Authors Note: I am so sorry I haven't updated in the longest, but this was a difficult chapter because I need to show where troy and Gabriella's relationship was developing into but I also needed to show where they were planning to go to next. The song choices were done due to my latest obsession with The Beatles and Train. Paul McCartney was the hottest man back in the days. Anyways! Thanks for the reviews it's a pleasure to know people enjoy what my crazy head comes up with.

Song to listen to while reading: Here comes the Sun by the Beatles.

Enjoy the filler chapter!

xxx

Lee

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun

And I say,

It's alright.

Sun, Sun, Sun here it comes. . . .Sun, Sun, Sun here it comes. . . . Little darling I feel the ice is slowly melting, little darling it seems like years since it's been clear. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's alright"

"I didn't consider you for a Beatles fan," I enquired, as I entered the living room to see Gabriella very much dressed like Tom Cruise in risky business. She had high knee socks, female boxers and a bottom down shirt with her hair up in a messy bun. She had a broom in her hand singing along to the song. It was the most beautiful, sweetest, cheesiest things I seen in my life.

Gabriella turned around, and gave me a cheeky smile. She continued to move her hips walking in my direction, the broom now turning into a guitar. "It's alright, it's alright" she sang a long as the song came to an end. "Come on Troy, what person in their right mind doesn't like this song. I mean it makes anyone happy no matter what mood their in." She explained as she lifted the broom towards her mouth, and it now turned into a trumpet fallowing the beat to "All you need is love". She paused for a second, "What about you, are you in your right mind" She asked.

"Well most would say I am not, and truthfully I don't think I know either. But yes this is a wonderful song. All you need is love, love. Love is all you need." I too sang, as I marched around the living room, fallowing the beats of the song, yet making some mistakes with the lyrics. I heard Gabriella hysterically laughing, and as I turned around saw her rolling on the floor holding her stomach.

"Oh please Troy, stop! You're a disgrace as a fan" she joked, still holding her stomach, a huge smile on her face.

"That is not true; it's been a while since I hear this song! Plus you're the one mixing two totally different eras together." I tried to defend myself, sitting on the floor next to her. Gabriella scowled at me, and punched my arm in an attempt to make it hurt, but it was rather self amusing.

We sat there in silence, except for the sound of the classic English band voices echoing through the house. We sat there, no awkwardness, no strain for conversation. Just two people enjoying the silence and beauty of music.

After a while, I heard Gabriella sigh in content. "Isn't it Ironic?" she asked. Swaying from side to side, bumping into me every time she sawed to her left.

"What is?"

"Us being here in England, listening to the country's most famous band, which changed history for us, who have a lot of affect in our lives" She said softly. My body let out a chuckle, as I thought of how true her statement was. Here I was in another country, listening to soulful lyrics about everything and anything, while I was looking for the true meaning of life, and myself.

As I thought about it more and as Hey Jude began to play more ideas began to play in my head.

"Do you think destiny planned this?" I wondered out loud. I didn't expect her to answer; hell I don't think I had an answer myself. But as always she surprised me.

"I do, I mean listen to this song. If you hear closely you can hear them fighting, Lennon and McCartney I mean. And they did that on purpose they wanted to keep it there so they knew it was there. Just so they can hear how such beautiful thing as music and make us go crazy but can also turn out to be top selling and so well received. You know life is like that, we fight and break down and make so many mistakes but then when we look back we realize that we came out on top of what we expected. Life throws things at us just so we can have a story to tell, a song to sing and make a hit out of."

"You're really, truly smart. Did you know that?"

"Are you trying to say you ever doubted me!" She exclaimed. Truth is I never doubted her, from the moment I met her, I knew she was wise beyond her age. The way she expressed herself, the way she had passion, the way she enjoyed what she did. She was so many things that most couldn't even face up to achieve. As I turned to look at her, something got my eye, the same thing that had caught my eye about a week a go on the plane, the Tattoo. But I could see more of it now; it was a full character, a well detailed kanji character, with a flower around it.

"A Kanji Tattoo?" I cursed myself internally when I saw her look at the direction my eyes were looking towards. I need to keep things inside my head. Though I don't know why I needed to do such thing. Maybe because she had told me that it was personal. Maybe because it was in a place that my eyes should not be looking anywhere near. Or maybe because I wanted the pure satisfaction of knowing something about her.

She lowered her shirt, to cover the tattoo. "I told you, the second tattoo was personal stranger"

I smiled a cheeky smiled, and bow my head positive that I was now blushing. What a man Bolton.

"I . . . um. . . Sorry." I tried to get out a better apology but, the situation was embarrassing as it was.

"You better be stranger. No one knows about this tattoo. I meant it when I wanted to stay personal." I noticed how locked up the subject was for her. Although the thought of knowing made me smile, the idea of not fully understanding me began to drive a little fire and annoyance in the back of my mind. I knew I could keep persisting, but it was better for her to open up than to start something.

"Why are we back to the stranger nickname?" I asked instead, diverting the subject a little. She just smiled and shook her head, most likely that I didn't continue to press on. But before I could ask, the song changed and the speakers blasted a mix of soft drums, mixed with a guitar backdrop. Gabriella stood up squealing, jumping up and down as if the singer of the song was right in front of her.

"I Love this song!" she shouted, twirling around singing the first verse. It became clear to me what the song was. Not a very popular on demand song, but never the less a very nice song. She started to point to me as the chorus started, spreading her arms according to the words. I stood up, going by her side and singing the next part.

Soon we were both holding hands, swinging to the song, twirling around making fool of ourselves. As the chorus approached once again, we became closer.

"Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly, There's no better way to fly, to get to me. I look around at what I got and without you, it ain't a lot but I got every, with you, everything." It was a true wonder that moment. Actually that whole morning was a true wonder. We sang, and danced together; as if we had been doing it our entire lives.

Shortly after a mare of two hours we both collapsed on the floor, gasping for air thanking the floor for providing a sort of surface to lie on even if it was uncomfortable. I heard Gabriella giggle, and then soon break out into a fit of giggles. She rolled onto her stomach lifting her head looking my direction.

"This was fun, it truly was" She smiled. It was a nice smile, one of those smiles that melt your heart because they seem so pure and angelic. You know those smiles that you wish everyone would give you. The kind that would brighten the worst of days, the one that makes you realize how beautiful a person really was.

I started to blush, not only at the brain of thought but at the fact that I never really done such thing in my life. "Are you blushin?" I heard Gabriella squeal, she giggled for a while, touching my cheek as if the blush will stay intact if she did so.

"Well yeah, I mean I'm sure you've done many other things are much more fun. You don't have to say those things." I tried to play it off, trying to avoid any more embarrassment, but not the bad kind. Rather the embarrassment that you got when you realized something you never knew before.

"On the contraire stranger, I do have to say those things. Think of it as that little detail in a book. You know the one that readers never really think about, but yet it has a good meaning behind it. The one where you have to really look deep to realize it was important. This was that. Its moments like this that I live for."

Her comparison made me smile; the girl was more than beauty and creativity. "That was very deep. But seriously what's with the stranger nickname, I thought we were over that?"

She stood up, picking up the broom which was discarded onto the corner of the room during our little performance. "We are, don't worry. I just think it suits you. It gives you that mystery and sense of wonder." She winked my way, she was about to walk out when I said something which I recalled from the first day we arrived, that made her blush immensely.

"The wonder and mystery here would be how you got my shirt Gabriella Jade!"

And with one last wink she walked away leaving me in the middle of the room, singing with a dorky smile to I want to hold your hand.

"What's cooking, yummy looking?" Kelsie said as she entered the kitchen.

"I thought it was 'What's Cooking, Good Looking' Kels" Gabriella said, inviting me to join her, she laid some tea in front of me. I scrunched my nose, not really liking the idea.

"Is there crumpets too?" I asked, pushing away the hot drink, which kelsie gladly took. Gabriella ignored my comment sticking her tounge in my direction.

"Oh come on Ella you really think that this guy is just good looking. I mean come on talk about a walking advertisement for sex!" Kelsie laughed as she walked out of the living room giving me a slight nudge.

"I seriously am sorry for her. But if I'm honest most of my friends are probably worse." Gabriella tried to apologize as she sat down in the stool in front of me, the warm drink safely in her hands.

"You don't have to apologize, I rather like the idea of being a 'walking advertisement for sex'," I joked wiggling my eyebrow.

She had let the comment slide after slapping my shoulder in a joking matter, we sat in silence for a while; she was reading her newspaper while I was writing something on my dear notepad. Although like always curiosity killed the cat and Gabriella was soon was probing me to tell her what I was writing on my notepad. "Come on Troy just show me what you're writing, I'll show you my… newspaper" I looked at her quizzically laughing at her poor attempt to make an offer.

"Seriously, it's nothing big I'm just writing some memoires, you know so I can remember things from this trip," I explained. In truth I was doing just that but there were things written in there that would reveal a lot more about me that I wasn't quite ready to tell her, like the fact that I found her extremely attractive.

" Ugh, fine" she said giving up sending a pout my way. "Oh come on don't be like that. I'll tell you what, one day you will be the first one to read it before its even published, your opinion will be the biggest one I'll receive." I tried to reason, like a dog, her ears perked up.

"You promise?"

"I promise." I held my hand up high as if I was taking a pledge.

"Well how will you find me I mean hello we can't stay here in Britain Forever?"

"Well I really don't know but I will, although you are right my journey just begun I can't go home right now," I said thinking more about my farewell to this beloved country that brought many good opportunities to me. Looking at the news paper lying on the table I picked it up looking at the page it lay on. In a nice colorful letters with with pictures around it, the advertisement invited people to Italy. As if a light bulb flashed across both our brains Gabriella smiled running to the phone. "I'll call the flight agency. We're going to Italy," she screamed.

"Wait what we?" Okay, so maybe the light bulb flashed more on her head than mine.

"I mean, not unless you wanted to go alone," she said, blushing and placing the phone down. Thinking about it I was certainly happy for her to come along with me, she was entertaining, funny, charismatic but most of all she didn't mind some of my grumpy moments. "You call the agency, looks like we're going to Italy," I exclaimed with a smile on my face.

As I left the kitchen to go look for my credit I turned around to see Gabriella doing some type of butt dance as she whispered Italy over and over again. She really was something.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...