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Serenity Chapter Three

I am unwritten,

I'm undefined, can't read my mind

I'm just beginning,

The pen in my hand, ending unplanned.

Insane or just obscured. It was up for debate, hell even I was up for a study of my brain to figure out what had come over me last night. After Gabriella had left, I had ran home, gotten my once filled with unnecessary college stuff luggage and prepared for the trip. Gabriella's trip, the one she had asked me to join her on.

Now my parents, were on the insane part of the debate, Mathew who I had called a few minutes ago, was in the obscured part. And me well, I was near the door, about to grab a cab to the airport and meet my future. Meet the new Troy.

"Make sure to call me when you land, and when you get to the hotel your staying in. And are you sure you packed enough socks, it could get cold over there. Troy Bolton you better be safe out there and pay attention to maps." My mom ranted on.

"I will call don't worry. Yes I believe I have enough socks. But mom please this is England, not china; I think we can assume correctly that English will be spoken there. And as for being safe, I'll be as safe enough to live, but I'm bound to get hurt." I said with a smirk, as my mother swatted my arm, which truthfully did nothing but amuse me.

"Troy Bolton if you think that-"

"Mom relax, I promise I will be safe. But you will have to get used to it. I will be traveling the world after England." I said as I helped the cab driver place the suit case on to the back of the cab. "It's for the better momma"

"I know sweetie, I know; but you're all grown up and it's like you're leaving me all over again. No mother likes to see their baby leave." She whispered as she pulled me into a hug.

"Come on Lucy; let the boy go on his journey. It's time to let your little boy grow up." My dad said as he wrapped an arm around my mother.

"Thanks dad. I guess I'll see you when I come back." I concluded as the driver hopped in the car.

"I'm proud of you son. Please stay in touch, don't let your mother, hell don't let us cry in worry over how you're doing." My dad briefly smiled. I knew that behind his tough act, the man was like a soft puppy waiting to cuddle with his owner. We always had the best of relationships, never too tough, never too soft. Just perfect and I knew that just as when I left for college, he will cradle my mom into his arms letting her cry; while he let some of his own fall as well.

"Thanks dad and I promise." I hugged my dad, and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek, and with one last wave I hopped in to the car, wondering where the hell was I to find Gabriella.

"Last call for passengers of flight 1045 destination Liverpool, England please report to gate 13. Again, Last call for passengers of flight 1045 destination Liverpool, England is about to part, please report to gate 13." The intercom reported throughout the entire airport.

Shouts of 'next in line' 'May I see your passport' and 'please step up' were heard though out the Albuquerque International Airport. Yet I could still not find the little brown haired, witty brunette.

'I think if you paid enough attention you will know where to find me.' Gabriella's words whispered over and over in my head. But yet nothing came to me. Nothing except a blond woman who was directing the check in line, she had signal for the next person, and judging that no one was in front of me, I rolled my suitcase up to the available spot.

"Hello, how may I help you sir." The Asian woman in back of the desk asked, with a warm smile. I always admired people who were able to love their job even if it required some absorbed things, such as smiling all the time.

"Yes, umm I would like to know when is the next available flight to London, England is" the woman smiled at me and started typing away on her keyboard. She took a second glance at the screen making sure she captured the right information and smiled once again.

"We have a flight that leaves in just an hour, we have only two seats available, I don't know if it's of any inconvenience of some sort but they're only first class." The kind woman informed me.

"No no, its fine ill take anything really. Um is that the only plane that leaves for England around this time" I had to ask, I didn't want to admit it but I knew that if I wasn't in the same flight as Gabriella, it would place a big burn on my heart. I just didn't know what to do without my new friend.

"Yes sir, the next flight leaves at four in the afternoon" She said as she typed away furiously in her keyboard. She gave me the price and asked for my passport. We did the usual luggage check and in less than 10 minutes, I had my ticket in hand, and inside the gate section of the airport.

