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Named What If, by Ashley Tisdale, but the lyrics don't really fit. Well, it's a stretch!
If you wanna get into it, the answer is yes to the song.
"Ugh!" I yelled on moving day two weeks later, trying to close the biggest piece of luggage I own with only a quarter of my clothes in it. Thank God I have been packing it all week, and this is last of it. Packing Troy's clothes was much easier. Oh, yeah, Troy and I got the house. The bank quickly approved us for the loan, and the first owners accepted our offer. We're house owners, yay.
Once it was confirmed we got the house, my mother informed me that her and Richard are buying Troy and me furniture, no buts about it. She said she did it for Serena and Belle when they became house owners, and she was going to to it for me. So, we went out shopping, and found a black leather furniture set, and fell in love with it. It wrapped around the wall, curving with it, and had a matching comfy chair that came with an ottoman. Oh, and we got a glass coffee table with black legs. It's already been delivered to the house, and put in it's correct spot. It's a couple feet away from the wall so people can stand behind it if they want, but it's not exactly in the middle of the room. It's a big room.
After that, my dad called and said he was buying us a dining room set, because he did that for Belle and Serena, too. So, we got a light wooded dining room set with eight chairs that had pretty carvings on them. You can take a middle part out, so now it only fits six, and is smaller since we don't need eight chairs yet. That's already at the house, too.
Then, Lucy told us she was buying us a new bed, frame and all. She said Troy was her only son, and I am her daughter (she left out the in law, which made me smile), and she was doing this for us, and she didn't care if we didn't want it. So, we got a king sized bed that has four poles coming off the frame at the four edges, and the mattress is really soft, and comfy. We had a lot of fun trying out mattresses all day, but I don't think the sale's people liked us. We also got new sheets and all that.
Of course, then my siblings all had to chip in and get us something. A flat screen t.v. that practically made Troy drool. When Belle and Serena got houses, the rest of us chipped in and got them something, too. It's kind of a tradition. We got Belle the crib she wanted (hello, she was preggers!), and we got Serena a new computer.
Sharpay and Taylor got me a vanity for the bedroom. It wasn't really new, it was from Sharpay's storage. Her parents had gotten her a few over her childhood, but they did decorate it with pictures of us, and G's everywhere. I thought it was cute.
The guys all bought Troy a basketball hoop to attach to the garage so he can play there. I told everyone after that to not get us anything, that was enough.
The furniture we have now is going in Troy's manly room, but the big comfy chair is going into our bedroom because the one in our bedroom now is falling apart. The dining set we have now it going to Taylor and Chad because they don't have one, and it is in good condition. Our old bed is going into a room to make a guest room. And, we're putting the desk in another room to make an office for me so I can grade papers without being bothered. The other two rooms aren't being used yet. We're putting our old living room t.v. down in Troy's manly room, too.
"What's up?" Troy questioned, poking his head in.
I frowned at him, sitting on the luggage, still trying to close it. "Help," I whined, trying to drag it along, but it wouldn't budge.
Troy shook his head at me, and helped me close it. "I thought you were donating some clothes to the homeless shelter," he said when he finally closed it, and lifted me off the luggage.
"I did!" I insisted, straightening out my black cami that has a lacy hemline, and a pair of black cotton pants that are a bit bell bottomy. I left my hair down, but combed my bangs forward. I had two necklaces on, one with a raindrop hanging off it, and the other just a chain. I also am wearing a pair of gladiator sandals. "I gave two boxes full to the shelter, but I am a shopaholic, what do you expect?" I questioned.
"For you to get a new hobbie," he answered matter-of-factly, making me roll my eyes. He set his arms on my shoulders, and his hands were hanging behind me. "You can take up some classes at the community center. Like, Stripping 101," he suggested.
I smiled while letting out a laugh. "I can take me clothes off well enough myself, thank you," I assured him.
"Alright, then, Erotic Dancing 101," he corrected.
I pushed him away nicely, and tried to pull the suitcase off the bed. "Keep dreaming, buddy," I replied.
Troy's arms appeared around me, and pulled the suitcase off for me. "You're right, you're good at that already," he said in my ear before he began to roll the suitcase behind him, and out to the living room. Once he was gone, I looked around the room. It looked bare. Even the blankets and pillows and stuff were packed this morning. "Brie, Tommy's here!" he called from the living room, and I made a mean face.
