. He had her full attention now. "Yeah? What about it?"

He played around with the food on his plate. "Well, I was wondering if you ever wanted to, you know, go boating with me? The two of us could go out and just enjoy the lake. Maybe I could teach you how to fish?"

He looked up in time to see his mother smiling at him. "Sure Troy. But let's just wait a little longer…so you can heal more."

He nodded. "Absolutely I just thought I'd ask. It hasn't been out since his 40th birthday."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I remember that day. Your father failed to tell me that you two were leaving." She giggled. "I called you guys and called you guys, but your father had turned the phone off. I remember his voice mail saying, 'I know I didn't tell you we were leaving but we left. We'll be home later tonight. Love you.' He knew I would freak out that you both weren't home."

Troy laughed. "He never told you? That's so him. He was always full of surprises."

"You've got that right."

"Do you remember my 13th birthday? We were supposed to fly to L.A. to go to Disneyland, but instead we ended up flying to Hawaii?"

She laughed. "We couldn't be mad. We were going to Hawaii. Well, I wasn't mad. It took you a few days to get over the fact that Disney was a cover up."

"I was devastated!" Troy laughed again. "But that was a great vacation."

"And we did take you to Disneyland the next year." She laughed.

"Yeah, that was fun."

They both laughed for a few more minutes before calming down. They hadn't had this moment of remembering the great times they had with their favorite man in the world. When Troy had left, his mom just sulked about losing her husband and son, and Troy just ran away. He still felt shitty about that.

He was about to apologize when his mom checked the time on her phone and jumped up. "SHIT! We're going to be late for your appointment." He'll wait to apologize.

45 minutes later.

"So, how are you feeling Mr. Bolton?" Dr. Sanders asked as he walked back into the room with Troy's new X-rays.

"Um, I feel a little bit of pain in my hip, but that's about it." He answered honestly.

"Uh huh." Dr. Sanders put up the new X-rays and looked them over some more. "Well, your X-rays show that your healing is coming along, slowly, but its coming."

"Does that mean I can play next season?" Troy asked hopefully.

Dr. Sanders sighed and turned, looking Troy in the eyes. Troy noted ahead that he looked sorry. "I'm sorry Troy. Either way, you'll still miss out in this next season."

Sadly, Troy nodded his head in understanding. He had to ask, he just had to know.

"How long do you think till he can start walking again? Normally?" His mother asked next to him.

Troy looked intently at his doctor. That was another question he wanted answered. For some reason, Gabriella popped into his mind. He hadn't called her and she hadn't called him. He would have to do that as soon as he got home.

"Well, we'll have to wait and see how the physical therapy goes today." Dr. Sanders grabbed a folder off the desk and opened it looking at some papers. "From the looks of things, your last therapy session went fairly well. You might be able to transfer to a cane in a matter of weeks."

Weeks

It was still going to a few more weeks till he could get out of this stupid wheelchair, the only thing that seems to keep him for having a good time with Gabriella. Again, she seemed to find her way into his thoughts.

"Well, that's good news, right?" His mother asked him.

Troy just nodded his head. It was still going to take 'a matter of weeks' too long. "Yeah." She said plainly.

Dr. Sanders just nodded and gave a small smile. "Well, if you would just follow me, we can start today's therapy session."

His mother got up and grabbed the handles on the back of his wheel chair. He was told a few weeks ago that if he was going to be in the hospital, someone else had to push him around. He reluctantly agreed. Being pushed around made him feel useless, something he hated.

When they turned the corner, Troy noticed a teenager girl, clad in a softball uniform, sitting on a bed in the hallway. She had a brace on her ankle and was full of dirt from the field. She also seemed to be pumped full of IV's since she was laughing at something her mom and, what looked like, coach had said harder than needed. The two adults almost seemed to be laughing at the poor girl.

