A/N: Since Sweethearts was such a big hit, I decided to continue it and start this one. It's going to take place three years in the future when they're graduating college.

HUGE THANKS to justacrush. Without her, I don't know what I would have done!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own and/or am affiliated with any of the characters, the movie, music, etc.

Flashback

March 3rd, 2009 7 am

Gabriella loved mornings in Paris more than anything else about the city. Everyday she would wake up long before her roommate and sneak outside the balcony just to watch the sunrise. This beautiful Tuesday morning was no different.

She loved watching how the sun would creep over the buildings and then the city would come alive. Wrapped up in her white terry cloth bathrobe, she had her feet propped up on the ledge and was leaning back in the old wooden rocking chair. There was no one else up this early in the morning and the few minutes of silence was priceless. The cool breeze tickled her cheeks and the smell of the city waking up wiggled under her nose.

But her favorite part was being able to sit there by herself and watch the whole town come alive. For most of the day her mind was racing with things to do and the tasks at hand. But for the few minutes she sat there, the only thing she had to worry about was herself and only herself.

This morning though, she had only been sitting outside for a few minutes before her cell phone vibrated in the pocket of her pajama bottoms. Startled, she jolted the cup of coffee in her hand and jumped up out of her seat. Usually she didn't bring her phone with her, but the last two days in a row she had fallen asleep in her chair and was late to class.

Gabriella huffed as she flipped open her phone and was angry to see that it was her roommate calling.

"You have a phone call from the front desk." Savannah grumbled through the speaker.

"Did they say what it was about?" Gabriella asked, but the girl had already hung up and most likely fallen back asleep.

Determined not to wake up Savannah, Gabriella didn't go back into her bedroom to change but instead began her descent down the four flights of stairs to the lobby.

As Gabriella reached the lobby, she was momentarily distracted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee and bread that was just coming out of the oven. The temptation to sneak into the kitchen and rub elbows with the chefs was almost overwhelming. But, concerned of the urgent call from the front desk, she put her hunger to the side, tightened her robe around her chest and walked into the lobby.

"Bon Jour Rene," Gabriella said joyfully as she walked over to the man at the front desk. In her last six weeks she had managed to become very good friends with the hotel staff, which in turn, had worked out in her favor.

"Bon Jour and good morning Madame Gabriella." The older man smiled. "I trust you slept well?" He asked as he reached out for her hand and welcomed it with a light kiss.

After giggling innocently at his manners, Gabriella remembered the reason why she left her early morning ritual to come downstairs in the first place. "I heard you had a message for me?"

"Oh yes." Rene turned around towards the mailboxes in search of Gabriella's message. While he was doing so, Gabriella let her eyes dance around the almost empty lobby.

An older woman and her husband were sitting at the sofas reading the paper and sipping coffee. Their hands were intertwined and even while Gabriella stood so far away, she knew they were very much in love.

At the opposite end of the room, a tall, dangly man was standing next to the window with his back turned staring out into the busy street. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and his hands were stuffed into his pockets.

For a second Gabriella thought he looked remarkably familiar, but she turned her attention back to Rene who had found her message.

"Oh yes, Madame." He said while handing her the tiny, white note that he retrieved from her box. "A young gentleman brought this by earlier. Very nice man."

Rene smiled excitedly as he watched her tear open the envelope and begin to read the letter.

All that was written on the tiny piece of paper was: "Do you know how beautiful you look?"

Gabriella looked at the note again completely confused until she looked back up at Rene who had a toothy grin stretched across his face.

"I think you are supposed to turn it over, Madame." He smiled.

As Gabriella turned the piece of paper over in her hands, a rush of excitement filled the pit of her stomach.

The words Turn Around were written in huge, big block letters.

Doing as she was commanded, Gabriella slowly turned around and faced the middle of the lobby in hopes of finding the author of her secret note.

There standing right in front of her was the stranger with the bag over his shoulder and his hands in his pocket. Except this time, he was no longer a stranger.

Gabriella knew those brilliant blue eyes and that famous, handsome grin.

"Hey Gabriella." Troy Bolton spoke as if they hadn't spent a moment apart in the last six weeks. But before he could say anymore, Gabriella dashed across the lobby, jumping safely into his arms.

She didn't care that he smelled like a mixture of airplane smoke and baby throw up or that she hadn't brushed her hair and was standing in the middle of the room in her pajamas.

She also forgot that she was in Paris and that he was supposed to be in North Carolina. All she knew was that she missed the way his strong arms felt around her body and the way shivers flew up her spine when he touched her. "What are you doing here?"

Troy didn't answer, but instead leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips. He kissed her for all of the kisses they've missed while she was away. There were kisses for all of the pre game kisses and walking to class kisses and goodnight kisses that they haven't been able to share. These were the kisses that Gabriella dreamed about every night in Paris.

When they pulled apart for air, Gabriella's face was bright red and Troy had a look on his face like he was pleading for more. Their noses were inches apart and Gabriella couldn't take her eyes off of his.

"I have morning breath." She confessed, causing more color to rise to her face.

Troy just laughed and cupped her face in his hands. "Do you know how much I missed kissing you? Do you just know how much I've missed you?"

"I've missed you too."

"No, Gabriella. You don't understand. I've been hurting for you." She could have melted in his arms right then by the way he said her name with such love and passion. Squeezing her arms tighter around her chest, Gabriella never wanted to let him go.

"I love you." She mumbled, while crying into his shirt. "Oh, I love you so much." The couple stood in the lobby of the hotel room for a long time, just clinging onto each other. Finally, their legs became weak and the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen became too overwhelming.

"How long are you here for?" Gabriella asked him as they pulled apart.