I'm mad at Thomas, and not because of the bet thing. He cheated on Tanya with Kara. My Kara, I mean, my friend Kara. So, they are broken up, and Tanya is looking for a place to live. I'm pissed at both Tommy and Kara. Yes, I cheated on Troy in high school, but that was a five second kiss, Tommy slept with someone else. I know how shitty that feels. Troy and I may have been broken up when he probably-most likely slept with Sharpay, but it still hurt like hell. I do get that that is a different situation than ours was, but she is still hurting. I also know that Tommy and Tanya were not in love, but they did love each other if that makes sense.
"Okay," I shouted back, looking around our bedroom with a sigh. This has been my home for a little over a year. This is were Troy and I reconnected, and have had so many good memories. This place has always felt like home, and I was excited to move into the new house, I was so excited, but it felt wrong living the aparment behind.
"Babe?" Troy said, and I heard him walking down the hall. "You alright, or are you just avoiding Tommy? I told him to be on his best behaviour today," he told me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"No," I answered. "I'm not avoiding Tommy, and I'm alright," I explained. I turned around. "I'm just gonna miss this place," I informed him. "You know?" I asked.
He nodded, and kissed my forehead. "Yeah," he mumbled with a nod. "We've had a lot of fun here," he agreed. "But, we'll have a lot of fun in the house, too. We'll make new memories there, ones with us, our friends, and family, and babies," he listed off.
I bit my lip. He had to bring that up. My little red friend made it's appearance last night. I'm not pregnant. I'm realistic, I know we've barely been trying for a month, and the fact that I got my period doesn't mean that I can't have babies. But, I also remember the promise I made myself when all these worries hit me, that I would tell Troy if and when I got my period. I'm just waiting until tonight when all our friend's are gone. I haven't even told him I got my period. "I know," I responded. "I'm just feeling sentimental," I sighed. "I'm a girl, it happens."
Troy smiled before kissing me. "I love you, ya know," he murmured against my lips.
I pecked him on the lips. "Actually, I didn't know that-" I smiled when I saw the look on his face. "I love you, too," I replied.
"Hey, guys, we're here!" I heard Chad yell down the hall.
"Come on," Troy said, taking my hand, and led me down the hall.
Chad instantly pounced on me. "Hey, bestie! You ready to move away from me?" he asked, smashing me in a hug. "As soon as I move in close to you, you leave," he whined, messing with my hair.
"Chad, we're less than ten minutes away," Troy reminded him, and Chad dramatically hugged Troy, pretending to cry into his shoulder.
Taylor laughed. "He's a little emotional. His boyfriend is moving away," she stated, hugging me from the side.
"He is pretending to cry, right?" I asked, leaning against the bar with her.
She shrugged. "I'm not sure," she answered as Troy and Chad continued to hug.
"Hey, Gabi," Tommy greeted in a friendly voice. I know he wants me to stop being mad at him, Troy and I already had a big talk about it. In Troy's words, I'm Tommy's go to girl or something. He goes to me for advice, and everything, and he misses me calling him Tom Tom.
I glanced at him. "Hi, Tommy," I replied. "Good God, man, it's not that far!" I told Chad, and he turned to me.
"Don't make fun of me, lady, I love him," Chad informed me.
We all started laughing. "I love you, too, buddy, but I have to move with Gabriella," Troy responded to him. "She's my wife and all. That outranks best friend," he said.
"Yeah," I agreed as the front door opened, and Sharpay and Zeke came in.
"Sorry we're late, we took the extra long way over here because Junior was fussy, and the ride puts him to sleep. So, be quiet, he's sleeping," Sharpay told us, and Zeke walked Junior over to the other side of the room to put down in his car seat, away from the chatter.
"It's cool, we're still waiting for everyone else to get here," Troy mentioned, moving away from Chad's grip to in between my legs. I leaned against his back, and wrapped my arms around his middle. I was having major cramps, but I wasn't about to tell him that.
A couple hours later while the guys were over at the apartment getting the last of our stuff, I was giving Taylor and Sharpay an extended tour of the house. We've spent most of the day unpacking downstairs. Well, we tried in the kitchen, but Zeke went off on where pots and pans should go, and respecting my knives, so I told him to do it. He got really happy, and shoved us all out. We got most of downstairs pretty much done. We got bookshelves set up, and most of my books on them, and DVDs, and CDs on shelves. Felix set the t.v. up, and connected the DVD player, Xbox, and other electrical things to it. He already set up all the electrical things, actually, he's good with that stuff.
Since we got a lot of the furniture beforehand, everything is already where it needs to be. Everything that is going into Troy's manly room is his job to put away and organize. Everything upstairs is where it is supposed to be, I just need to unpack it all, which shouldn't take long since we aren't using all the rooms yet.
"Where are you gonna put the nursery?" Sharpay asked as we walked through the master bedroom.