He remembered having to be in the hospital before for a small practice accident. During freshman basketball practice, he had accidently tripped on a stray basketball shoe form one of the girl's players. They had been sharing the court that day. He had sprained his ankle and had to wear a brace for 3 weeks. His team was one player short for 3 weeks too long. He was still surprised when, at the end of the season, his team had still voted him team captain for the next season on Junior Varsity.

"Hey, you're Troy Bolton! I like love you!" She squealed as he rolled by. Troy noticed her softball jersey had a giant C in the corner.

"Sarah! Shh!" Her mother scolded her while trying to suppress her own surprise.

"Oh sorry. Ssssss." She weakly, but hilariously, held her hand up to mimic her mother's quiet gesture. She turned back to me and smiled. "I like love you." She whispered.

He busted out laughing. Seeing this girl just put him in a way better mood than he had been 2 minutes ago. She was captain of her softball team, but was now in the hospital with a sprained ankle. It probably bothered her that she would be out for 3 weeks, but she was still in a good mood, laughing.

"I like love you too." Troy said back as his mothered continued to roll by.

The girl squealed. "MOM!! HE LOVES ME!!"

"Good luck with your ankle." Troy managed to say before his mother rounded the corner leading him to the physical therapy room. He sighed. The girl in the hallway had made him forget about his own problems for a little bit there. This was still going to be a long morning.

"Good Morning Mr. Bolton." A tall man with wide shoulders entered the room and held his hand out for Troy to shake. "How are you feeling today?"

Troy tried really hard to try and remember that man's name, since he had worked with him just two days ago, but kept drawing a blank. "Ah, so so." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, hopefully after today you can say great!" The man said with a smile on his face. Troy wasn't sure if it was because the guy was just a nice guy, or if he was just pretending to be happy. Oh well, at least the guy was smiling.

The next hour was filled with arm lifts and attempts to stand while gripping a pair of bars that resembled gymnastic bars. After about 20 minutes, Troy came to realize that when he put pressure on his feet, a pain would shoot through his leg. He had mentioned it to his instructor and the guy smiled, again, and said that was good sign. It meant he was getting feeling back in his legs. At least there was a little bit of good news out of the day.

"Great work today Troy! You're really coming along."

Troy smiled and shook the man's hand, which he came to find outs name is Justin. "Thanks man. I really appreciate it."

Justin smiled. "I'll see you back here in two days for more. Next time I think we'll focus more on your leg lifts and a little more on standing."

"Sounds great. Thanks again."

"Have a great day Mr. Bolton."

Troy's mother wheeled him out of the room and back down the hallway. He was slightly disappointed that the girl from earlier was gone. She had cheered him up. Speaking of cheering up, Troy remembered he still wanted to call Gabriella. There it was again. He couldn't stop thinking about her.

His mom wheeled him all the way down the hallway till they reached the outside doors. He remembered his mom was quick to steal a close parking space.

"Hey!" A voice called out.

His mom stopped and turned him so he could see in the direction the voice came. Low and behold, the girl from earlier was sitting in her own wheelchair and waving like a mad women at him.

He grabbed the wheels to his chair and wheeled over. He just felt he needed to talk to her. "Hey Sarah. How's your ankle?" he asked as he wheeled up. Her mother smiled big as she stepped to the side of the car and saw him talking to her.

She smiled big. "Well, I broke it in two different places. They told me it was sprained, but after a few more minutes of me telling them my pain was still like a 10, they rechecked my x-rays and saw the breaks."

He nodded. "That sucks."

She shrugged. "It happens. Unfortunately it happened to me during our summer state championships."

"You made it to state?" He asked, truly interested.

"Yep, we ended up winning, I guess. One of my team mates called and said we won. I just wish I had been there to see us win." She started to sulk.

"Hey, well, how did you break your ankle? What exactly happened?"

"Well…'" She started to smile. "I hit a home run and was rounding third when my cleats slipped on the base and I fell right on my ankle, twisting it. My third base coach said it popped really loud."

"You hit a home run?!"

She smiled big. "Yeah, I brought in 3 runs, plus my own. My teammates came and helped me up. I hopped to home plate." She laughed at the memory.

