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This chapter is named Apologies by Dropping Daylight. Mainly because there is a fight in it. Don't worry, it's a silly/funny fight!
"I liked the second house, Brie," Troy repeated. If he says it one more time, I will kill him.
My mom took us today to see five houses that had almost everything on our list. I'm realistic, I know I might have to live without the slightly spiral staircase, or a big closet, or something else from our list, but none of these houses just felt right. "You liked the second one because there was the biggest garage I have ever seen, a mirror on the ceiling of the master bedroom, and a stripper pole in the basement," I reminded him, rolling my eyes.
Troy smirked. "Those were just pluses," he insisted. "It also had a nice sized backyard, six bedrooms, and a jacuzzi," he told me.
"It has all those things because it was a raided crack house, I don't want my children living in a raided crack house," I stated. "Get over it, I refuse to live in that house," I informed him.
"You want the fourth house that had the huge walk in closet," he replied, putting the second house's picture in the no pile which already included the fifth house that did not have a balcony. It said it did, but when you went to the master bedroom, it was really a sliding glass door with a railing pressed against the house. All you could do was, like, open the door and stand there.
I shook my head. "The closet was nice, but it only had four bedrooms, which wouldn't be so bad, the all bedrooms where the size of a small jail cell," I commented. "And, there were only three windows in the whole house. You know how much we would spend on the electric bell?" I questioned.
Troy put all the pictures in the no pile. "Baby, I want the perfect house as much as you do, but unless we build it, we probably won't get the perfect house," he told me.
I leaned back on the couch. "I know, I'm not retarded, but I at least want the house to feel right. All these ones are giving me bad vibes," I sighed as he leaned back with me.
"Oh, and since when are you a vibey person?" he asked, patting my thigh.
I shrugged. "I don't know, they just didn't feel like home, you know?" I questioned him. "This," I gestured around the apartment. "This feels like home, it did before I even moved in," I admitted.
"We can't raise five kids in a one bedroom apartment, Brie," he responded.
"I know, but when we walk into a house, and it gives off that homey feel, that will be the one," I assured him. "My mom said she had three more houses to show us on Thursday, we'll talk more about it after we see them," I stated.
"Did you talk to your dad about talking to your mom?" he asked, grabbing the remote to turn on the t.v.
I groaned, and leaned it on his shoulder. "Yeah, but he said he didn't want to tell her until him and Lucy were really serious," I told him. "But that just puts us in the middle, kinda, because we're the only ones that know about it, and I feel like she should know. Lucy is one of her good friends, and this whole relationship is totally against the girl code," I went on.
"Girl code?" Troy wondered, glancing at me quickly.
I nodded. "The girl code. You can't date, sleep with, or take sides with your friend's ex boyfriend or husband, especially if you are good friends with the girl," I answered. "There isn't a guy code?" I questioned.
Troy shrugged. "The guy code basically consists of asking the friend if he would mind if you fucked his ex. Usually, it's not a problem. But, if you really liked the person, or were in love with said ex, and you say no, he can't do anything about it unless he wants to get in a fist fight with you," he informed me. "And, even then, after the fight, you're cool with the guy again," he added.
"Boys, you know, you fight for five seconds, then everything is okay again," I mumbled. "Girls, we hold grudges forever. We talk behind each others back, start rumors, alienate, get in screaming matches, and on certain occasions, a bitch fight, then we might make up," I listed off.
"Tell me about it, I am so glad I am a guy," Troy muttered, watching some car chase on Cops. "Didn't you have that thing with Taylor and Sharpay today?" he asked.
"Not anymore," I answered, burying my head into the crook of his neck.
He picked up my legs, and put them in his lap. "Why?" he questioned.
"Because, Sharpay and I are in a fight," I told him, biting my lip.
"Okay, I'm sick of asking questions, tell me what happened," he replied, and I felt his fingers in my hair.
I shook my head. "It's nothing, just Sharpay being jealous, and very Sharpay," I insisted, frowning. I don't like fighting with my friends.
"Let me guess, this has to do with Chad and Taylor's wedding, right?" he guessed right. I nodded. "So, that means Sharpay is frustrated that you're married, Taylor is engaged, and she's had Zeke's baby, but he won't even propose to her. And, somehow this ties into the three of you, including Chad and Taylor's mom's planning the wedding," he summed up.