I shrugged, hopping up onto the bed, and bounced a little. The bed is already made because it's been here for three or four days now. I wanted everything to be put where I want it right when it got here so we didn't need to do more work later, so the big comfy chair, nightstands, and dressers are already in their places. "Probably in the closest room so I won't have to walk far when he or she cries," I answered. "I don't really have to worry about that right now," I mumbled.
Taylor came out from the bathroom. "You have two sinks!" she exclaimed with a smile on her face, making me chuckle a little.
Sharpay opened the walk in closet door, and practically shrieked. "I have got to get me one of these," she said. "Why don't you have to worry about that now? Aren't you and Troy doing the dirty, like, every night?" she questioned.
"How is that different from when they weren't trying?" Taylor asked, opening the balcony doors.
Sharpay laughed from the closet. "I got my period today," I spoke up, and Sharpay came out of the closet, and Taylor closed the balcony doors. "Well, actually, I got it last night," I corrected.
"Oh, G, I'm sorry," she apologized, walking over to me, Taylor, too.
I shook my head. "It's fine. We've been trying for barely a month, it wasn't likely to happen this month anyways," I replied with a fake smile.
"It'll happen, hunny, trust me," Taylor assured me, sitting down with me, and patting my leg.
I nodded. "I know," I breathed, hearing the door open downstairs.
"Brie, we're back!" Troy yelled and I heard more guys come in.
I stood up. "Don't tell Troy, okay?" I asked them. "I'm telling him tonight, I just wanted to wait until after the move, you know?" I asked.
They nodded. "Sure," Sharpay answered for the both of them.
We made our way down the steps, and the first thing I saw was Minnie, in her cage, meowing like no tomorrow. I frowned, and walked up to her cage that was on he dining room table. "Aw, baby, I know you want to come out, but you can't until everything is moved in," I cooed to her, sticking my finger into the cage. She rubbed up against it.
"She was having a lot of fun running around the empty apartment," Vince commented carrying in another box of my books.
"Mrs. F came by while we were grabbing the last of the stuff," Chad informed me, putting a box of stuff down on the dining room table. "The first thing she saw was that dent in the wall," he laughed.
"Why was that dent there anyways?" AJ wondered, coming in from the living room.
Troy came up behind me, and kissed my bare shoulder. "I threw a beer bottle at it," he answered. "You don't wanna know why," he said before AJ could ask. "Everything is out of the apartment, by the way, it's eerily empty."
"You're kitchen is unpacked," Zeke announced, stepping out of it.
"It only took about four hours," Troy replied, making everyone laugh.
Zeke gave us a serious look. "Hey, I'm a chef, I take my time when it comes to my art," he informed us.
I smiled. "Thank you, Zeke, I'm sure the kitchen is perfect," I thanked him.
"At least someone respects my talents," Zeke muttered, coming down the few steps to the dining room.
"I respect your talents, baby," Sharpay placated him, and he smiled widely.
The front door opened, and tiny footsteps where heard. "Uncle Troy!" all our nieces and nephews shouted, searching for him.
"Yeah, because Aunt Gabi is nothing to you all," I said, and Troy chuckled, picking up Damon. Duncan tugged at my leg, and I picked him up. He gave me a slobbery kiss to my cheek. "Thanks," I said, giving him one back, which made him giggle.
"Mija," my mother started, walking over to me, letting the rest of nieces and nephews scour the place, and search for the rest of their uncles, which are around here. "Look what I found," she commented, and I put Duncan down.
She held up Teddy, my bear. "Teddy!" I shouted, running for him. "I can't believe I forgot you, I even brought you to college," I said to him, hugging him.
"You still have a teddy bear?" Nick asked, laughing at me.
I turned around and glared. "He's not just a bear!" I stated, holding him close.
"You got that right," my mom agreed. "I wouldn't have known anything Gabriella wanted when she was little without Teddy," she told everyone while playing with my hair. "If I asked her what she wanted to eat, Teddy would say 'I think Gabriella wants ice cream'," she used as an example. "Or, 'I think Gabriella is tired'," she added.
I nodded. "Teddy knows me well," I mumbled, walking back over to Troy.
"I remember when my dog bit off his arm, you didn't talk me for a week, and we were, like, fifteen," Sharpay spoke up.
"Teddy is important, alright?" I asked, leaning on Troy. I looked up at him.
"What? I'm not saying anything about the bear, I learned to do that a long time ago," he replied, kissing my forehead.
We ordered eight pizza's after that, and unpacked more things, but it was getting late, so people started leaving. I was putting our wedding china in the glass cabinets above the bar when Troy came up from downstairs. "How is the manly room?" I questioned, finishing off the wedding china box.