'I think if you paid enough attention you will know where to find me.' I once again pictured Gabriella saying as she checked her camera. "Where are you Gabriella Montez, where would you be?" I asked to no one in particular as I looked around the airport. Taking a quick scan to the different stores that appeared in front of me, nothing popped out until I did a double take to my left. And as if glowing lights where shinning on the entrance, as if a message from above had answered my question, I had found what I was looking for.

"Photography Center" the sign read, in big blue fancy letters, the outside decorated with racks of postcard pictures, and the window had many canvas paintings along with some black and white photography. If Gabriella Montez was not in that store I would take the chance and say my name was not Troy Bolton. I quickly made my way across the airport; well as quickly as a packed place with people and luggage allowed me to be. Once I entered the store I quickly tried to find the person of my interest, but as always luck was not on my side.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you." And old white haired man asked. And by judging from his accent I had a feeling the man was Scottish. "I- well yeah, Have you seen a short, brown haired woman. With big brown eyes, probably has a camera around her neck" I said showing with my hands as much detail as possible.

"Why Mr. Bolton I would have thought at some point the word 'Witty' would have been on that description, a familiar voice behind me said in a joking matter.

"Well I would help you find this woman, but it looks like she came to you. I knew who she was the moment you said Big Brown eyes and camera in the same sentence" The man said in his heavy accent. "Gabriella, my darling another flight? Don't you ever get tired of flying?" The man directed his question towards the person behind me. And as I turned around, the man was certainly right. Gabriella was standing right behind me, with a coffee in her hand, and as if my description would have been of any clue, she indeed had the same camera from yesterday draped around her neck.

"Hey Harold" Gabriella greeted, as she walked over to the man and gave him a hug. "You know I love travelling, And you know very well that once I set my eyes on something-"

"Theirs no stopping you, I know, I know. So what country is it now?" Harold asked as he walked towards the back of the cash register looking for something.

"Nothing big, just England visiting some friends. Did you get the thing I ordered last time?" Gabriella wondered as she walked over to Harold as he handed her some type of black cylinder. Which by a closer look I took notice it was a camera lens.

There were so many questions running through my head. First by how many times must Gabriella travel for Harold to be so close to her, second what was her past in England, did she live there? Did she travel a lot? Did she have family? Every minute I spent with Gabriella, the more I began to question how little she actually was in the world.

"Hey Bolton, you're okay there?" Gabriella asked as she pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I- um yeah. So new lens?" I stuttered at first not knowing what to say.

"Yep, I been looking for it for a while, but Harold told me he would have one the next time I came." She smiled as she placed the new lens on her camera. She raised it up to her eye, focused the lens a bit and in the blink of an eye a flash was directed in my direction, meaning a picture would appear at the end of her camera.

"My, my Gabriella you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend" Harold asked as he smirked in my direction.

"Who Troy, no he is my new Travel Buddy I guess you can say." Gabriella smiled as she walked over to me and smiled.

"Flight 1908 to London, England is now beginning to board at gate 4. Flight 1908 destination London England is now beginning to board in gate 4" The intercom announced. And with in a flash Gabriella had said goodbye to Harold, pulling my arm to our gate. It was then that I notice that Gabriella was wearing a button-down shirt with some shorts that couldn't be seen. A button-down shirt that actually looked very beautiful on her.

"Come on Bolton, you're so slow." She said trying to make me walk faster.

"Oh really Montez, are you sure about that" I fought back, with a smile on my face.

"Well what do you call the pace you walking in now, because I can assure you that is considered – ahh hold on" Gabriella slightly screamed in mid sentence, once I started to speed walk supper fast, past other passengers. I just chuckled as I felt Gabriella try to grab my bicep.

"Fast enough for you Montez" I smirked as we arrived at our gate, seeing passengers lining up in front of the boarding door.

"Show off"

"Nope, I prefer the term 'good'" I responded as I felt Gabriella's hand connect with my chest in a playful way.