"Man, you're good," I mentioned, kissing his neck. "It's just that Taylor and Sharpay's tastes are very different. Sharpay wants extravagant, and big, while Taylor wants simple and small, like I did. So, Taylor has been asking me more than Sharpay about my opinion on the wedding, and it's pissing Sharpay off because she's in the wedding, and I'm not," I told him. "And, with my wedding, you sat me, my sister's, my mother, and Sharpay down and yelled at us all because I had a panic attack, so Sharpay got the message to help, not take over," I went on. "She hasn't gotten the message with Tayor's wedding yet. They went to do some more planning today, and I decided not to go to make things easier for Taylor."
Troy turned the channel to Titanic, which was on t.v. right now, and lied down, pulling me with him. I was partly on his chest, with my head over his heart. "I'm sorry, I know you hate fighting with Sharpay or Taylor because you've known them for so long," he said in my ear as he gently ran his fingers through my hair.
"It's not your fault," I stated the obvious. "She's just pissed because Zeke hasn't mentioned anything about proposing to her at all, and her closest friends are either married, or engaged," I told him. I tilted my head up at him, and he kissed my forehead. "Do you know why Zeke hasn't proposed?" I questioned.
He hesitated for a second. He knows something. "Okay, another part of the guy code is you can't tell your girl something one of your boy's told you in private," he responded.
I squinted my eyes at him, and got up to straddle him. It's much easier to try and get things out of him that way. I have a certain advantage. "Troy Bolton, what do you know?" I demanded, my hands on his chest.
"I can't tell you anything," he replied, sitting up, and moved to lean against the arm of the couch, bringing me with him.
"Troy," I whined, my hands sliding down his chest slowly. "Please tell me, I won't tell her straight out the reason, I swear," I promised, my hands reaching the bottom of his chest, and slid down past the top of his jeans. My finger pressed against the zipper, making him jump a little. My hands settled at the tops of his thighs, my thumbs slipping down in between. "It will make being around her easier because she'll know why," I told him, squeezing lightly, and pushed my thumbs up toward his crotch.
His head fell back. "You so don't play fair," he said in a moan, running his hands through his hair.
"Please," I begged in a low voice, letting him breath again by moving my hands. I pulled at his shirt, and he let me tug it over his head. "Come on," I urged, and started kissing at the base of his neck while my hands raked down his chest. "I'll make it worth your while," I whispered into his ear before I nipped at it with my teeth.
He cleared his throat. "Y-yeah?" he stuttered out. I love when I am seducing him. I don't do it nearly enough. It's usually the other way around.
I pulled away from his neck, and sat up straight. I nodded, and took off my black wife beater, leaving me in black stylish, comfy pants, and a lacy bra. "Yeah," I confirmed.
He didn't say anything else, just held me by the waist with my chest pressed against his, and kissed me. I smiled, kissing him back, and kissed him the way I knew he loved. I did something he really loves with my tongue, making him moan. While we kissed, my hands moved down to his pants, and unbuttoned them. I pulled away, leaving him panting, and rested my forehead against his. "So? Make your decision," I told him.
I started to undo his zipper. "If I don't tell you?" he asked, and I stopped mid zip. I leaned away, and reached for my top. He took it out of my hands, and threw it across the room. "Dammit, fine, you win," he declared, making me smile. "I so owe Zeke after this," he muttered to himself.
"Tell me now, then you get the sex," I told him.
He sighed. "Zeke is waiting so he can be good enough," he answered the question.
"What do you mean good enough?" I questioned.
He wrapped his arms around my waist again. "Sharpay is used to the finer things in life, and Zeke wants to give that to her. He is waiting until he can give her that lifestyle because he wants it for her, and his son. He has this plan that he hasn't told her about yet. He is opening this fancy restaurant soon, and you know Zeke and his cooking, he's destined to go straight to the top, you know?" he explained. "He wants it to be, like, a five star restaurant, and once business is all going well, and he can give her everything she deserves in his mind, he's going to ask her," he finished.
"He thinks he isn't good enough, that's not-"
"Brie, I told you, we can talk about this later, I need you now," he interrupted me.
"We can have sex later, I need to-" I stopped when I saw his face. I smiled and kissed him. "Kidding, kidding," I mumbled against his lips, and continued to take his pants off. "Phone," I murmured about two hours later as we lay on the couch, a blanket over our bare bodies, and watched Titanic. Or, at least, the end of Titanic. We missed all the good parts while we were... oh, well. I own the movie on DVD. Hello, it's a classic.
Troy smiled down at me. "Thanks, babe, I didn't realize," he teased, reaching over his head for the phone. "Myello," he answered it tiredly. We're not sleepy tired, just after sex tired, you know? "Hey, man," he greeted a friend. "Who all is going?" he asked the person, sitting up a little, and I adjusted my head on his chest. "I'll ask her. Brie, you wanna go out tonight?" he questioned me.
