Psycho Stalker by itsxloveeee
"He's watching us, Troy. He's waiting to make his next move." T&G. Rated M.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from High School Musical or Cyndi Lauper lyrics.
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Gabriella Montez got out of her car quickly after gathering her things in a black leather briefcase. With the briefcase in one hand and her keys and purse in the other, she locked her car.
The parking garage was deserted…not a person in sight. A light in the background was flickering on and off. You could hear water trickling from the ceiling and down the wall. The atmosphere was like a scary movie. A good word for it is eerie.
Having the feeling of being stalked, Gabriella ran into the elevator and pressed the button to close the door about 20 times. Once the door closed tightly, she slammed her fist on the number 23. The anxiety from the atmosphere in the garage was impacting her ability to relax. As soon as the elevator began to move, she leaned her back against the wall and sighed a breath of relief.
Ding! Floor 23.
The doors opened slowly, and once the doors were opened big enough for her to fit through, she scurried out of the elevator and off to her apartment. The hallway gave her the same eerie feeling as the parking garage. Chills shot through her spine and traveled to the rest of her body as she made her way to the apartment door. She turned the knob, only to find out that it is locked, which is odd. Mainly because Troy always arrived home first and left the door opened for her.
She began to search for the key on the ring when a door opened across the hallway. Her head shot up to see her neighbor walk out of his apartment. Gabriella let out another sigh of relief and waved to the man, you can call him Larry.
She located the silver key on the ring and slid it through the lock to open the door. Once the door unlocked, she rushed into the apartment, closed the door, and locked it behind her.
When she turned around and surveyed the penthouse, she noticed all of the lights on and Troy was sleeping peacefully on the couch with his shirt off. She smiled at the sight. After placing her briefcase, keys, and purse on the counter gently, she walked into the kitchen to begin making dinner.
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Troy's eyes woke up to the smell of spaghetti filling the penthouse apartment. He noticed Gabriella's things on the table next to the door, and knew automatically that she was home. He got off of the couch and walked groggily over to the kitchen. He stopped at the door to listen to Gabriella singing to herself:
'But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow'
He walked over to her and wrapped his arms gently, yet securely around her petite waist. She jumped a little from the surprise, but eased herself into his chest. The two lovers stood there, just enjoying the silence until Troy whispered huskily into her ear, "Your voice is beautiful baby."
She smiled softly at the comment and gently whispered back, "Thank you."
"Sing for me," He commanded. A rosy color formed on her cheeks as she continued the song for him:
'Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there'
She turned around in his arms and patted his chest gently; "You go shower mister so I can finish dinner." After placing a gently kiss on his left cheek, she turned around and continued to mix the sauce for the spaghetti.
He sighed, disappointed that she was making him leave. He pressed a soft kiss onto the right side of her neck, causing her to moan softly. He then offered, "How about I finish up some work while you finish that and then we can shower together."
She definitely liked, no loved that idea, so she agreed with it, but shooed him off to finish his work. He unwillingly agreed and walked off to his desk to work on the novel he is currently writing.
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"Dinner is ready!" Gabriella yelled from the kitchen as she was placing the last piece of silverware on the table. Troy heard her summon and walked out of the office, through the living room, and into the kitchen to enjoy a meal with his girlfriend. He looked at the table to see two places set and a romantic glow from two lit candles.
A smile formed on his face as he walked over to take a seat next to Gabriella. He took a long sniff of the aroma in the room while taking a seat in his chair. "This looks delicious," he stated, looking at the food piled on the plate in front of him.
"Why thank you Mr. Bolton. Bon appétit!" She smiled cheekily at him and took her fork to begin eating the spaghetti on her plate. Troy followed suit after watching Gabriella eat her food for a few seconds. He still can't make sense of why Gabriella chose him over every single person she has ever met or may ever meet.
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"I'm stuffed," Troy announced after taking the last bite of spaghetti on his plate. Gabriella giggled, mainly because he just finished his second serving, when she was done with hers about 10 minutes ago. She didn't mind though, she enjoyed talking to Troy. But, she was a little upset about what Ryan's sister, Sharpay, did to him in the office today. Right after hearing Troy's story, she decided to put it in the back of her mind and continue talking to the man she has loved for the past 7 years.
"Hey!" He argued, "I'm a growing man and I was really hungry!"
"Yeah, yeah," she said while gathering hers and Troy's plates to take to the sink. Troy got up and grabbed the bowl of spaghetti on the table and took it over to the refrigerator. As he was wrapping up the leftovers, he asked, "So, what do you want to do tonight?"
She giggled and placed a fork into the dishwasher. After turning around to face him, she replied, "Well, besides have a nice, sensual shower together, I was thinking we could watch a movie or something."
"Sounds like a good idea," Troy began while placing the last of the spaghetti into the container. He placed the leftovers into the refrigerator and finished, "As long as we can watch a scary one."
"I could go for some cuddling tonight. It's a date. But you go get our shower ready and I will be there in one minute."
He agreed, almost too quickly and ran off to the bathroom to turn on the hot water for the shower with Gabriella. You might think that he is a sex freak, I mean, what guy isn't, but a shower with Gabriella is more than a good fuck. It is one of the many ways he can caress her skin, hold her close, and make her feel like she is on the top of the world.