"So what's your seat number?" She asked me. Looking down at her own ticket, showing me she had First Class, Seat A7.

"Aw darn I have A4" I said showing her my ticket. She slightly frown, but then her power watts' smiled replaced the frown.

"Well I always wanted to have a conversation where lip reading is necessary"

And with that Gabriella gave her ticket to the man, and walked into the corridor that led to the entrance of the plane.

"Pstttt!" I hear someone pst in my direction. I turned in my seat trying to find who was calling me. "Pstttt!" I heard again. I turned in every direction I could but I still could not find the answer to my wonders. And then I felt I thump on my head. I look down in my lap to find I crumple paper. I opened the small piece of tissue paper and was surprised to find a neat, rather girly lettering.

"I hope you're a better writer than a seeker Mr. Bolton. Look in back of you and towards your right"

I did as the note said and without a doubt the one person who always seems to have the answers to my question was sitting a row behind me and to my left.

Gabriella laughed a little, and waved to me pointing to the empty flight chair that was available next to her. I smiled and nodded accepting to her invitation. I don't know what it was but everything seemed that much more enjoyable with her. I stood up taking my carryon with me when I was stopped by a flight attendant.

"Excuse me sir, may I help you" The brunette said with a rather annoying tone of voice.

"I eh- No I'm just going to move over there" I said pointing to the empty seat next to Gabriella.

"I'm sorry sir, but I don't think that's possible. That seat might be taken by another passenger, & the last thing we need is a confusion of any type of fuss before we depart." A fake smile was plastered across her face.

"Johanna, let him sit over there. It's no big deal, everyone seems to be onboard. And I doubt anyone will take that seat. Plus that's Ms. Montez, I have shared a few flights with her and I'm sure she won't mind." An African American woman said. She was on the short side, but never the less pretty. When I squinted a little bit, I could tell her name tag read "Taylor McKessie"

"Thank you" and with that I left my seat, and walked over to Gabriella who was rather laughing hysterically at the situation.

"Ohh You should have seen your face Bolton, it was priceless" Gabriella pointed out as I sat next to her.

"Oh Come on I thought we were over the last name calling. " I ignored her previous comment. Trying to defend the rest of the pride I had left.

"I don't know, I guess I rather like it. Should be glad, I don't just like every last name. It has to have character and a cool vibe to it" Gabriella mocked, her mouth irrupting in another fit of giggles. It was amazing how such a small person could be filled with so much happiness.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it off. But in seriousness, how much do you travel? I mean the Flight attendant named Taylor knows you, and Harold knew you as well. I'm no physic but I would guess it takes more than two trips for flight attendants, and airport workers to know you like that. Especially Harold." I asked, finally revealing the question that was running through my mind since I found Gabriella, or rather she found me at the photo shop.

"Like I said I'm a free bird, and as a free bird, I like to be in the sky a lot. And sadly my body has yet to have some type of adaptation where wings grow out of my shoulder blades. So until then I think airports and Airplanes are my next best choice" Gabriella explained, as a serious expression adorned her face, but once again her giddy side betrayed her and she was in full smiles in less than four seconds.

"Hello Folks this is your Captain talking, there is some traffic on the runway, but I promise you we shall be up in the sky in less than five minutes. Again thank you for flying with us." The intercom rang throughout the entire plane. And true to his word, I felt the plane move down the run way setting its self to ascend into the sky. I felt my stomach squeeze. Even though I loved exploring new places, and new boundaries flying was never my forte. Well to be more specific ascending was never my forte. It always made me rather nervous, and if I was honest a little bit scared.

"Troy, you okay? You're turning rather red" Gabriella asked as she laid a hand on my arm.

"Not really, to be honest I'm not much of a fan of flying." I answered truthfully. And within seconds I felt Gabriella's hand lock in with mine.