I looked up. "Where?" I asked, kissing his chest lightly.
"The club," he told me.
"It's Tuesday," I reminded him. Clubs are usually a weekend thing.
Troy smiled, and pushed hair out of my eyes. "Yeah, I know, but none of us work tomorrow morning, and there is some drink special, and a new DJ," he informed me.
"Okay," I agreed, pulling the blanket up over my chest.
"Sharpay is gonna be there," he told me, cupping my cheek.
I shrugged. "So? We might make up tonight, we might fight tonight, who knows? I'm not going to let her ruin my time. It's not like this is the first time we've fought-"
"Yeah, we'll go," Troy cut me off, and spoke in to the phone again. "Yeah, nine thirty is good. Uh-huh, bye," he said before hanging up.
"Nine thirty, babe, it's seven thirty now," I told him.
He nodded. "Yeah," he confirmed.
"Well, I have to get ready now, I mean-"
Troy kissed me. "You'll be fine. Are you gonna wear something extra sexy tonight?" he asked, kissing me again.
I smiled into the kiss. "Do you want me to?" I responded, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.
"Yep," he assured me.
"Then," I started, getting up off the couch, and brought the blanket with me, leaving Troy exposed. "I'll think about it during my nice, warm, solo shower," I told him. I grabbed his boxers off the coffee table. "Put these on before we become late," I muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
Just as the blanket was securely around me, and Troy's boxers were on, Tommy came striding in. "You won't believe what Tan-" he stopped. "Dammit," he swore, putting his hands on his hips.
I blushed because the only thing covering me was a thin blanket. "Oh, God," I said, embarrassed.
"Hey," Troy greeted, standing up, smirking.
"If I would have just came five minutes earlier," Tommy whined, grumpily.
"I'm confused," I stated, standing behind Troy, wanting nothing more to run into the bedroom, but was also curious.
I heard Troy's chuckle. "Tommy and I have a running bet to see how long it will take him to see you naked," he confessed. I gasped, and pinched his ass. "Ow! Brie!" Troy exclaimed.
"What the hell kind of bet is that?" I questioned, stepping out from behind him, and heard Tommy's quiet laughter. "I'm your wife! Do you really want him to see me naked?" I asked.
"No," he answered. "I said more than a year, and he said less than a year. When I win, I'll get two hundred bucks," he admitted.
I glared at him, anger flaring within me. "You want him to see me naked?" I asked, my face hardening.
Troy instantly shook his head. "No," he insisted. "But, we do have sex a lot, like now, and if he did walk in five minutes before-" I interrupted him by slapping him. It wasn't full force, of course. I wouldn't do that to him unless he did something really mean. It probably didn't even hurt that much, but it might be red for about ten minutes. "Brie!" he exclaimed, shocked. "What the hell was the for?" he demanded, holding his cheek.
"For betting your best friend he would see me naked, eventually!" I answered, and could still hear Tommy's laughter. So, I walked over to him, and slapped him, too. It was harder than Troy's truthfully. "And, that was for thinking you wouldn't get slapped," I informed him, and stomped off.
I was pissed. He bet Tommy that Tommy would see me naked? Truthfully, we do have sex a lot, and in kinky places, but you shouldn't want your best friend to see your wife naked. I ignored him after my shower when I walked out in my robe, and went to the closet. He tried to talk to me, but after he realized I was childishly giving him the silent treatment, he went into the shower himself. I did my hair while he was in the shower, along with my make up, which I did lightly. My hair was in flowing, soft curls, and I picked out a dress that Troy would be drooling to see me in, just for punishment. Once he was out of his shower, I shoved him out of the bathroom, and went in, locking the door behind me.
I put on the dress, which is a gold, sparkly halter dress that would make Sharpay proud. It might help up make up, you never know. It showed off my, ah, assets, and went mid-thigh. It hugged my body, and looked great on me, if I can say so myself. I was just wondering what time it was when Troy banged on the door. "Gabriella, it's almost nine, and it takes twenty minutes to get there," he called in.
Oh, I hate how he can read my mind sometimes like that. I opened the door, and brushed past him on the way out. It wasn't hard, he looked like a deer in headlights. I put on my gold heels that wrapped up my foot, and around my ankles. I stood, and ran my hand down the front of my mini dress to straighten out. "I'm ready," I stated, grabbing my clutch purse before walking out the bedroom door.
"Brie, come on, you can't be that mad," he said, walking after me, turning off lights as he did.