After feeling to make sure the water it is the right temperature, he pulled the knob out to turn on the water. Just as the water began to pour out of the showerhead, Gabriella entered the bathroom and began to strip down. Troy turned around to watch her, and began to get lost in her gorgeous body.
"You gonna join me or not, Wildcat?" She asked while entering the shower. He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts and quickly undressed to join her in the shower.
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The two were lying on the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace after two more rounds of love making after their shower. Troy's phone began to ring loudly from the dresser, so he got off the bed, put on his boxers and headed over to answer his phone.
"Hello?" His husky voice filled the apartment and even when he was talking to someone else, Gabriella still fawns over his voice.
"Is this Troy Bolton?" Asked the mysterious woman on the other line.
He replied, a little confused, "Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Linda from Albuquerque Memorial Hospital. Your mother and father have been shot about 4 days ago and are in critical care. I'm sorry we couldn't tell you sooner, we just identified them."
The phone fell out of his hand, and he stopped breathing. After Gabriella wrapped a sheet around her body, she rushed over to him and asked, "What is wrong, baby?"
Without saying a word, he rushed over to his laptop and turned it on. "Hurry up!" He yelled at the computer while hitting the sides. Gabriella grew seriously concerned with Troy's actions and asked one more time, "What is wrong, Troy?"
He turned around in his seat and grey met brown. She could instantly tell something was wrong by the color of his eyes. "Troy, tell me."
He took a deep breath and said the words he never wanted to say, "My parents have been shot and they are in critical care." A single tear fell from his grey eyes and even Gabriella began to tear up. She loved Lucille and Jack, and it hurt her inside to know they were in serious condition and that their only son is torn up about it.
All she could ask was, "When?"
"4 days ago," Troy responded and then turned back to the computer to book two flights back to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
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"Flight 1423 to Albuquerque, New Mexico will now be boarding first class passengers." Automatically, Troy and Gabriella stood up from their seats and handed the tickets to the lady at the desk. After the machine beeped, the two walked through the jet way and onto the airplane to take their seats next to each other. Since the two of them flew often and had a good amount of money, they were able to buy the only remaining tickets left, which were from first class.
The plane boarded noisily, but they sat in complete silence, not wanting to talk about what they might see or have to go through when they land in Albuquerque. Once the plane boarded and the pilot pushed back from the gate, Troy announced, "I never called anyone else."
"Oh," was the only reply Gabriella could muster up. After those few words were spoken, not another word was said as they flew to the place that brought them happy memories. Now, they will be filled with the bad memories of their hometown.
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About an hour into the flight, Gabriella was sleeping and dreamt about the day her and Troy began dating.
Flashback
"Troy! Where the hell are you taking me?!" A 16-year-old Gabriella yelled at her best friend of 10 years.
Troy laughed and continued to guide his best friend and the girl he was in love with to their favorite park. Gabriella could hear children playing and mothers scolding their children for wandering off or doing something they weren't supposed to. She smiled at the scent of flowers, trees, and fresh cut grass.
Troy simply answered, "You'll see."
He finished guiding her to their destination and when they came to a stop, he uncovered her eyes. She suddenly saw their favorite place in the park with a blanket and a picnic basket set up underneath their tree. She noticed a pizza box, probably Margarita pizza, her favorite. She gasped at the beauty of everything and rushed over to open the picnic basket…chocolate covered strawberries, cole slaw, and Dr. Pepper. All of her favorites. She smiled up at Troy and asked, "What is the occasion?"
He returned the smile and responded, "Can't a guy take his best friend on a picnic? But if you don't want to stay, I guess we can…"
She interrupted him, "No! I want to stay and be together and…" she blushed, noticing what she just said, and it didn't help her case when Troy chuckled at her. He knew that at the end of their picnic together, he was going to ask her the question he has wanted to ask her since the day he turned 13.
The two ate, talked, joked, laughed, played, and more until the last strawberry remained in the bowl.
Gabriella insisted, "You eat it."
"No you eat it." He argued back.
"You eat it!"
"No you eat it!
"You eat it!"
"How about we share?" He suggested and took the strawberry out of the bowl. He then held it right outside of her mouth, so she took a bite out of the strawberry. A quiet, "Mmmm," came from her mouth as she chewed the juicy strawberry. He finished off the strawberry and placed the stem in the bowl. When they were done chewing, their eyes met and stayed locked for about 20 seconds, when Troy finally mustered up the courage to say, "Brie, we have been best friends for 10 years and I love the way how we can talk about anything. I love how everything is so simple between us. I love the way we can just lay on my bed in each other's arms and deal with our problems, but…"
'Oh no,' she thought, 'He doesn't want to be friends anymore!'
"…I want to be more than friends. Will you be my girlfriend?" He held his breath, nervous that she would decline his request. But when she nodded her head and said the three words he has been longing to hear, "I love you," the only thing he could do was let out a sigh of relief and say those three, well four words back, "I love you too."
End of Flashback
A lot of Troyella fluff in that chapter! But next one will be really dramatic and the storyline will really start to unfold.