"It's alright Troy, I'm here. Although I have to say, this will place a small delay in your plans" She said in a soft tone, somehow I knew that if I were to have told anyone but Gabriella they would have laughed, and automatically guessed that my plans would have gone down the toilet. But she knew I was serious, and she also knew that I was more of a kid at heart than anyone would of guess. Maybe it was because she was a stranger, maybe because she didn't expect something from me. Or maybe because she was simply Gabriella, but she made me realize a lot of things I didn't know about myself in two days.

Laughs from us, glares from the ones sitting around us, and admiration from an old couple sitting across from us and the best three hours of my life happened on that plane. Well three hours and counting. Gabriella was the funniest, wildest, sweetest, smartest person I had ever met. When she said she was a free bird she meant it. In the three hours we had been on the plane I had learnt that she is going to college, and actually studied law for a year just to please her parents, but in her free time she had actually enrolled in a photography class in a community center nearby. After her second year she got accepted to Julliard for photography, and after eight months she left school to be a free photographer. I had told her more about my passion with writing which she actually paid attention to, and asked so many questions that I couldn't help but smile.

"So Troy Bolton, ever been to England?" She asked me as she got comfortable, her button-down shirt ridding up a bit.

"Yeah, as a child traveling consisted of Caribbean islands. But it's amazing to actually be visiting alone. Experiencing new things by myself you know" I answered as I turn a little bit more in her direction. Taking notice that her shirt actually rode up to her hip, showing a type of stain on her skin, yet as I glanced closer I took notice that it was a tattoo.

"Wait you have a tattoo?" I asked not bothering to hear her response. Once my question was out in the open, Gabriella instantly pulled down her shirt, and blushed furiously.

"I have two of them, nothing major though" She answered, still blushing. I asked her why the blushing, which only made her cover her face in embarrassment, and direct a warm smile at me.

"Well no one knows about the second one, the one you just saw. So don't ask about it Bolton because you will not learn about it. But you can probe about the first one though" she exclaim, turning around and lifting her hair, showing me a tattoo of a small bird, which was delicately detailed. It was placed right on her back, as if she were to wear her hair down no one will know is there, but if she wanted to wear it up, a simple shirt would cover it.

"What does it signify?" I asked. I know for a person like Gabriella, a tattoo would have not been placed on her body because she wanted to rebel.

"It signifies me, like I said 'I'm a bird without a specific past, but I know better to learn from my mistakes and just fly with the wind until I reach my destination' I didn't want to make it a real specific bird, because I'm no one in specific you know. I am many different parts in one human body. But yeah, like I said nothing major."

Her honest answer left me in so much awe. This girl, eh I mean woman was such an inspiration. She was truly amazing.

"No it's huge, it's beautiful Gabriella. Really, I've been thinking about getting my own, but I just don't know what to get" I confessed, and it was actually true. Most of my friends had tattoos of someone important. Tattoos were something that was permanent, and I knew that if I were to do it, it would have to be of great importance and significance.

"Well I'm afraid I can't help you with that Troy. But trust me when the time is right, it will come to you. Both of my tattoos were out of a spontaneous instinct. But I'm glad I got them"

"Well I'm glad you shared one of them with me Gabriella" I said smiling at my new wonderful friend.

"Smile"

"No!"

"Oh come on Gabriella, you take millions of photos everyday why can't I take one of you?" I reason as Gabriella tried to cover her head trying to escape my attempt to take a photograph of her.

"Yes well, when the time is right I'll let you take a picture of me." She answered back, trying to take the camera out of my grasp.

"Please, just one" I pouted, shortly after her giggles were heard throughout first class.

"Alright but just because that pout was cute" She said pinching my cheek.

I ignored her comment and raised the camera up to my head, adjusting the lens as she had shown me a few minutes ago. Once she had placed a beautiful smile on her face I pressed the bottom that released a flash meaning a picture was successfully taken.

And successful it was for when I looked at the lens Gabriella's smiled radiated as if the viewer was there at that moment in time.

"Can I see it" She whispered as I felt her eyes on me while I stared at the electronic in my hand. I recently gave her the camera, waiting for her reaction to the picture.