"Did you feed Minnie?" I asked, walking out the front door.
I didn't stop walking to wait for the answer. He locked the door behind him as I waiting for the elevator. "Yeah," he answered when he made it to me. I nodded, but didn't say anything verbally. "Baby, come on, it's a stupid bet," he told me, following me into the elevator. "I should be mad at you, you slapped me!" he reminded me.
I turned to him, and glared. "Oh, it didn't hurt," I replied, crossing my arms. "You bet your best friend he would see me naked!" I told him as the elevator opened, and Taylor and Chad walked in. I pulled Taylor to stand in between us.
"It's just bet, Gabriella," Troy said over Taylor's head. "One that I am winning," he mentioned.
"Well, maybe I'll make you lose just to piss you off," I responded, my glare still fixed on him.
"Oh, you really want Tommy to see you naked?" he questioned, confusing Taylor and Chad even more than they already looked.
Before they could say anything, the elevator opened, and Tommy was there, smiling. I groaned. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Chad wondered, looking around at all of us.
"Dumbass and Dickweed over there, bet on when Tommy would see me naked. More than a year, or less than a year," I informed him, not moving.
"Am I Dumbass or Dickweed?" Troy asked, crossing his arms.
"Which ever one you feel suits you best," I replied, walking out when we finally reached the lobby.
Taylor fell into step with me. "You okay?" she questioned, patting my back.
"Am I over reacting?" I responded, looking over at her. She opened her mouth to answer. "Maybe I am, I don't know, but I just, I feel pissed," I went on. "Just the fact that Tommy wants to see me naked is weird. And, then there is Troy, who thinks Tommy will see me naked, that pisses me off," I told her. "I'm his wife, shouldn't he not want that?"
"Chad, you're driving with Dumbass and Dickweed," she called over to him as we stopped at her car. "Nice nicknames by the way," she commented to me. I smiled slightly. "Gabi is in some serious need of girl talk. We'll follow you there," she shouted to him, and unlocked the car to let me in. Taylor got in after me, and started the car. "I don't know if you are overreacting," she started out as she pulled out of the parking lot behind Troy's car. "It is a stupid bet, though, it's not like he bet him he would have sex with you," she said, and I nodded. Ewe, sex with Tommy? Insert shudder here. "And, it is a very guy thing to do, something Troy doesn't really do very often," she added.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She smiled. "You have Troy completely whipped, something I have yet to master over Chad, and we've been together longer," she told me. "Troy isn't as immature as the other guys we hang out with, he doesn't act like a total dick for laughs, he doesn't get slobbering drunk every time we go out, he doesn't treat you like a piece of meat, and because of this, you expect more out of him," she explained.
"That's because I know he's better, well, not better, you know what I mean," I replied.
"Exactly. So, when he does one guy thing like this, you getting mad is understandable," she assured me. "But, you have to remember that underneath it all, Troy is just like any other guy," she finished.
I let out a breath, and crossed my legs. "You're right," I muttered, frowning a little. "When Troy isn't around me, does he act more like Tommy and the other guys?" I wondered, genuinely interested.
Taylor shrugged while looking out over the rode. "I guess, but he isn't as... guyly as they are. Does that make sense?" she asked.
"Mm, I don't know," I mumbled, looking down at my dress as it sparkled when we were under street lights. "It's not only Troy that is like that, right? I mean, Chad is way more serious, and less annoying when he is around you," I told her.
She nodded. "I know, that's because I bring out that side of him, it's why we are so perfect for each other. You have said it yourself, I bring out the serious side of him, and he brings out the playful side in him," she reminded me. "It's the same with you and Troy. You bring out the serious, gushy in love side of him," she said, making me laugh a little. "And, he brings out the confident, girly side in you," she went on. "Before you met him, Gabs, you were a total tomboy with no self-confidence, didn't think you were anything important. Now look at you," she gestured to me. "That dress looks amazing on you," she complimented.
I smiled. "Thanks, I wore it partly to piss Troy off tonight, and partly because Sharpay and I are still fighting, and I know she would love it," I informed her. "How did the wedding planning go?" I questioned her.
"Alright," she answered with another shrug. All they have really done with the wedding is decide that they want it in Albuquerque. They are just looking at churches, and stuff now. Oh, and they are fighting over wedding colors. Chad wants red and white, and Taylor wants purple and gold. Myself, I suggested red and gold, and Taylor is really considering it. The fact that I mentioned it, and Taylor is starting to like it, is what got Sharpay and I into the fight. She was siding with Taylor. "I have offically decided that I don't want to wear white, and Chad and I are looking at some churches in like a week and a half," she summed up.
