A/N: Here's a new story Lovies! yes, it is the story of Titanic, but with a slight twist. Instead of Gabriella being the rich (trapped) character; that would be Troy. And instead of Troy being the poor, artsy, sarcastic smart ass; that is Gabriella hahaha :D So, anyway, we hope you enjoy the first chapter and we hope that you leave a lovely review for us? Huh? Huh? Pwitty Pwease with sugar cookies and lemon cookies and Zac Efron covered in chocolate?
"When we feel trapped, we search for a way out...when we can't find that way out, we scream for some one to listen. When no-one listens...we do the next extreme we can think of." ~ Tenney Maree
The energy on the dock was great. People crowding it, eyeing the huge boat afloat on the water. Cars, that carried the rich and the fabulous lifestyles, honked to get people's attention and get them to move. "Daddy," said a little girl, holding her doll tight to her chest "It's a ship!" the daddy smiled, kissing her cheek and staring up at the great piece of machinery. "Your right..."
The sheets, having never been slept in and the china..never been used. This was the ship of dreams waiting to set sail on its voyage to America. Honk! Honk! The little girl looked back at a red and gold car appearing, slowing to a stop with a embroidered wildcat on the door.
The door opened, a stud with blue eyes and brown hair stepped out then helped a precarious and eccentric blond out, "Sharpay," the blue eyed man sneered, "Whats the fuss is about? I don't see the difference between this ship and the Cartania..." the blonde, Sharpay, scoffed. "Troy..you can be so blase about a lot of things...but not about Titanic. It's a lot bigger than Cartania and more luxerious." Troy rolled his eyes, "whatever."
Troy started walking along the dock, looking up at the impressive ship. Yes, it was bigger. Ship of dreams? More likely than not, it's like a slave ship. He didn't want to go back to New York. He hated it there, and Sharpay? Yeah, she was his fiance, but his father was the one who pushed them on each other in the first place. "Mr Bolton!" yelled his man servant. He smiled, "yeah Chad?" He hated being 'Mr Bolton'-he wasn't his father.
"I have your bags, and Miss Evans told me to stay with you." Troy rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers,
"Chad, let Miss Ev-I mean Sharpay know that I'm a big boy, I can take of myself." The jamaican chuckled, then scratched the back of his neck.
"With all do respect, sir..uh, Miss Evans frightens me like the Devil frightens people...so, I'd rather not say that to her."
"Oh you don't have to say it to her face." The two boys both laughed, then they looked up at the ship one more time. Troy sighed, "come on...let's get on the ship before Sharpay finds us."
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Gabriella looked up at the big ship, this was her chance, to get out of this hell hole. She was tired of sleeping under bridges, in alleys, and even in hotels. She stepped onto the ship, and the guy looked at her, "Ticket miss?" Gabriella nodded handing him her ticket the said 'Titanic-steerage'; she held onto her bag tightly going onto the ship. She looked around her, it looked so big, she went into her room, and layed her bag down. She was going to be sleeping there for three days, and after that.. she was on God's good humor.
After laying on the bed for what seemed like a long while, and wanting to do more than lay on her bum all afternoon, Gabriella went out onto the boat deck, looking out into the ocean as she moved.
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Troy had finally escaped Sharpay, his bitchy fiance, the one he didn't even love or nor did want to marry. His eyes stumbled upon a beautiful brunette girl, she wasen't fancy dressed, and that's what he liked about her. She was..beautiful.
Gabriella felt a pair of eyes on her, and she turned to her right, Troy smiled, "Hey." she looked at him, "Hey.. ummm..." man he was gorgeous, and so.. rich. she sighed, she had no chance, he held out his hand, "Troy Bolton." Gabriella smiled, "Gabriella.. Gabi for short."
Troy smiled, "uh...well, nice to meet you." Gabriella nodded, taking her hand out of his and staring back at the ocean. The sun was setting and was painting a string of gold and red over the water as it glistened in the horizan. Gabriella sighed, her fingers itching to draw the magnifcent sight, but sadly, she left her sketch book full of paper and rough sketches in her cabin. "Beautiful..." she whispered.
Troy looked at her, "what?" she looked at him, "the sunset..how it hits the water, and how it paints the sky like that...red, gold...a little bit of silver lining if you look between the two main colours."
He turned the clouds, squinting his eyes so he could see it. But..."I don't see any silver lining."
Gabriella scoffed, "That is so typical." Troy looked at her, "what? What's typical?" She giggled, moving a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, "how you can't see what is the most beautiful."
Troy narrowed his eyes, "that is not true.." Your beautiful. She rolled her eyes, "yeah...well, let me know when you see the silver lining Mr Bolton"- he hated being called that! And it must have shown on his face, because Gabriella giggled, "I have to go row with the other slaves...so...bye, nice meeting you."
He nodded back at her, watching her leave; her hips swayed side to side, like the ocean...okay, he shouldn't compare anything to the ocean while on a ship right now. Staring at the sunset again, it was half gone and the red and gold was almost gone. "Silver lining?" Troy mumbled, squinting his eyes to see it.
"TROY!" Fuck. He turned slowly, seeing the erratic blond the is his fiance come up to him. "Where have you been it's time for supper." He cleared his throat, "oh yeah...I guess I lost track of time."
Sharpay giggled, standing up on her tip toes to kiss his lips sloppily and whisper in his ear, "me and you could always skip supper, and right to...dessert." her finger twirled down in a circle to the top button of his trousers, he pulled back. "uhm...I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Sharpay frowned, "Oh...okay." looping her arm through Troy's they walked somberly to the dining room. And that in itself was a sculpture; with mahogany walls and white tile floors that shined and glistened when the sun rising to greet the morning-or the sun saying farewell as it set- bounced through the top skylight. Sharpay was in awe, Troy looked at it, as if he'd seen it before.