"See, it has to be all your fault that you won. You brought in 4 runs all by yourself! That's got to be something." He smiled at her.

"Yeah. I guess you're right." She smiled at him. "How are you? You're not paralyzed are you?"

"Sarah!" Her mom scolded.

I chuckled. "No, I'm not paralyzed. They say it's temporary, and just today I started to get some feeling back in my legs."

"Well that's good, at least you're making progress." She smiled at him.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Hey, I may not be the smallest person on the field, and I can't run as long as everybody else, but I found a way to help pass time, since I HATE running."

He chuckled. "And what is that?"

"Well…" She smiled again, happy to be giving Troy Bolton advice. "Everybody always seems to focus on the present with things that they absolutely hate. What I do is think about what will and could happen when it's all over. For instance, with running. Yes, I may be exhausted and all, but I just try and remember that in about 2 minutes, I will be on the field catching fly balls and hitting triples, not as tired as I am at that point. It also helps me forget that I'm running."

Troy smiled. Gabriella could be his giant distraction. If he just stayed focused on seeing her again, well, then maybe he could forget that he was in a wheel chair. Or, if he just kept remembering that the doctor said it would only be a few more weeks and he could be using a cane. In a few weeks he could be out of the stupid chair. He chuckled. "You know, that's the best advice I've ever gotten. I could even use that at my own basketball practices. I hate running too."

Sarah smiled even bigger if that was possible. 'I'm happy to be of help!"

I looked down and noticed her cast. It was a pink with green stripes. At least it was stylish. "Is it o.k. . If I'm the first to sign your cast?" He asked as he smiled up at her.

Sarah almost practically fell out of her chair in shock! "HELL…" She turned and looked at her mom. "I mean heck yes!"

Troy chuckled. "Cool." He was surprised when his mom had a permanent marker out for him already. "Wow, who carries a permanent marker in their purse?" He chuckled.

She giggled. "You never know when you're going to need one!"

Troy laughed and grabbed the marker. He winked at Sarah before finding the best spot in her cast, right in her foot. "How about here?" He asked.

"Perfect!" She giggled.

Troy signed his name along with a smile face and placed the top back on the marker. "Thanks again for the advice."

Sarah giggled. "No problem. Thank you soooooooo much for signing my cast. My friends are going to be so jealous!"

He chuckled. "Good luck with your ankle and congratulations on the win!" He waved at her before his mom wheeled him away and back to the car.

"Bye!" She squealed after him.

"Well, she was a sweet girl." His mom giggled.

"Yeah, she was. My favorite fan encounter."

"I raised such a good boy." She giggled again.

"Man mommy. I'm a man." He chuckled.

"As you wish my man." She giggled. Opening the car door, she helped him into the car and hopped in herself.

Troy reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone. Gabriella had been on his mind all morning and decided he should just call her now. When his phone turned on, a message popped up saying he had a new voice mail. He called his voicemail and entered his password.

"You have two saved voice messages. You have one new voice message. First message." Troy sighed. It seemed like it took forever to get to the message itself. "Hey Troy, its Gabriella. I-I-I Ah CHOO!! Sorry, I'm sick. Anyways, I was just wondering how your therapy went. Call me later, if you want. You don't have to if you don't want to, I mean yeah whatever. B-b –b-b- AHH CHOO!! Good bye."

Troy chuckled. Even with a stuffy nose and her sneezing, she was still able to make his heart skip a beat.

"What's so funny?" His mother asked next to him.

He smiled and shut his phone. He would call her back when he had some privacy. "Oh nothing. One of the guys back in L.A. called and had to tell me a joke."

"Oh, o.k." She said.

They pulled out of the hospital and drove down the street. Troy looked over and noticed a sign.

Flowers Galore!

To deliver call 1-800-555-6933

Troy smiled big and quickly dialed the number into his phone. So Gabriella couldn't come to him, he would go to her. And he would have a big surprise.

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