"What color are you going to wear if you don't wear white?" I asked, watching Troy's car in front of us.
"I don't know, I just don't want it white. I was thinking of like a tanish color," she told me as we pulled into the club.
I tilted my head. "Why don't you make the colors for the wedding gold and red, and have you in a gold-tanish color, and the bride's maid color red?" I suggested. "You can always have a few purple flowers if you want purple that bad," I added.
She turned off the car. "You're awesome at this wedding stuff," she told me as we got out of the car.
I closed the door behind me. "You get good at it when you are determined to plan your whole wedding yourself," I replied as we made our way towards the group of friends that had assembled near Sharpay's Audi.
"I love your dress," was the first thing Sharpay said when Taylor and I stopped at the group.
I nodded, and looked down. "Thanks, I channeled my inner you," I responded. "We need to talk," I told her, wagging me finger from me to her.
She nodded. "Fine," she replied.
Troy, Chad, and Tommy finally made it to us, and I made a point to not stand next to Troy. I may get the reason on why he did the whole bet thing, he is a guy, with guy tendencies. I get that, and I accept that. Still, I can punish him a little by dancing sexily with my friends, and ignoring him a little. Plus, the more we fight tonight, the better the make up sex will be. You know me, always thinking ahead. I saw him staring at me. "What?" I asked, breaking his look.
"Nothing, geez, I can't look at my wife?" he asked.
"You can, but apparently you want Tommy to see me naked," I responded. I know he doesn't, but he looks so cute when he gets this mean look. It's kind of a turn on.
He groaned. "I don't want him to see you naked, I'm just saying it's inevitable," he told me.
"Yeah, well, it's still up in the air on when you'll see me naked next," I lied. Oh, get over it. He knows I can't hold out that long.
"I don't get why you are so pissed at me, you are the one who slapped me," he reminded me.
"I'm confused," Sharpay stated, interrupting us.
Tommy smiled. "Troy and I bet on when I would finally see Gabriella naked, and she is pissed about it. She even slapped us," he told her.
"You actually slapped him?" Zeke questioned with disbelief in his voice.
Troy nodded. "Yeah, it hurt, too," he told him.
I scoffed. "Oh, it did not. It was more of a love tap if you will. Tommy, his slap hurt," I informed him.
"I wasn't feeling a whole lotta love in that tap, Brie," Troy replied. "Before that, now that was lo-"
"Can we just go in now?" I cut him off.
Taylor grabbed my arm. "I thought you were almost over this," she whispered in my ear.
I grinned. "I kind of am, but this is fun, too," I said in the same whisper.
She laughed, and went walking off with Chad. As soon as she was walking away, arms wrapped around me from behind. I knew the arms to be Troy's. "Are you gonna help me get in, Bolton?" he questioned in a sexy, low voice.
Damn him for using my last name against me. I pretended to sigh. "If I have to," I muttered, and we began to go towards the door after our friends. After we were in, we immediately found a couch with a table in front of it, and was a little secluded from the rest of the club. I swear, when ever we are with Sharpay, we always get the best places to hang out at. "Okay, I need you," I told Sharpay, holding my hand out for her to talk. "We're going to dance, and you," I said looking towards Troy. "Better not follow me," I told him, pulling Sharpay away.
We walked across the club, made our way through the maze of dancers, and only stopped on the edge of them. "What do we need to talk about?" she questioned.
"Because I am such a nice person, and you're mad at me, and you know I hate when you are mad at me, I found out why Zeke hasn't proposed to you yet," I confessed to her, making her eyes light up. "But, you can't tell Zeke I told you because he doesn't want you to know. It took a lot to get Troy to tell me this. I'm serious, I literally had to have sex with him," I informed her.
"G!" Sharpay squealed, throwing herself at me in a hug. "Thank you for finding out! And, I'm sorry for starting that stupid fight. I'm just frustrated, and-"
I pulled away. "It's alright, you're right, I'm not in the wedding, so I shouldn't-"
Sharpay shook her head. "We're all best friends, you have your say, I have mine," she urged, cutting me off. "I'm sorry," she apologized again.
"I'm sorry, too," I told her, and we hugged again. "Now, the reason, I literally did have to sleep with Troy to get this information, but it's not like I minded," I started, making her giggle. "Zeke has this big plan to open a five star restaurant, and you know him, it will do really well. He is the best chef in the world. Anyways, he wants to get that off the ground, and when he can finally afford the ring you deserve, and the wedding you want, then he will propose. He wants to make something of himself, and prove that he is good enough. He wants the best life for you and your son, and this is the way he can do it," I finished.
