Pillow-side Notes.
Troy's eyes blinked open as the early morning sunlight drifted in through the windows. Raising his arms from underneath the sheets, he rubbed his eyes. He blinked once more, not being able to figure out his surroundings. Suddenly, he heard a small whimpering beside him and everything fell into place. His eyes wandered to her peaceful body, her chest rising and falling in her sleep.
She looked beautiful, and Troy loved to just watch her. He remembered all the times he would just watch her after making love when they were teenagers. He was quite content. He slipped further into the sheets, putting his arms loosely around Gabriella's small waist, pulling her closer to mix body heat. She wrinkled her nose at the sudden contact, turning around, eyes still closed, nestling further into him.
He sighed; Gabriella was who he lived for, and he knew it now. Ever since he'd left Albuquerque, heading for college, he'd known something was missing. He could feel it in his heart, the ache that he longed for the person who possessed it. And the owner, he realised now, was Gabriella.
He watched as she breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth, her heavenly chest rising and falling with her movements. Her glossy hair was in a tangled mess, with bits flung everywhere over the pillow, some even sticking to her forehead. But he didn't mind. In his eyes she still looked gorgeous.
His ears shot up like a fox when he heard a strange beeping noise. He looked around the room, trying to find the source of sound, but found none. Shaking his head, he turned back to facing Gabriella, placing a small innocent kiss on her ear, watching her smile in her sleep.
When his stomach grumbled, he sighed once more. Getting up and away from the woman he loved at God knows what time this morning was a not an option. If he had the choice he would lay in her arms forever, treasuring the feeling of having her near once more. But, when it grumbled again and shot an empty pain, he knew he'd need to feed it. Bringing once hand to flatten out his tussled hair, he turned over, his eyes closing in fear of waking his Sleeping Beauty up.
Untangling his arms from her body, he edged closer to the side of the bed, eager to get out without waking her. She whimpered again slightly when his heat was no longer there, and she absentmindedly brought the covers up to cover more of her body. Troy snuck out from under the sheets, breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed she was still sleeping wonderfully.
The cold morning air nipped his body, and he hopped, quietly, from foot to foot, trying to get warm. His eyes searched the room, a smirk appearing on his face, while trying to find his boxers. He knew they were somewhere here, they had to be. He laughed quietly when he remembered Gabriella flinging them across the room last night in the midst of their act of passion. His eyes connected with the boxers, lying awkwardly on her desk chair across the room. He collected then, slipping them on, then exited the room as silently as possible, trying to remember to route to the kitchen.
He hadn't, obviously, seen a lot of Gabriella's apartment the night before, but if he could have, he would have gasped. For a woman working as a… wait a minute, what did she work as? He hadn't found out. He rubbed his eyes, remembering to ask her later, before looking around her room again. She definitely had taste. And a room mate, he remembered. He guessed she hadn't returned home last night. Shaking his head, he turned many corners, waiting for a kitchen to come into his view. It took a long time.
He stepped onto the hard wood floors of her living room. It was full of beige furniture, and was painted a light cream colour. In the corner, hanging on the wall, was a television, and all around the room were shelves, filled either with books, CD's, or DVD's.
He hopped across the floor, the coldness nipping his feet, and when he turned again, he smiled. Finally. The kitchen.
He made his way to the kitchen, very tidy and spacious, metal worktops, and colourful utensils. Finding the fridge, he pulled it open, taking out a cartoon of orange juice and putting it on the worktop. After finding a glass, he emptied the contents into it and started to sip. The bitter taste of the citrus fruit woke him up instantly, enough to hear once more the beeping noise.
His ears followed the noise, searching the kitchen first, then moving to the living room. He gaped when he realised what it was.
"Crap!", he muttered.
Spinning around the room, his eyes finally landed on his trousers, the material laying on a place on her floor. Moving to it quickly, he lifted them up, searching the pockets, finding what he was looking for. He held up the gadget to his eyes, staring in disbelief.
It was work.
Urgent work.
His fingers dropped the trousers to the floor and started massaging his temples. This couldn't be happening. He wasn't supposed to have to go into work today, spending time with Gabriella was supposed to be the plan. But he couldn't wait around; he had to get there quick.
Gathering his clothes together, he flung them on in a frenzy. Running his hands through his hair, he searched the apartment for his jacket, finding it and slipping it on. Realising he couldn't leave without writing a note, his hands searched many drawers until they finally landed on some paper and a pen. Taking them to the table, he sat down quickly, putting the point to the page, expecting something to come out.
But nothing came.
He couldn't think of what to say. What did you say to the person you just slept with but needed to go even though you didn't want to? Over the next ten minutes the pen scribbled useless messages, some that didn't even make sense. In the end he finished with something simple, something that summed it up, and folded in half.