Troy smiled. "It's going to be very cool, and you will be very mad when you are not allowed to hang out in it," he stated, bypassing me to go into the kitchen. "Hey, Zeke even organized the fridge, too," he said, and I heard the fridge door close. He came out a moment later, and hopped up onto the bar.
"I'm not allowed to hang out in the manly room?" I asked, folding up the box, and tossed it against the wall for Troy to put outside later.
He shook his head, taking a swig of his water. "You're not a man," he answered easily, offering the bottle to me. I took a few sips out of it before giving it back. He patted the bar next to him.
I hopped up onto it. "If I'm not allowed down there, I can't do the laundry down there, seeing as that is where the washer and drier are," I reminded him.
"I believe I said you weren't allowed to hang out down there, not that you couldn't do laundry down there," he corrected.
I laughed, looping my arm through his. "We live here now," I whispered into the quiet, looking around.
"That was the idea," Troy replied, giving me his water again.
"I know, it's just.. easier than I thought it would be. Almost everyhing is unpacked because all the girls, and well, Zeke, worked in here all day, and it already kinda feels like home," I told him, taking another sip. "I still have some finishing touches to do, though," I added.
"You'll make it feel like home in no time," he assured me, squeezing my thigh.
I nodded. "Troy," I said to get his attention, and he looked over at me. "I love you," I told him.
He kissed me, moving his lips slowly with mine, making me body all tingly. "I love you, too, more than anything," he murmured when he pulled away.
"Always?" I replied, but it sounded more like a question.
He nodded. "Always, baby," he confirmed.
"Troy," I repeated, linking our hands together.
"What?" he asked, using his free hand to push hair away from my eyes.
I bit my lip for a second. "I got my period today," I confessed.
He looked into my eyes. "Oh," he responded, clearing his throat. "We haven't even been trying for a month, babe, it's alright," he told me. "Are you really upset about it?" he wondered.
I shrugged. "I don't know, I'm a little let down. You?" I questioned.
"Same, we'll just have to try harder this month," he said, making me smile. "That's gonna be fun," he commented.
"Yeah," I agreed. "But, I've, ah, kinda been worrying about something," I started to tell him.
He let out a breath. "How long?" he asked, knowing me all too well.
"Teddy thinks since a couple days after we decided to start trying," I used my old trick.
Troy sighed. "Gabriella," he mumbled, rubbing his face.
"I know we tell each other everything, but I promised myself I would tell you if I got my period, and I did," I informed him.
"What is it?" he questioned, looking at me.
"I just-" I tried. "I've always been pretty regular with my periods, and we don't use a condom, like, hardly ever," I went on. "And, I've had a miscarriage before. What if.. what if I can't get pregnant?" I admitted, looking down at the tiled floor.
Troy hooked his finger under my chin to make me look at him. "This is what you've been worried about?" he asked, and I nodded. "Brie, you've had a fertility test, remember? The doctor said you would be fine," he told me.
"I know," I mumbled. "But what if something has changed since then, or the results weren't right then?" I questioned. "What if I can't give you one baby, let alone five?" I asked in a broken whisper. "I don't know if I could take that," I told him, avoiding his eyes.
He hopped off the bar, and opened my legs for him to stand in. "Come here," he urged, pulling me into a hug. I buried my head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "You don't have to worry about this stuff, Brie, okay?" he said into my ear, and I did my best at nodding. "You're fine, I know you are. I also know you worry a lot, so don't get yourself worked up over nothing," he told me.
"But what if it's not nothing?" I questioned in a low voice. "What if I can't-"
"Don't get in to that," Troy instructed, pulling away a little so I could see his face. "I don't like the what if's. Hey, look at me," he ordered in a light voice, and I looked into his eyes. "You're fine," he stated. "I know you are, I feel it. If you're really that worried about it, if you're not pregnant in a year, we'll both get checked out," he suggested.
I leaned my forehead on his. "A year?" I asked.
"Yeah, a year. It can take couples who are perfectly fine like we are more than a year to get pregnant sometimes. I don't want you dwelling on this, so don't, please," he told me.
"I'll try to refrain," I promised. "You know me," I said.
He nodded. "All too well, like Teddy," he agreed. He turned around. "Now, hop on," he prompted, and I got on his back. He walked me over to the couch, and layed me down. He grabbed a blanket, and layed down with me. "The first night here, and you get to pick what we watch," he informed me.
I smiled, and took the remote from him. I turned my head back to look at him. "Troy, I know I should have told you all about-"
He kissed me. "You should have," he agreed, running his fingers down my cheek. "But, it's all out in the open now. Right? You're not holding back anything else?" he asked.