"Good enough?" she questioned instantly. "Does he think he isn't good enough for me? I mean, it's really cute that he does want to do all of this, but I love him for who he is, what we have, he doesn't have to be rich for us to be together," she went off. "I am used to that lifestyle, and I love that he wants to give that to me, but he doesn't have to, you know?" she kept going.
"Shar," I stopped her. "You don't have to tell me this, tell him. But, don't tell him that Troy spilled the beans, and that I told you," I reminded hers.
She nodded. "I won't, I promise. I'll just get us into a fight, and force it out of him," she told me.
"You're not gonna do it tonight, are you?" I wondered. "That would kind of but a damper on the night," I said.
"Oh, I won't, don't worry," she replied. "Come on, let's head back, and you need to completely fill me in on this bet," she stated as we started to slowly walk back.
Of course, the only free seat other than next to Zeke, but that was Sharpay's, was in between Troy and Kara, and Tommy was on the other side of her. There was a red alcoholic drink in front of my seat, and Troy was nursing a beer. I sat down, and sipped at my drink. "You're not still mad at me are you?" Troy asked in my ear, his hand on the bare part of my back.
I shrugged, and tossed my head so my hair was away from my face. "What do you think?" I asked, looking over at him, and he frowned.
"I said sorry," he told me with an adorable puppy dog face.
I smiled, and ran a finger down the side of his face. "No, you didn't," I informed him.
"Well, I am," he told me, resting his forehead against mine. "Kinda," he added.
I gave him a hard look. "See! I was this close to kissing you, and you had to say kinda," I muttered, annoyed.
"It's true, Brie!" Troy exclaimed. "Almost all of our friends have walked in on us at one time or another, and have seen things, I mind as well get money out of it this time," he explained.
"Okay," I said, putting my drink down. "Who here has seen me naked?" I asked our group. Kara, Taylor, and Sharpay put their hands up. I sighed. "Guys, we go shopping together, and go to the same changing rooms, I know you have," I told them. "I meant out of the guys," I corrected.
Zeke and Chad put their hands up. "We have walked in on you guys. You are like rabbits," Zeke told me.
I rolled my eyes. "I know you've walked in on us, but have you seriously seen me naked. Full frontal, seen everything-" I stopped when Troy kissed my cheek.
"They get it," he murmured, and Zeke kept his hand down, but Chad, slowly but surely, raised his hand.
"Chad!" Troy, Taylor, and I all exclaimed.
He whined. "What? It was in tenth grade! I didn't mean to, you're like a sister to me," he insisted. "Taylor and I were in a stupid fight, I knew you could help, and climbed up your balcony because that was at the same time I was new on varsity, and your brothers were really into hazing the newbies, remember?" he asked, and I nodded. "Well, I waited because it was locked, and as soon as you walked in the room, you were in a robe, and you took it off before I could tell you I was there," he went on. "I just kind stood there dumbstruck for a second, and practically jumped off your balcony to get away," he finished. "Sorry."
"You never told me that!" I almost shouted. "Tenth grade? That's why for, like, two months you avoided me! I thought you were mad at me," I informed him.
Sharpay nodded while laughing. "You made her cry because of that," she reminded him.
"I know," Chad admitted. "As soon as Taylor told me she cried because she thought I hated her, I got over it, and we made up," he told us.
I turned my head to look at Troy. "Happy?" I questioned.
"What? No, Chad saw you naked! This is for my eyes only, buddy," he responded, wrapping his arms around me.
I nicely pushed him away. "You don't like that Chad saw me naked, but you are telling Tommy he eventually will? And, I am not a this, I am a person, a woman, your wife-"
Troy groaned. "I suck today," he whined into his hands. "This all your fault!" he accused Tommy.
"My fault? What did I do?" Tommy questioned.
"You just had to walk in after we had sex, didn't you?" he asked him.
"It's not my fault you decided to start your day off with a bang," he replied, making our friends laugh.
Troy glared. "It wasn't even morning! It was at, like, six. And, you whined about it, so I had to tell her," he told him.
"You boys keep fighting, I have to pee, Gabi come with me," Kara said, grabbing my hand. Don't think I didn't notice her and Tommy getting all cozy tonight. Tanya and Tommy got in a fight, so she didn't come tonight. Kara and Tommy have always gotten along. I know myself that Tommy and Tanya won't last, and when it fizzles out, maybe Kara and Tommy will have a little something.
