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"WHAT?!"

Nick spluttered as Troy slumped against a chair, groaning. Selena dutifully patted his back as he stared wide-eyed at his older brother and his girlfriend...fiancée? Gabriella blew a lock of hair out if her eyes, exasperated.

"I know" Gabriella moaned, dragging out the last word like it rolled itself in mud.

They had returned to the Bolton mansion after Gabriella had been cleared from the hospital. Gabriella's and Troy parents were downstairs, furiously debating over what kind of cake to buy and what kind of tablecloths to use at the wedding.

"What are we going to do? We're only seventeen! I don't care if I'm having your baby, I'm not marrying you until I finish my law degree!" she threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

Troy smirked.

"So you do want to marry me after all" he grinned oh-so- innocently.

Gabriella gaped, her face turning bright red. She began to stutter, her brain whirring for an answer that didn't embarrass herself.

"Well, you know, I mean- we're having a baby and I really, really like you and apparently, you really, really like me too so I just thought-"

Her babbling was cut off as Troy silenced her with his lips. Nick and Selena looked disgusted, before throwing pillows at the teenagers making out in front of them.

"Get a room!"

Troy briefly pulled away from Gabriella's lips, glaring at Nick and darkly muttering-

"This is my room!"

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"And then we'll have the grandparents' sitting on this table, our family friends on that table, your family friends on this table-" Lucille cut off by the boisterous laughter of her son and daughter-in-law as they walked into the living room.

Maria smiled fondly at her daughter. Gabriella was radiant, the swell of her stomach now obviously as she giggled at Troy's lame pick-up lines.

"Okay, okay, I've got another one!"

"I can't believe half of the girls at school fell for them!"

"You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy!"

"…Oh my God, you're so lame!"

"Whatever! You laughed!"

"Only because of its lameness!"

"Children, children, what are you doing?" Lucille indulgently smiled, folding her hands on her lap.

Gabriella elbowed Troy in the ribs, glaring pointedly. Troy sighed, before clearing his throat and flashing a winning smile. Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"What do you want now, Troy?"

Troy looked hurt. He placed a hand over his heart dramatically.

"Dad! How could you think I have any other motive than to check on my favourite parents?!"

Lucille scoffed.

"You don't have any other parents. Tell the truth, Troy Alexander Bolton" she warned.

Troy cringed at the use of his full name. Gabriella giggled. Troy threw her a dirty glare, before pouting at his parents.

"Why are we getting married?" he whined, blinking his adorable puppy-dog eyes.

Maria laughed loudly, before smacking him upside the head. She glared at him.

"Of course you're getting married! I refuse to let my daughter have her child out of wedlock! What will people say about the Montezes!" she reproached.

Troy nodded meekly, rubbing his head. Gabriella rolled her eyes, before plopping herself beside her mother.

"But Mum, we're only seventeen! We've barely finished high school, and you want us to get married?" Gabriella pleaded.

Greg sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.

"Why don't we let these two talk it out? I mean, it's ultimately their decision" he reasoned.

Maria and Lucille looked to retort, when Jack cut them off smoothly.

"Yes, yes, why don't you two talk it out? We'll wait here in the living room" he hurriedly motioned Gabriella and Troy to get out of the room.

Troy mouthed a thank you to his quick-witted father as he steered Gabriella into their courtyard. She let out a sigh of relief as they plopped down on a wooden bench. Troy rubbed a hand over his face.

"What are we going to do? I know we were going to go down and tell our parents we didn't want to get married yet, but they're so excited! I don't want to disappoint them" Gabriella muttered.

Troy blew a lock of hair out his dark eyes.

"So what now? Get married to make our parents happy?"

Gabriella shrugged.

"It's not like we were going to stay single for long, seeing that everyone knows about my unplanned pregnancy and your loose pants" she replied, giggling.

Troy glared.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" he pouted.

"Only because it's true" she stuck out her tongue.

Troy made a face, before groaning.

"So are we going to get married?" he asked.

Gabriella fidgeted, biting her lip.

"Well…I was kind of hoping to we'd in love first, you know" she answered quickly, blushing furiously.

Troy rolled his eyes.

"But we already are" he muttered quickly.

Gabriella raised an eyebrow, her ears straining to catch his last words.

"What did you say?"

Troy looked startled. He blinked, realising what he just said. He turned beet red, rubbing the back of his head.

"Uh…nothing"

Gabriella narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Tell me what you just said, Troy Bolton!"

"You can't tell me what to do! You're not my wife yet!"

"I'm close enough!"

"Just because you're having our baby doesn't mean you can boss me around!"

"Push a watermelon out of your penis, then we'll talk bossiness!"

Troy blanched. He watched Gabriella's chest heave, her eyes shooting daggers at him. He groaned, knowing he had just lost their first official argument.

"I said we're already in love" he begrudgingly muttered.

Gabriella was silent, her dark eyes widening. A grin slowly made its ways across her pretty face.

"Troy?"

Troy looked up nervously.

"I think that's the first time you've ever been right"

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Lucille glanced at the courtyard anxiously. Jack placed a hand on her knee.

"Don't worry, Lucy. Those two have come a long way. They're not going to give up now. Just let them decide this time" he reasoned reassuringly.

Lucille nodded. Maria sighed. She only wanted the best for her daughter. But she also wanted her to be happy. Greg chuckled.

"She's a Tian. She'll make the right decision" he grinned as he thought about Gabriella.

Maria was about to reply when Gabriella and Troy walked in, small smiles gracing their faces. She noticed their intertwined pinkies and fondly smiled. Troy and Gabriella looked at each other, as if they were the only ones that ever mattered.

Their parents almost looked away at the private, tender moment.

Troy stepped forward, biting back a grin. He winked at Gabriella, who was still getting the hang of breathing normally when he was flirting with her. They faced their parents as one.

"So where are we having the wedding?"

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