"It's really really nice, you made me look beautiful even in this state" She whispered touching her face as if to see if what was on the camera was real. I would have told her she was beautiful, I would have reassured her that what I saw now was even much more beautiful than the still photo on her camera. But I got interrupted by Taylor the flight attendant who had asked what our choice was for lunch. A few moment of chatter, two minutes to get our food ready. Ten minutes eating our food and in less than thirty minutes Gabriella had fallen asleep on my shoulder, and even though I wasn't a fan of any sort of PDA or physical contact with a female, unless it was my mother or truthfully if I was drunk and ready for a night of relief. But strangely I was fine with it, just for the fact that it was Gabriella whose head was on my shoulder.

"Oh fuck, darn, shit!" I cursed, as I heard the thunder and the poring of rain. Nothing was going as plan, ever since we arrived in England it has been a pure nightmare. The best part is I had only been in the country for an hour or so.

Yet in that hour I had successfully lost my luggage, no hotel was yet available at the price I had to offer, oh and not to mention it was pouring cats and dogs outside.

"Troy I am sure they just misplaced your luggage, it will be fine" Gabriella tried to reason as she laid a hand on my shoulder. I felt myself relax to a certain point. Knowing she was still with me by my side was the only comforting thing I had left.

"That still doesn't explain where I am going to sleep tonight." I fought back. If I would have had my luggage I knew I had some money in there along with my credit card that lay in a pocket of some jean. But without any luggage the only money I had with me was what I was to use.

"You can stay where I am staying" She whispered as she turned me in her direction.

"I don't want to be an intruder, I already came with you on this flight." I reasoned, knowing that it wasn't in my place to just go into some stranger's house.

"Relax, Kelsi is an amazing friend of mine, she wouldn't mind. She loves to help out."

I looked at her, to see if what came out of her mouth was true. Her body stood firm, her eyes screamed truth, and her hand was still upon my shoulder still maintaining my relaxation.

"Alright" I agreed returning a smile which she had given me upon her invitation.

We had given the girl behind the counter my number and the address to this Kelsi woman in case my luggage was to be found. And in a short while Gabriella and I were making our way out of the airport and into the rainy city of London.

I didn't know how the poor woman did it. I had discovered her when Gabriella had suddenly stopped and had raised her camera up to her eye, signifying she was about to take a picture. I looked around in the general direction in which camera was pointing at. The poor woman was drenched in water as she tried to call a cab. Desperation was all that could be read upon her face. I knew the woman was not of any high class, or actual middle class to be more specific. For the way she was dressed, it was of no assumption that life was crashing down upon her.

But what surprised me the most was as I saw a female figure go up to the desperate woman and give her some sort of item. As the desperate woman looked up at the stranger, and with a warm smile she had received the item. At a closer glance I noticed that the kind stranger was not stranger at all. But she was rather the one and only Gabriella Montez. Gabriella had walked away from my side, and across the street to take of her coat and give it to the woman in need.

I didn't know what amazed me the most. That Gabriella had done that out of the kindness of her heart, or the fact that the poor woman was happy and thankful for a little piece of garment.

When Gabriella had received a warm hug from the stranger, she had made her way across the street and stood directly in front of me.

She smiled and said a simple sentence that I knew I would never forget. "I didn't give it to her because she was in need; I gave it to her because she needs to know everything would be okay."

And as I looked across the street to see that the woman had finally grabbed the attention of a cab, with a big smile across her face, I realized one thing.

Maybe my luggage might have been misplaced, maybe I had to stay in a stranger's house, and maybe it was raining cats and dogs. But at least I knew at the end of the day that for me everything would be okay.

Like yesterday, or two days ago or whenever it had been that I met Gabriella. The beautiful brunette that was standing in front of me had taught me something.

Simplicity.

Feel the rain on your skin, No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, No one else can speak the words on your lips.

Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open.

Today is when your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.

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