On the way back from the bathroom, Troy was waiting for me, leaning against the wall. Kara made herself discreet, and left. "So, the kids wanna know, are we getting divorced?" he asked, a sad look on his face. I gave him a confused look. He cocked his head back towards our friends, and they all looked away to act like they weren't staring at us.
I smiled, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. "Wait, that was a joke, right?" I wondered, breaking off our kiss.
He grinned, and pulled me close. "Yes, it was a joke. If you think I would divorce you, ever, you got another thing comin'," he assured me.
"You wanna know a secret?" I questioned, biting my lip lightly. He nodded, letting a breath out, and held me tighter. "I actually forgave you on the ride over here," I confessed. "That girl talk really worked."
He lowered his eyes at me. "You put me through hell tonight. You made me think you were so angry with me, and all for what-"
"Hey," I cut him off before kissing him. "I kept us fighting because the longer we fought, the more fun the make up sex would be," I informed him.
Troy cupped my cheeks. "Now that you mention it, yes the make up sex will be amazing tonight, but don't let me keep thinking you are mad at me, please," he pleaded. "I hate when we fight, and I felt like an ass all night," he told me.
"Well, it was an assy move to make that bet, but-" Troy stopped me by kissing me. We didn't stay much longer after that.
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"I'm sick of this," I whined on Thursday as my mother was showing us more houses. We went to the first two, which were pretty and all, but they weren't for us.
"Come on, mija, one more," my mother encouraged from the driver's seat. I was sitting in the back, more like laying, very depressed. "It just went on the market two weeks ago," she mentioned.
"Yeah, babe, everything will be over soon," Troy said from the front seat.
I groaned, and about ten minutes later, the car stopped, prompting me to sit up. I knew it was in a neighborhood closer to the school, and only a few miles from the firehouse. It was also about ten minutes from my mother's, Serena's, and Belle's, which is good. I do this every time we get to a house. "Everyone out," my mother ordered, and we got out of the car.
We stood in the driveway for a minute, looking at the house. It was blue, my fave color. It had a couple windows on the front of the house alone, which means there has to be more, which is good. More windows, less lights needed, lower electric bill. Yes, I think about this stuff. The front door was a double door set, which I like, and that is also like. The double doors were on the far right side of the door, and had a porch coming off it with a two seater swing hanging from the porch roof. On the right side of the house, there was what looked like a two car garage, and that alone would please Troy.
"How many bedrooms?" I asked as we stood in the driveway still.
"Five nice, spacious bedrooms," my mother answered as she usually does. "Two full bathrooms, including the one on the master bedroom, which as a glass shower, and a tub, plus his and her sinks. Plus, one half one," she went on. "It even has a swing set in the backyard," she added.
I turned to her. "Did someone die here?" I asked.
Her and Troy laughed. "What?" she questioned.
"Well, I like the outside, I'm getting good vibes, and I like everything you just told me, so something has to be wrong. Did someone die here?" I repeated.
My mom finished laughing. "No, sweetie, no one did. You'd be the second owners. The first only had a couple kids, and once they were all grown up, they got an RV, and sold the coup," she informed me.
I nodded, letting out a breath. "Alright, then. Mami, show us the house," I urged, pushing her forward gently. We walked into the house, and I felt... different. Different from the other houses. "Slightly spiral staircase," I stated, pointing at it as soon as we walked in.
Troy chuckled. "Nice job, Brie," he complimented, walking ahead of me to look around himself.
As soon as you walked in, you were on a foyer that the stairs were mounted on, but it was a couple feet away, it's not like the stairs were right there. There was a nice sized chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and next to the door, there was a door that led to a coat closet. I looked in it, I would know. I walked further into the house, and after you walked out of the foyer, and turned right, there was a bar with few cabinets with glass doors on them hanging above it, and a open aisle that when you walked down it, and turned to the right, was the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't huge, but then again, I'm not much of a cook. It was nice, though, and open, and had a nice big window, and plenty of cabinet space, plus there were the ones over the bar. They were smaller, though.
"Do you like the kitchen?" I broke our silence, and turned to look at Troy.
He shrugged, leaning against a counter. "Yeah, it's nice, it has a dishwasher," he answered. I gave him a strange look. "What? When I first moved into the apartment, it didn't have one. That was a bitch to clean," he explained. I smiled. "You like it?" he questioned.
I looked around with a nod. "Yeah, but I won't be cooking in it as much as you," I replied, and he chuckled.
"Alright, then, moving on," he urged, grabbing my hand. He pulled me back out into that aisle, and away from the way we entered it, and out the other side.
