A/N: So here's the first chapter. I hope you like it! Please tell me what you want to see in the story :)
Gabriella and Troy Bolton were sitting on the sofa, watching TV in their new home. Yes, they were married. And they had just bought a house together. Who would have thought that after just a year of meeting up again, they'd fall right back in love and get married? Well, everyone really. They both knew, (as did the rest of their friends) that they were mad on eachother, and always had been. Even after they broke up at graduation and didn't see eachother for years. And noiw they were together again, this time forever.
As Troy flicked through the channels on the TV, Gabriella had her head on his shoulder, and her amrs wrapped around him. Looking round the living room, she could see that there were still loads of boxes to be unpacked. She sighed, as she wasn't one to have a messy house. But she thought that it could wait for a bit. She wanted to be with Troy. To hold him.
Troy sighed and settled on BBC1, watching the news as there was nothing else really on. Gabriella smiled as he looked at her and put his head on the top of hers. Gabriella then moved her head from between Troy's head and shoulders, and looked up at him. Troy smiled, and kissed her forehead.
"So, Mr. Bolton, my husband. You think you're gonna be able to live with me?" Gabriella asked, smiling.
"Hmm..Mrs. Bolton, I doubt it. But I'll try." Troy said, smiling as he planted a kiss on her lips.
Gabriella returned the kiss, which then turned into a full make-out session, ending up with Gabriella on top of Troy on the sofa. Gabriella then got off, straightened herself out and stood up. Troy pretended to look hurt.
"Troy, we can't. My mum's coming over in a minute." Gabriella said.
"Oh, fine." Troy said, giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"Troy, don't!" Gabriella said, trying not to laugh.
Troy wouldn't give in, but Gabriella kept on shaking her head.
"Can I just have another kiss then?" Troy asked hopefully.
Gabriella sighed, pretending to be annoyed and kissed him. Before Troy could turn it into anything more though, she broke their lips apart and started to walk into the kitchen. As she walked out of the living room door, she started to talk.
"Oh, Troy. Could you do something with a few of the boxes in there please? I want the house to be at least a little bit tidy for my mum."
Troy sighed, but he stood up and walked over to the boxes. Once he got to them, he realised how big and full they were. Too much work. He thought to himself.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. But I might update again later. I'm not sure yet though. If not thn it will be either tomorrow or Sunday. Depending on how many reviews I get. So please review, and tell me what you want to see in this fic :) Thanks!