Making his way through the apartment, back to her bedroom, he opened the door, praying it wouldn't creak. Tiptoeing around the room, he went to her side of the bed, lifting some of her hair over to her head once more and leaving the note on the opposite pillow. He stared down at her, wondering that if things had been different, if they hadn't left each other for different colleges, would they would still be together. Sighing, he glanced at his watch, noticing he was already late. Not good. He gently kissed her forehead, watching her nose wrinkle in that cute way she had always possessed and sighing in contentment.
Leaving, was always the hardest bit. He exited the room like he had done minutes before, but without looking back. Fumbling with shaking hands the lock opened and he stepped out, hoping she wouldn't hear it. Hopping in the elevator, his eyes stared at the ground the whole way down. Only when he had left the entire building did he look up at her window, slightly thankful that she wasn't there. Hailing a cab, he slipped into the car and was hurtled off in the direction of his work, not once looking at the street.
It was only when he got to work he realised he had no way of contacting her.
Her feet swung gently over the water, her toes dipping occasionally into the river. She sighed contentedly, looking over the countryside of Albuquerque that summer day. The sun was up and shining, the birds chirping happily to one another. She sang a sweet song while she swung on the tyre swing, over the river.
Hearing crunching behind her, she turned around and smiled at the culprit. His caramel hair blended into his eyes, the ultramarine eyes that could melt any heart. His cheeky smile shone like the sun that day and he stepped closer to her.
When she swung back, he dragged the swing back, jumping on and swinging with her. The sixteen year olds smiled with joy as they swung their worries away, just enjoying the company of each other. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips connected with her neck. She giggled when he kissed her, his warm moist mouth touching her skin.
"Have I told you lately… how much I love you?" he muttered while he worshipped her skin, layering it with kisses. She laughed at his comment.
"A couple of hundred times." She smiled.
"I just want you to remember that I do."
She turned her head to his and kissed him full on the mouth, "I know you do."
She turned back around and they just sat there, enjoying each other's company and letting thoughts grace their minds. They sat in silence for a little while, until Gabriella broke it.
"Troy?"
He nuzzled into her neck, "Mhmmm?", was his reply.
"Do you think we'll be like this in ten years time?"
His face shot up and their eyes connected. "Of course we will. There's nothing to stop us. I love you too much to let you go. I'll always be here."
She smiled as their lips connected once more, all her worries about their relationship slowly fading.
Gabriella's eyes started to stir from her dream. They blinked rapidly then fluttered open. She took in her surroundings, her curtains bringing the sunlight in through the window since they were still open. Putting her hands below her head, she sighed watching the sun come up fully from her window.
From outside she could hear the early morning New York traffic. People were just waking up now, just like her, and it always amazed her to think of all the people who had to get up at outrageous hours in the morning. She was lucky she didn't.
She watched as a pigeon landed on her window, slowly chirping in an annoying way that Gabriella found strangely relaxing. Digging her head further into her pillow, she watched it still, as it poked its head into the window, its beak connecting with the hard glass surface. She laughed quietly when it flew away.
Arching her back and flinging her arms across the length of the bed, she flung herself back onto the pillows. Turning over, her nose hit something small and prickly and it forced her to open her eyes. Her nose wrinkled in confusion when she saw the note.
"What's this?" she muttered to herself.
Lifting the piece of paper from the pillow and opening it, she read the message, which seemed to be scrawled quickly.
Gabriella,
I love you,
Troy x
It suddenly all clicked. She searched the room, looking for the body that had tantalized hers last night, but found none. Her heart beat fast than before, and she sprang out of bed, feeling not so sleepy anymore. Grabbing her dressing gown, she wrapped her naked body up from the cold, before venturing out into the rest of her apartment. Inside her, she hoped he would be wandering around her house, but she had a gut wrenching feeling he wouldn't be. The letter grasped in her trembling hands she opened the door.
"Troy?" she called out.
But it only echoed against the walls. She fell back against the door, sighing in pain and hurt. A small tear dripped down her face as she realised her nightmare had come true.
He was gone.
Ooooh. What did you all think of that. I actually really liked that chatper, not because of the plot, but writing it seemed to come easy. Please review and tell me what you think. I bet you all hate me for doing that, but the main theme in this story is Gabriella searching for Troy, so it was necessary! Please don't hate me.
Anyways, I have a few oneshot ideas. I've actually written five, as part of my english exam practice, and I don't need them for school anymore so thought I'd use them. Below are the names of them, so please, when you review, tell me which you'd like to see :)
Speak.
Different.
The Invisible, Lonely Girl.
Or one written for the characters in The Notebook, Never Forgotten.
It's up to you! Most are Troyella, but there is also one about Gabriella & Sharpay friendship. Tell me which one you'd like, and I'll get it up soon. Meanwhile, I'm going to keep juggling We Love Pretending and this story. The next chapter will be up soonish, when I'm ready.
Review! -HSMisLurve.