On that wall, there was a glass door that led out a deck that looked like it wrapped around most of the house. I opened the doors, and walked out. The house was on a slight hill, so the deck wasn't that far up. I walked along it until I reached a pair of French doors, and a small staircase that led out to the backyard, which was pretty big. There was a swing set, and a slide.
"We could build a pool back here," I heard behind me, making me jump. Troy was behind me, the French doors open, and he smiled at me. "Didn't notice me, huh?" he asked.
I nodded. "Nope, I was too busy taking everything in. We can build a pool back here," I agreed. I smiled, looking down at the end of the deck. "Look, babe, a jacuzzi," I stated.
Troy instantly turned, smiled, and looked back at me. "I officially want this house," he informed me.
"Hold up, babe, I'm not done looking at yet," I warned him, walking back into the house through the French doors. The living room, or what I assumed to the the living room was huge. It had a two windows a little far apart on the right side, and was spacious. That is a good way to describe this house. Spacious, along with open, light, and the next room, which had half a wall dividing the two, had a wooden floor. This room was the room that had the glass door that led out to the deck. There was a door next to the dividing wall, and I opened it. It led to stairs.
"Hey, where's Mom?" Troy questioned behind me, making me jump again.
I turned around, and hit him on the shoulder. "Will you stop that?" I ordered, glaring at him. "And, she's in the kitchen, on the phone, with what sounds like AJ," I answered.
"I don't mean to be sneaking up on you, I know you hate it, it's just when we go to the houses, you zone out thinking about what you like and hate about them," he informed me. "Now, are we going to go into the basement or what?" he asked.
I nodded, pulling him in front of me. "You go first," I said, pushing him down.
He shook his head at me, and turned the light on on the way down. It was a furnished basement with a lot of storage room, and had a door at the other end of it. "I am seriously loving this house. Because, you said if there were five bedrooms, and there was a furnished basement, I could make it my work out slash manly room," he reminded me. "Come on, I can put a t.v. down here, and a t.v. and the guys won't bother you when they are here," he told me. I shook my head at him, walking across the room to the door. It opened into the garage. Troy pushed in front of me. The garage was big, and had a wooden built in shelf thing that could hold all his tools. "Brie," he said in awe, turning back to me. "Can we get it? Please, please, please, pleaseeeeee," he pleaded, giving me his sad 'you kicked my puppy' look.
I laughed, and patted his head. "Troy, we haven't even seen upstairs yet," I told him.
"But you like it so far, I know you do," he gloated, twirling around in the garage. "I want it!" he stated.
I laughed again. "Is this what it is going to be like when we have kids?" I wondered, watching him inspect the shelves.
"Probably," he mumbled, and I walked out of the garage with my arms crossed. We went back upstairs with Troy pleading like a five year old for me to see the house. "Mom, we're going upstairs!" he called to my mother, who was fighting with what sounded like Richard now, walking through the dining room. "It even had the spiral staircase," he sing-songed when we reached the top.
We walked through the four bedrooms that would be our kids, and they were all light, and open, and nice sized, just like the rest of the house. The full bathroom they would use was nice, but didn't have a glass shower, which was what I prefired. Troy pointed out that we wouldn't be using this shower, our children would, and a curtain would be fine with them. It had a closet or two that would be for towels, and blankets and stuff, which was good.
We went into the master bedroom, and Troy stopped dead in his tracks, making me run into him. "Brie, it has a balcony," he told me, striding straight over to it. I walked after him. The balcony was nice, and white, and hung over the deck, and looked over the backyard. "I want it," Troy repeated, looking back at me. I kissed his cheek before going back into the bedroom, and this time, I stopped dead in my tracks. I gasped. "What?" he asked from behind me.
"It has two closets!" I exclaimed, practically running over to them. One was a medium sized walk in closet that would be perfect for me, and there was another one, that was more of one of those wall closets like in the kids' rooms, but it was good for Troy. The room was big, and would also have room for dressers, and a desk, and a vanity that I've wanted since I was five, and Barbie had one. I went into the bedroom which did have a slightly big smokey glass shower, and a tub for bathes. It had his and hers sinks with a big wall mirror that I loved as soon as I saw it. "Troy," I shouted out to the bedroom, and Troy poked his head in.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking around the bathroom for the first time.
I smiled. "I want it."
Here it is. It's more of a fun filler, but sometimes fillers are needed. Plus, they got their house! I hope I described it well.
Next one will be fun, too, and the start of a storyline I can't wait to write!
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-- Kayleigh