"Nope," I answered, flipping my whole body over to snuggle into him.
His arms wrapped tightly around me. "I thought you were gonna hog the t.v.," he murmured in my ear, then kissed underneath it.
"I'm good right where I am."
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A week and a half later, I was putting folded sheets, and blankets, and towels into a hall closet upstairs. Once these get put away, the house is officially unpacked. I've spent the week making it homey, and unpacking, and organizing everything. I was adding little touches to it all week. Like, hanging pictures, and placing some throughout the house, and buying a few plants, things like that. It took me two days alone just to organize my closet. While I was for one of the day's, Troy was doing his, and we had a long talk about Tommy, Tanya, and Kara.
"How can you think it's a good thing?" I asked him while hanging up some dresses. "He cheated on her!" I reminded him.
"I know, Brie, I was the first one to know, but I think it is a good thing," Troy replied. "Tommy and Tanya were the most dysfunctional couple in the world. They didn't treat each other well, especially her. If he did one little thing wrong, she made him feel like shit. At least Kara won't. I like Kara," he told me. "They'd be good together, and he defintely needs a good girl," he went on.
I sighed. "I know, but he still didn't need to cheat on her," I insisted.
"You're right, being cheated on sucks," he agreed. "But, Tanya and Tommy we're so close to breaking up anyways, Tommy told me himself even before he slept with Kara that he was thinking about it. Like, seriously thinking about it," he informed me. He walked over to the doorway of my closet, and leaned against the door frame. "Brie, Tommy is one of my best friends, and even I am a little harsh on him sometimes because of how he acts. I just think he deserves someone who will treat him right because I know he's a good guy. He may act like an ass half the time, but that's not all there is to him," he told me. "I know that better than anyone."
I nodded. "I know, all I am saying is that he should have broken up with her first, then slept with Kara," I replied, and Troy shook his head at me. "What?" I questioned.
"He already asked Kara out, and she said yes, but they're keeping it covert for a while for Tanya's sake," he admitted.
I furrowed my brows. "He asked her out?" I asked. "Kara didn't tell me," I mumbled.
"She would have if you were answering her calls," he said before going back to putting his clothes away.
After that, I called her, and she said she doesn't like that she broke them up, either. She's not that kind of girl, but what happened, she couldn't stop it. She really likes Tommy, and they are going out, but they are keeping in on the down low, her words not mine, until this whole cheating thing blows over. I started to forgive them then, and Tommy is really happy about it.
"Brie, I'm home!" Troy called out when he got back from work just when I put the last blanket away. I closed the closet, and skipped down the steps. I threw myself in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist, and kissed him on the lips. As soon as I went off my period, he had a two day shift, and even before we moved, he was tired from work, and I was busy packing up the apartment. It's been a while since we made love. I moved my lips with his, forgetting Tommy. Of course, though, he had to interrupt.
"You guys are gross," Tommy mentioned, coming out from the kitchen with a can of pop, and a piece of cold pizza. Troy and I did a big grocery shopping trip a couple days ago, and Tommy still insists on finishing off that pizza. He's been eating a little everyday. "But, you know, I weirdly want that, so," he said mid chew.
Troy and I laughed. "Well, you won't get it unless you learn manners," I told him, walking past him, and hit him in the stomach. "Do you ever go home Tommy?" I asked him, leaning against the bar. "You know, that place with your stuff."
"I like it here better," he answered, swallowing. "I'm starting to think of Troy's little manly room as my room, it is named after me," he joked, finishing off his pizza.
Troy rolled his eyes, taking off his jacket, and tossed it onto one of the dining room chairs. "Dude, if I wake up and find you in the shower, you're gonna start paying rent," he told his friend.
"How much do you think that would be?" I questioned. "He does kinda smell, and eat everything, and abuse Minnie, that is gonna bump the rent," I commented.
"So does Troy, and you don't charge him anything," Tommy replied, seeing a Casmo magazine on the bar, and started to flip through it.
Troy came out from the kitchen with his own can of pop, and sat down on a stool next to me. "I pay my rent at night," he corrected as I looped my arm around his neck, and moved to sit on one of his legs.
Tommy grinned into the magazine. "I could do that, too," he mumbled.
"Oh, ewe," I mentioned while Troy set a kick to his leg.
Tommy laughed, rubbing his leg. "Joke, seriously. I may want to see her naked, but I would never step into your territory like that," he assured Troy.
"Seeing her naked is my territory, too," Troy responded, his arms tightening around me. "So, I'm gonna win that two hundred bucks," he stated.
"Yeah, and I get a hundred of it for shoes," I spoke up. The phone rang, and I left Troy's lap to answer it in the kitchen. "Hello?" I said into it.
"Hey, Gabs," Kara greeted me.
I walked to the entryway of the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Kara," I said loudly to get Tommy's attention. He pulled his nose out my Cosmo mag, and looked at me. "You'll never guess that me and Tommy were just talking about," I told her.
Tommy gave me the 'don't' sign by running his fingers across his throat. "I'm sure I won't, what is it?" she asked.
"Oh, you know, the regular. How he wants to see me n-" Tommy grabbed the phone from me.
"Hey, sweetie," he said nicely glaring at me.
I grinned, and stuck my tongue out at him. I walked up behind Troy to see him reading the magazine now. "Whatcha doin'?" I questioned him.
"There is a quiz in here to find your g spot," he muttered, looking down at it.
I kissed the side of his neck. "I know, I already took it," I admitted taking the magazine from him before walking away.
"Hey, get back here!" Troy called after me, and I laughed.
"I guess that quiz helped, huh?" I asked Troy around two in the morning that night. We were upstairs, in bed, but I got hungry, so we came downstairs. We got ice cream from the fridge, and I'm stradding his lap at the dining room table, only wearing a button up shirt of his (buttoned only in the middle, by the way), and a pair of lacy underwear, feeding it to us. Oh, yeah, Troy is wearing boxers.
Troy swallowed before answered. "I already knew where it was, baby," he replied, kissing the corner of my mouth.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled, spooning some ice cream into my mouth.
"Don't act like I didn't," he stated, his hands slipping under my, well, his shirt. "I do believe it was you complaining about half an hour about how you couldn't move because you felt boneless," he reminded me.
I smiled, giving him a spoonfull of ice cream. "I wouldn't say I was complaining, more like.." I trailed off.
"Deliriously panting it," he tried to finish my sentence.
I gave him a fake glare. Too bad it's true. "I guess, you know what they say, practice makes perfect," I teased. "It took you long enough."
Troy lowered his eyes at me. "Keep being mean to me, Brie, let's just see the next time I make you feel like that," he warned.
I swallowed the ice cream in my mouth, and put the spoon down. I pouted. "That's not very nice, Troy," I whispered, my hands moving up to his shoulders.
"You're not being very nice," he responded, his hands riding low on my hips, his fingers torturing me by slipping underneath my underwear, but didn't move them from there.
I scooted further up on his legs. "What if I start to be nicer?" I wondered, rocking into his hips.
Troy's body tensed, and he took in quick intake of breath. "I, uh, k-keep doing that," he instructed. I smiled with a nod, and started rocking my hips into his repeatedly. "Fuck," he muttered, picking me up off his lap, and sat me on the table, pushing the ice cream onto the chair next to us. I scooted back on the table, pulling Troy with me, and he started undoing the buttons on my shirt. His lips were on mine, and my hands were slipping inside his boxers. When his lips started down my neck, and further down, I gasped lightly, and leaned back on my arms.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, making me groan, and Troy stop. "It's almost three in the morning, seriously?" I whined, letting my head drop back. Troy made a move to get off me. "What are you doing?" I questioned.
There was that knock again. "I'm going to get the door, and you're going to button up your shirt," he answered, sliding off the table, and me. He grabbed my legs, and pulled me to the edge. He did a few buttons himself before I took over.
"Ugh, this sucks," I mumbled, finishing my buttons. The person knocked again. "Can you kill him for me?" I asked him, and Troy smiled at me before going for the door.
"You stay back here, especially in that," he said on his way towards the door. Of course, I ignored him, and picked up the ice cream to bring back to the kitchen. I could hear him answering the door, though. "Greg?" he asked the person.
The person laughed. "Who else would show up at your house at two forty five in the morning?" Greg, or someone I assued to me Greg, answered.
There was a silent moment. "What the fuck are you doing in Albuquerque?" Troy asked Greg.
Taking the hint that Troy knew the person, Greg, whatever, I came out of the kitchen, and forgot about something. I'm wearing no pants. Yeah, didn't think about that part. "Hi," I spoke up, getting their attention. Greg nodded his head at me.
"Greg, this is my wife, Gabriella. Babe, this is Greg, a friend from Phoenix," he introduced us.
I forced a smile, and waved. "Hi," I repeated.
"Hey," Greg greeted. "Sorry, I didn't know I would be interrupting anything," he told us.
"Yeah, speaking of, I think I'll go get pants," I commented, making me way towards the steps.
"Oh, Brie, can you get me some, too?" he asked when I was halfway up.
I nodded, and smacked myself in the head when I reached the top. It probably isn't a good first impression when you aren't wearing pants. I pulled on a pair of sweatpant capris, and took Troy's shirt off, and put on a tank top. I, then, grabbed Troy's pajama pants, and a wife beater. When I went back down, Greg's bag was on the foyer, and they were in the dining room. The lights were on brighter, and they were laughing. I handed Troy his clothes. "Here ya go," I offered, feeling uncomfortable because Greg met me while wearing no pants. I should probably get over that if I don't want this whole visit to be awkward. "So, uh, why are you in Albuquerque?" I asked him while Troy put on the clothes.
"I spent the past year traveling. I was all over the states, Europe, parts of Africa, India, and China, plus a little Australia," he informed me. "But, I have a job to start next month, so my trip is coming to an end. I thought I'd visit my old friend Troy for the last leg," he went on. "I would have been here earlier, but I got held up in Santa Fe this afternoon when I was passing through," he added.
"What held you up?" Troy questioned, and Greg just grinned. "Same old Greg," he mentioned. I'm around boys a lot, I figured from the answer, body language, and Troy's response that it had something to do with sex, and a girl.
"You know me, I don't pass up a chance at fun," Greg replied. "Sorry, again, that I put a halt to yours," he apologized again.
"It's fine," I assured him. "It happens a lot, especially with the friends we have," I told him.
Troy chuckled. "That's true," he agreed.
Greg nodded. "It is nice to finally meet you, Gabriella. Troy's been talking about you since high school," he commented.
"Everyone seems to say that," I mumbled, pushing hair behind my ear.
"We invited you to the wedding, man," Troy reminded him.
"Yes, you did," Greg said with a nod. "The thing is that I was kind of being held at the time, and couldn't make it," he informed us.
Troy shook his head. "I don't even wanna know," he responded.
I smiled at Troy. "You guys can stay up, but I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed," I stated, running my hand up Troy's back.
"I'll be up in a little while," Troy told me, and pressed a kiss to my lips.
I nodded. "It was nice meeting you, we can do this again in the morning," I said to Greg.
"Sure thing," he agreed, saluting me.
I bit my lip, and backed up. "Good night."
I fell asleep about half an hour later, and felt Troy come to bed about an hour later. I woke up the next morning alone, and figured Troy was doing something with Greg. I looked at the time and found that it was almost ten. I went into the shower, and dressed in a white top that stopped a little above my belly button, and was v-necked. It had three quarter length sleeves that flared slightly, and I matched it off with a pair of black skinny pants. I wrapped a thin and skinny horizontal rainbow scarf around my neck, too, just to add some color. I put on gladiator heels, and tied some of my bangs to the back of my head. "Troy!" I called out when I got downstairs. He wasn't here, and I heard noise outside. I looked out the kitchen window, and saw them on the driveway, playing basketball.
I decieded to let them keep playing, and made myself a bagel. I only sat down on the living room couch for a minute, maybe, when the house phone rang. Good thing it was right in front of me. "Hell-o?" I answered with my mouth full.
"I just wanted to let you know, the gang is coming over today," Sharpay informed me. I stifled a laugh. "What? We've left you and Troy alone for the past week or so you guys can get settled in, and christen every room and every piece of furniture. It's time we christen the house with a hanging out with the gang day," she explained.
I shook my head while chewing. "You do realize what I had my period all last week, and as soon as I went off it, Troy had a long workshift, right?" I questioned, turning on the t.v.
"Oh," Sharpay mumbled. "Didn't think of that, you did christen something last night, then, didn't you?" she wondered.
I flipped through the channels. "Uh, our bed," I answered.
"Well, there you go!" she responded, making me laugh. "We start arriving around noon," she informed me.
I nodded. "Whatever you say, Shar. But, you should know, one of Troy's friends from Arizona showed up last night, so," I just threw out there for her to know.
"While you were christening the bed?" she asked.
"After," I replied. "And during the beginning of christening the dining room table," I added.
Sharpay laughed. "Don't touch the table, got it," she told herself.
"Nothing happened, Shar. No clothes came off, we just started kissing, and there was a knock on the door. The table is safe," I assured her.
"Thanks for the info. Is this new guy cute?" she wondered, and a baby gurgle was heard on her end.
I shrugged even though she couldn't see me. "Uh, I don't know. I guess?" I told her, but it didn't sound like I meant it. I hadn't thought about it. "Sure," I estimated. "He's cute, but not Troy hott, and he's not ugly, either."
She chuckled over the phone. "Thanks for the description. We'll be over in an hour or so," she confirmed.