"I have a game on Sunday, so it's just until Friday night." For a brief second, she already began to miss him like he was gone. "But don't worry we're going to have a great time, right?"

Turning her eyes up to his, she smiled warmly. "You bet. I can't wait to show you Paris."

"Oh yeah?" Troy grabbed her hand and they began walking towards the door to the kitchen. "You have the best tour guide in all of Paris."

"And the hottest one too." As the reached the double doors, Troy leaned down and kissed her one last time before they walked inside.

Thursday March 5th, 2009 5 am

Troy Bolton was tired.

No, Troy Bolton was exhausted. The last two days of his trip to Paris had been absolutely excruciating. Running around the city with an overzealous Gabriella made a hard day of basketball practice look like easy. This morning when his fiancée arrived at the door at five o'clock, he was not at all thrilled about being pulled out of bed.

"Come on Troy, hurry up and get dressed. I have a full day planned of stuff for us to do, now hurry!" He had tried everything he could to convince her to let him sleep for a few more hours, but his efforts were wasted. Now, it was five thirty and he was confident that he and Gabriella were the only people awake in the entire city.

"Gabriella." He grumbled while dragging his feet down the steps to the front door. There wasn't even a bell man to let them out and bid them a good day. There wasn't anybody, anywhere.

"Come on Troy. Just do this for me?" The way her big brown eyes made that pleading look would convince Troy that he could fly to the moon or run up the side of a mountain.

As he took a step out onto the dark, empty streets he made one final look back up towards his bedroom where he could be sleeping. But as soon as Gabriella laced her hand within his, he knew that no amount of sleep would ever replace the time he got to spend with her.

A few minutes later they walked out of the only coffee shop open with a steaming cup of morning bliss in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. Gabriella was dragging Troy through the city which was just now waking up and beginning its day.

"Where are we going?" He hounded her time and time again. But she never answered and they just continued talking about whatever was on their minds.

Finally, Gabriella stopped walking and turned around to face him. "Do you know that my first week here I was so homesick I couldn't eat or sleep or do anything?"

"No, I didn't know that. But I wish I had. Why didn't you call and tell me? If you would have called I would have flown over here right away and . . ." But Troy's rant was interrupted with a light kiss on the lips from Gabriella.

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to fly over here and rescue me."

"What?" He asked, confused and slightly hurt.

"I wanted to do this on my own and if you came over here the first week that would have ruined it." Gabriella looked up at the sky where the sun was just beginning to rise over the buildings.

"Anyways," she continued. "One morning, I packed up all of my things and was determined to catch a plane back home to you. I had it all planned out . . . But when I got to this spot, right here, I realized what a mistake I was making."

"What do you mean?" Troy asked, still pretty confused.

"I realized that if I left, that would be giving up on a dream of mine and I would be running away just because I missed you." Her cheeks turned a light shade of red and her eyes fell to the cobblestone sidewalk.

"I'm glad you stayed, even though I missed you like crazy." Troy confessed while squeezing her hands gently. "But what's so special about this spot? All I say is an abandoned building and a sandwich shop."

Gabriella looked back up and him and smiled brightly. "Just like you gave me hope six years ago that I could sing in front of the entire East High student body, this building gave me hope that I can be on my own and independent for three months."

On the inside, Troy's heart was breaking from hearing Gabriella talk about what a rough time she had moving away. Especially since he had begged her to stay at home and made her feel guilty about leaving him during game time.

"Troy, turn around." As he did so, he was amazed at the sight in front of him. He was standing at the base of the Eiffel tower, holding hands with the woman he loves and watching the sun wake up the city.

"Gabriella this is . . ." But he was at a loss for words to describe the scene.

"Amazing, unbelievable, indescribable? I know. This is my favorite place in Paris and you have to come at just the right time." Now Troy felt really guilty about not wanting to wake up this morning and not wanting Gabriella to come to Paris at all.

"You really love it here, don't you?" He asked her, his voice just above a whisper as he continued to stare up at the massive building in front of him.

"I do, but I love you more." Gabriella squeezed his hand before resting her head on his shoulder. "Can you keep a secret?"

Troy just nodded.

"I'm glad you flew up here to see me. There's no one I'd rather share this with then you. I just wish . . ." Troy took his eyes off of the monument and looked down at his fiancée who had several tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I just wish you didn't have to go home in two days." He wiped the tears off of her cheeks and then kissed her forehead gently. "I just wish, Troy that I could wake up in your arms every morning. I wish there was away that we would never be apart."

Troy stayed silent for a long time, his eyes returning to the statue and occasionally he too would wipe away tears from the corners of his eyes. He hated the thought of leaving Gabriella again, especially since the last six weeks had been so miserable for him.

"Wait a minute. What if there was a way?"

"What are you talking about?"

He turned to face her, his blue eyes bleeding into hers. "What if there was a way that we could wake up next to each other, every single morning for the rest of their lives? And most of all, for the next two days?"

"What if we got married?"

"Troy, silly, we are getting married? Remember that big thing we've been planning called a wedding??"

When Troy didn't laugh, Gabriella realized that he was being much more serious than she thought. "No, I don't mean that we get married in six months or a year. I mean that we get married right here, right now."

"Troy? What in the world are you talking about?" Then, out of nowhere, Troy got down on one knee and looked up at Gabriella. He had a couple of random tears underneath his eyes and his hands were clutching hers tightly.

"Gabriella Montez?"

"Yeah?" She asked, tears now falling out of her eyes. "Troy what are you doing?"

"I love you so much it hurts. I don't want to wake up another day without you in my arms. Will you marry me, right here, right now?"

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God were together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby