The ride to the hospital was agonizing. Questions rang through everyones mind as they sat in Sharpay's car, hearing nothing but the traffic outside. Gabriella stayed silent, not wanting to cry in front of her friends, while chewing on her nails. The anxiety of arriving to the hospital was killing her inside. She sighed as Sharpay turned down the music, parking the car in the parking lot. She gripped the door handle, walking off with the others behind her.

"Dude, poor Gabs." Zeke said, softly, sympathy washing over his voice. He wrapped an arm around Sharpay's waist, pulling her closer to him, nuzzling his face into her watermelon scented shampoo. He smiled as Sharpay turned her head, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

Taylor rolled her eyes, swinging her and Chad's link hands, shaking her head. "We're at a freakin' hospital and they can't even keep from seducing each other. Real nice." she muttered, turning away quickly as Sharpay broke away from Zeke, glaring at her. She slid her hair back as they walked into the dull hospital. "Hi, we'd like to know where Christopher Montez is." she said, smiling politely.

Troy tucked his hands into his jean pockets, looking around the hospital. He hated hospitals. He'd never get what was so special about them, minus the fact that they save people's lives each day. The smell, the dullness where anyone hardly smiled, the loud beeps, alarms and such that rang through the fairly large building and the image from three years ago when he watched his uncle die in his bed, after a head injury in a car accident. He patted Zeke on the back as the other four stood in front of him. "I'm, uh, gonna go walk around." he shrugged, in a low voice.

"Aren't you gonna come with us to go see Gabriella's dad?" Zeke asked, confused as his eyebrows furrowed, staring at his dazed friend. He widened his eyes at Troy as Sharpay gripped his arm, signaling to walk toward the elevator. "Well?"

Troy shook his head, moving his hands to rest in his hoodies pockets. "I'm good. I'll see him later. I just need some time, right now." He smiled, weakly, before making his way toward the exit doors. He heard his name called by Chad, but simply ignored it as he sat on the nearby bench, letting out a sigh. He rested his head in his hands, feeling a sudden urge of regret of what just happened between him and Gabriella as bad and unoriginal it sounds. He was hoping that afterwards, he would be able to talk to her about it and what the possibilities of then getting back together, but he knew after this there was no way in hell. He lifted up his face, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Evans, rushing into the hospital. He pulled his beanie down, lifting his up and beginning to walk the other way.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Gabriella asked, fighting the urge to cry as she watched her father laying in his hospital bed with a large amount of IV's, tubes, etc. coming in and out of his body. She let out a sob as he opened his arms, smiling tiredly at her. "I'm so sorry." she cried, hugging him tightly.

Christopher shook his head, watching as Sonia walk quietly out of the room, leaving to two alone. "Sweetie, it's okay. I'm okay. There's not need to be sorry."

"Mom, called three hours ago. I should've been here through everything, instead I was just hanging out." Gabriella sniffled, pulling away from him and not wanting to tell him where she was really at, doing what. She pulled on the hoodie, Sharpay gave her to wear, sighing. "I'm glad, you're okay." she whispered, looking at him, sadly.

"Thanks, honey." Christopher replied, soothingly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, resting his head against her's feeling the doubts that he was just talking about with his wife and the Bolton's, all run through him. He swallowed feeling tears glaze over his eyes. "It'll be okay, Gabs."

Jack glanced toward his son, who was sitting against the the hospital's pyshical care center, with a cigarette in hand. He sighed, walking over toward the blue eyed boy, sitting next to him. "Hey." he said, seeing Troy look up. He grabbed the cigarette out of Troy's hand, shaking his head. "Since when do you smoke, kid?" he asked, squashing the white object into the floor.

Troy shrugged. "While ago." he answered, sliding his hands into his hoodie's pockets. He leaned his head against the wall, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk, son." Jack replied, in a low voice. He paused for a moment, seeing Troy look at him, anxiously. "The weddings off."

Troy's eyes went wide as he looked at his father, brows furrowed. "Huh? What do you mean, the wedding's off?" he asked, shaking his head. "My wedding? Mine and Gabriella's wedding?"

Jack looked down, disappointment running through him. "After Chris got out of surgery and you kids still weren't here yet, we all had a long discussion. We all agreed that maybe you two getting married, isn't such a good idea. We also hated seeing you guys so miserable when it came to the topic of the wedding. You guy's didn't want it. You guy's never wanted it. I think it's safe to say that us four adults, were so caught up in making sure that you and Gabriella had a stable future more so financially, than happily. I'm so sorry, kiddo."

"So, you mean to tell me that after all these weeks that both Gabriella and I had to go through, you all just suddenly decide that hey, maybe it isn't a good idea. Are you fucking kidding me?" Troy shouted, standing up. He cut his father off seeing the man begin to open his mouth to reply. "Am I supposed to thank you, right now? You guys put me and Gabriella through hell all these weeks."

"Troy, I know you're mad, but let it sink in and you will be thanking us." Jack replied, holding his hands out in defense.

Troy rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Go to hell, dad." he muttered, pushing past him and walking away.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. He leaned his weight back against the wall, looking down, sadly.

Gabriella wiped her tears, lifting her head up from Sharpay's shoulder as the two sat in the brunette's living room watching A Walk To Remember. "Oh God. I want love like Jamie and Landon." she sniffled, grabbing the box of tissues.

Sharpay let out a small sob, watching as her friend turned off the DVD player, while blowing into her tissue. She pulled her blonde and curly hair into a ponytail, shaking her head. "Shut it, Gabs. You have Troy. I just have some guy that likes to bake and shit, he's metrosexual for God's sake."

"I tried calling Troy earlier, but he didn't answer. Did he even come to the hospital earlier?" Gabriella asked, staring at her phone that still had yet to vibrate or ring. She rolled her eyes as nodded, wiping her face with her pink "Blonde's have more fun shirt". "Oh, well." she murmured, pulling the black silk blanket from the couch over her body. She grabbed her phone, flipping it open as it began to vibrate, hoping it would be Troy. She sighed as it was just one of those stupid chain messages, telling you if you don't send it to ten people in seven minutes you'll die. She hated the things and never believed them.

"Why do you need to talk to him?" Sharpay questioned, popping a Dorito into her mouth as she narrowed her eyes at her friend.

Gabriella shrugged. "I haven't spoken to him." she answered, sadly. "We just got back together. I mean, you'd think that he'd be here with me, right now."

"He's probably on his way over, Gabs. Everything's okay. Notice how the eight hundredth relationship between you guys just started and you're already stressing out. It isn't good."

"I know, I know. I just want this one to last and be perfect, that I can't help but get a little paranoid, you know?"

Sharpay rolled her eyes, nodding. "I suppose. I just don't want you to get so paranoid that you drive Troy away. I know, that you're thinking that he's out with some chick, right now, when for all we know, he could be at home knitting."

Gabriella glared at the blonde, snarling. "I wasn't thinking he was with a chick, so thank you for putting that into my head, now." she spat, grabbing her phone and dialing Troy's cell number quickly. She sat there for a moment, staring at Sharpay who was smiling innocently at her. She gasped, stuttering against her words as she heard her boyfriend's soothing and low voice answer the phone. "Hey, Tr.. Troy."

"Hey." Troy said, softly, tracing his finger along his steering wheel as he sat in his car that was parked outside the hospital. He glanced toward Mr. Montez' room, seeing the light reflection.

Gabriella rested the phone on her chest, sighing. "Thank god." she whispered, before putting the phone back to her ear and clearing her throat. "Um, where are you?" she asked.

Troy didn't want her to know about his where abouts, thinking of an excuse quickly. "At the mall." he replied, quickly, stepping out of his car and pressing the lock button on his key chain. He slipped it into his back pocket, cutting off Gabriella as she began to speak. "Listen, Gabs, it's really loud in here. I'll call you later?"

"Uh, sure." Gabriella said, hesitantly, shaking her head toward Sharpay.

"Alright." Troy mumbled into the phone, shutting it, before she could reply. He stepped through the hospital doors, taking a soothing breath in.

Gabriella shut her phone, seeing Sharpay's sympathetic eyes. "A joke, once again." she whispered, sitting up and stomping up toward her bedroom, leaving an uncomfortable Sharpay.

Sharpay let out a nervous laugh, clapping her hands as she stood up. "I'll clean up." she said, loudly. "Then, uh, go home.. I guess."

Troy gripped Christopher's hospital rooms door knob, stepping into the room. He smiled softly, seeing the middle aged man, look away from his Sports Illustrated magazine, chuckling.

"Troy Bolton. I would've never thought. Come in."

"Uh, hey." Troy murmured, glancing toward the man's young red headed nurse, who was sitting at the small desk to the side of the room, writing on the clipboard. "I just came to talk to you about the, um, wedding?"

Christopher snapped his fingers, getting the nurses attention. "Can you come back in a couple minutes, please?" he asked, grinning. "Personal matter."

The nurse, stood up, nodding. "Sure. Just page the front office if you need anything." she said, shutting the door behind her leave the two guys in an awkward silence.

"I'm guessing you heard that it's off. The wedding." Christopher muttered, running his finger along the IV in his arm. He sighed as Troy nodded, tucking his hands into his jeans pockets. "What did your dad tell you?"

"That you guys decided that maybe it wasn't the best idea, after all." Troy answered, sitting on the small couch in the white and bland room that was sugared up with flowers and cards all around.

Christopher shook his head. "Gabriella's my little girl, Troy. Without her I don't know, what'd I'd do. I thank the heavens above each day that she turned out the way she did. Earlier this year, I began to think about her leaving me to go to college in California. I've never been that far away from her and it scared me that she was going.

I began to think of ways, where I could have some type of watchful eye on her, minus simple phone calls. So, I came up with the idea of marriage, thinking maybe if she was married she wouldn't be out there doing things that I can't even imagine without cringing. You, were the boy that she used to always talk about, so I thought 'Hey, he'd be a good pick.' I called your parents and we all had a somewhat meeting together."

Troy shook his head. "So, why is the wedding called off?" he asked, confused.

Christopher shrugged. "You guys aren't ready. Turns out, us parents are ready. You get the point." he said, feeling his eyes grow heavy. He readjusted them, smiling at Troy. "You remind me alot of me when I was your age. Not having a care in the world, ladies man, thinking the world revolved around you. I've heard alot about yours and Gabriella's relationship. News spreads fast around here."

"I never meant to put Gabriella through all the heartbreak, I did, Mr. Montez." Troy explained.

Christopher chuckled. "No need to tell, Troy. You might think that I so badly wanted to kick your ass, which I first did when I heard, but then I remembered me and Sonia back in the days. Man, oh, man. I'm surprised that she gave me all the chances that she throughout our marriage. I was bad to her, kid. Cheating, drugs and alcohol and everything. It breaks my heart just to think about. When she told me that she was pregnant with Gabriella, it's as though this light bulb went off in my head. I had to be there for her. Grow up. Be a man, you know? I checked myself in rehab for my drugs and alcohol, and never even looked at a woman other than her."

Troy nodded, slightly shocked at all this as it was always made as though Sonia and Christopher had the perfect relationship slash marriage from the beginning. "I'm scared that I'll never be able to be the best to Gabriella. Sometimes, I feel like she belongs to someone who is never going to screw up and always treat her right. I try to be the best to her, but then I say or do something that pushes her over the edge."

"No relationship is perfect, Troy. If you really love someone, though, then you stick it out. Work at it. How do you think Sonia and I got to where we are now. It takes time. You and Gabriella are still young and have time. Take it day by day and tell her how much you love her each day."

Troy smiled, standing up. "Thanks Mr. Montez. This means alot."

Christopher chuckled. "I do what I can." He cleared his throat as Troy began to walk to the door. "And Troy?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember what I said, alright?"

Troy nodded. "I will. I promise."

Gabriella muted her the TV in her bedroom, hearing the doorbell from the downstairs. She made a confused face, walking out of her bedroom and jogging down the stairs. She stood on the tip of her toes, rolling her eyes as Troy came into view. She unlocked the door, opening it seeing Troy look up from the ground. "What are you doing here?" she asked, with bitterness rolling of her tongue.

Troy looked her up and down, ignoring her grimace toward him. He licked his lips, seeing only a pair of black pyjama terry cloth short shorts and a simple red cami covering her tan body. This was and would always be his favorite outfits of hers. He looked up at her, connecting his blue eyes to her deep brown ones, feeling a sudden urge to kiss her. He wanted to show her how sorry he was for everything. There was never an official apology from him, only the rounds of earlier. He felt a shiver run up his spine as he thought of how good it felt to have his body pressed against hers in their frenzy of love making.

He stepped forward, pushing her back gently and kicking the door shut behind him. He cupped his hand around her cheek, slowly moving his lips toward hers. "I'm here to show how sorry I am. For everything." he whispered, against her lips, feeling his body grow hot in anticipation and arousal.

Gabriella stared at his lips, thinking how soft and luscious they looked. She so badly wanted to push him away and explain that this was it. No more playing games. No more surprises coming out from left field. It was them. Forever. She pressed her lips against his, feeling her world spin around her as he only mattered to her, at the moment. She broke apart from him, regretfully after a moment. "Forgiven. For everything."

"Smile for me, Gabs." Sonia said, pinching her daughters cheeks as they stood in front of their new neighbor's home. She smiled as twelve year-old Gabriella grinned forcefully. "That's my girl."

Gabriella gripped her father's hand, looking up at him, worriedly. "Daddy, I miss Demi. I can't believe that they took her house. It's not fair." she whined, in her small, girly voice as she was dressed in a pink sundress with her favorite brown cowgirl boots. Her waist length curls, straightened for the meeting.

Christopher leaned down, ruffling her hair. "It's alright, pumpkin. The Bolton's have a kid your age, only a few months older."

"Is it a girl or boy?" Gabriella asked, curiously.

"Boy. Now, may someone please knock on the door?" Sonia questioned, impatiently, stomping her black heel.

Christopher lifted his body up, rang the doorbell, soon hearing shuffling from the other side of the door. He smiled as a middle thirty's aged couple answered, the door, smiling.

Gabriella tightened her grip on her father's hand, glancing into the home she knew all to well. It looked nicer than before. Alot nicer, actually. She shyly smiled as her father gently pushed her in front of him, introducing her. "Hi." she said, softly.

Sonia chuckled. "She's a little shy."

Bethany nodded, smiling as she waved toward Gabriella. "Why, hello, there. I'm Mrs. Bolton, but call me Bethany, sweetie. And this is," she said, rubbing Jack's shoulder soothingly, "Mr. Bolton, but again, you could call him Jack."

Gabriella noticed how beautiful and gracious Bethany was. She looked like one of those cookie cutter moms, but with a pinch of fireceness dressed in a red curve fitting dress that touched the bottom of her knee and black pumps. She felt her father rest his hand on her back, guiding her into the home. She eyes widened in awe as she looked around, questioning if this really was her best friend Demi's old house.

"Oh, Sonia and Chris, you two can go sit down." Bethany smiled, nudging Jack. "Go give them a small tour, honey." She held her hand out for Gabriella to take. "Come on, sweetie. The kids are having a little get together outside."

Gabriella nervously took hold of Bethany's hand, looking around the house as Bethany walked her outside. Her mouth dropped as she saw her three friends Sharpay, Taylor and Kelsi jumping on the trampoline with Chad and Zeke, two boys who had just moved from southern California to Albuquerque about a month earlier and then there was-

"Troy!" Bethany yelled, waving her hand toward the medium height blue eyed and light brown haired boy.

Gabriella smiled softly as Sharpay, Taylor and Kelsi waved enthusiastically at her, sliding off the trampoline, making their dresses hike up. She looked up at Troy, who stood in front of her and Bethany, eyeing her.

"Troy, sweetie, this is Gabriella. Gabriella this is Troy."

Troy held out his hand, smiling at Gabriella, showing off his braces. "Hey."

"Hi." Gabriella felt him take her hand into his, embarrassed as she began to giggle loudly, seeing her friends point to her and Troy, teasingly. If only either knew that, that was just the beginning...

"So, no more wedding?" Gabriella asked, softly as her and Troy sat in her bed, only a simple lavender sheet, covering their naked bodies. She sighed as Troy simply nodded. "I see."

Troy turned to her, seeing the confusion in her eyes as he had just finished explaining why the wedding was called off. He stared at her for a moment, reminding himself of how much he loved how she looked after love making. Her hair was extra curly, her cheeks flushed, her lips were red and bruised and much of her bare body was seen through the simple sheet. "Are you, uh, upset?" he asked.

Gabriella chewed on her bottom lip, shrugging. "Part of me is mad that after all of these dreadful weeks, it turns out it was all for it nothing. The other part, though, is ecstatic. I mean, I don't have to be eighteen and already married. I can move in with my friends, now, I don't have to worry about being a good house wife or anything. No more worries." she said, a small smile playing across her lips. She looked into his blue eyes seeing the happiness glaring out of them. She pressed her lips against his, smiling into the kiss. She broke apart, giggling madly. "Do you know what this means, Troy Bolton?"

"What Gabriella Montez?" Troy asked, mockingly, running the tip of his fingers along her back.

"We don't have to get married, anymore. Oh my god, can you believe it?" she shouted, squealing and beginning to clap her hands wildly. She rolled out of the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and slipping them on, ignoring Troy's observing stares. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, grabbing her cellphone and dialing the number she knew all too well.

Troy rolled his eyes. "Sharpay." he whispered.

"Sharpay fucking Evans, guess what?" Gabriella squealed into the phone, walking into her bathroom.

Troy grinned, silently praising himself. He threw the covers off him, grabbing his boxers and jeans, before sliding them on. He followed Gabriella into the bathroom, to hear her talking quickly into the phone. He always wondered how girls were able to talk so fast with no interruptions and still be heard clearly. He walked from behind her, sliding his arms around her waist, moving her ponytail to rest on the opposite shoulder.

Gabriella bit her lip, trying not to make a noise as Troy began to nip at her neck, ignoring the fact that she was on the phone. "Mhm." she muttered, into the phone, attempting to elbow Troy in the stomach. She turned around, glaring at him. "Stop." she hissed, resting a hand over the speaker.

Troy smirked, shaking his head while resting his head in the crook of her neck and nipping once again at her neck.

Gabriella sighed in pleasure, hearing Sharpay pause on the phone.

"You're having sex while I'm talking to you, aren't you?" Sharpay shouted into the phone. She clicked her tongue, waiting for an occupied Gabriella to reply. "Hello?"

"Mm, Shar, I gotta go." Gabriella panted into the phone, shutting it and throwing it to the side. She lifted Troy's face to hers, crashing her lips onto his.

Troy pulled abruptly from her, arching a brow. "You can't resist me, can you?" he asked, a sense of arrogance in his voice.

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me." she muttered, grinning into the kiss as he, as always, obeyed.

A/N: I am super sorry for the wait. I've started school and it's already catching up to me, which sucks. Thanks so much for the reviews though. They're love. I will be skipping a while in the next chapter. This story isn't going to be that long, so sorry about that, also if you expected this story to be thirty chapters and so on. I'm working on a one shot, so look out for that. And that's about it. Please bear with me, guys. School has and always will be a pain in the ass, but I promise this story is my number one priority so I'll always be working on it. Thanks so much and please review. 3