"Alright," I agreed. "See you then. Love you," I told her.
There was another noise in the background. "You, too. Bye," she said before hanging up.
As soon as we hung up, the front door opened, and loud laughter was heard. "Hey, babe," Troy greeted me when he saw me on the couch.
I waved because I was chewing. "The gang will be over around noon," I informed him as he walked over with Greg, a water bottle in hand.
He nodded, plopping down next to me. "I know, Chad called me," he confessed as Greg sat in the arm chair.
"Thanks for waking me up, then," I mumbled, finishing off my bagel.
"I knew you'd be up in time," he responded, taking another sip of his water bottle.
"What time did you guys get up this morning?" I questioned, looking from Troy to Greg and back.
Greg shrugged. "Around nine," he answered. "Troy can still kick my ass in basketball, by the way," he stated.
Troy laughed. "I can beat him in basketball," I told him.
"You don't play by the rules," Troy reminded me.
"My rules are more fun," I insisted, and Troy just shook his head at me. "Alright, you two should shower and change before they get here," I suggested.
A little over an hour later, Sharpay, Taylor, Junior and I were out on the back deck sitting at the glass table, under the umbrella. Junior was in his car seat on top of the table sleeping comfortably in the shade. We were eating chips and dip, and girl talking with music playing in the background. "It's been too long since we've done this," Taylor stated, sipping her drink.
"What? Hang out?" I questioned, eating a chip.
"Yeah, just the three of us. We've been hanging out with the guys more lately, or other friends. It's never just the three of us anymore," she insisted.
Sharpay nodded. "We've only been hanging out with the guys more because someone always begs to," she said, looking blatantly at me.
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Excuse me for being a newlywed," I muttered.
"Speaking of, you have sex eyes," Sharpay informed me, making Taylor and me laugh.
"She usually does," Taylor reminded her.
Sharpay shook her head. "No, these are a different type of sex eyes," she corrected.
"What are you talking about, S?" I asked before eating another chip.
"Okay, I have put sex in three categories," she started to explain. Oh, this one will be good. "We agree that all sex with our signifigant others is enjoyable, right?" she wondered. I nodded, and so did Taylor. "But, there are different types of sex. The first is genuinely good," she informed us. "It's good, this type of sex usually happens when you're a little tired and the guy is a little more into it that you are." More into it than me? Whatever. "It's fun, you like it, but you could have gone without it, you know?" she asked, and we nodded. "Next is amazingly awesome. This is what most of us have. You want it, he wants it, it's really, really good, and you have it multiple times in the same night. The last one, which is what you have the eyes for, is fucking fantastic," she stated, looking at me. "Usually, to have this kind, it's a been a while, and well, it's fucking fantastic. Troy Bolton banged the brains out of you last night, and I want to know all about it," she told me, making Taylor laugh, and me look at her with a blank expression.
Sometimes I forget how blunt she can be. There was a bang on the deck behind me, making me jump, and turn around. It was Troy, he climbed up the deck, and jumped over the railing. "Don't do that!" I exclaimed, trying to hit him, but he dodged it.
"I didn't mean to scare you, it's not like we were being quiet," he replied as the guys made their way up the steps.
"Ignore her, Troy, she's just mad because I embarrassed her," Sharpay spoke up.
Troy's hands leaned onto the arm of my chair, and his head was next to mine. "Yeah? What'd you say?" he asked, nuzzling my neck a little.
I glared at her. "If you tell him anything, I swear Sharpay-"
"Chill, G, I'm sure if he knows me well enough, he probably knows how I embarrassed you," she cut me off. "Nice job, by the way," she told him.
"I'm gonna pretend to know what you're all talking about," Chad commented, sitting next to Taylor.
Zeke was checking on Junior. "I know Sharpay well enough to know what they're talking about," he mentioned.
"I know what she's talking about," Troy agreed, moving so he was sitting behind me on the chair. He wrapped his arms around my middle, and I leaned back against him.
"I'm ignoring all of you," I stated, and they laughed. I noticed Greg hadn't said much, and looked over at him. He was staring at me. He didn't even look away when I looked at him. For some reason, the look made me uncomfortable, and I bit my lip. It was intense, it wasn't a friendly stare, it felt like more than that. I didn't like it, so I lowered my eyes, and cuddled back into Troy more. At that moment, I wasn't sure how I felt about Greg.
Here it is. Some of you probably already know what kind of character Greg is going to be. He's def going to stir up trouble, and you probably know what kind.
I will be going more into Greg next chapter, you can count on it. I just thought this would be a good place to stop. I wanted to go into it more, but I'll do that next chapter.
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