Thanks for everything. I'm glad you all thought it was a good chapter.
I didn't do the whole talk, because I personally think it would have been repeatative because you all went through it in her head, and all that. I'll sum it up though.
You get a fun chapter before I start some silly drama that will bring us into some real drama. I think things, through! Don't worry, everything has a point!
Sorry this took so long. I'm a little of track with writing right now. I had a couple tests this week, and my birthday, and a bunch of shit like that. Plus, I am writing a new story! Mistake, right? I'm not posting it yet because I know if I do, I'll get too into it. I have about three chapters of it written right now. I am putting Dirty Dancing on hold until I get my head out of my butt and stop writing all these new stories! I will finish it, I just need some time. Don't worry.
Here is the next one.
Review please.
Named Won't Back Down by Tom Petty. Because, Gabi got over all her problems!
"You know," Troy started a little less than three weeks later, but I was barely paying attention. "Hey, look at me, open your eyes," he ordered in a nice voice. "Brie," he said, and pinched my side.
I groaned. "You can't give me five seconds to collect myself? Damn," I commented while opening my eyes to look at him above me. "I mean, you can't just do that, and that well, and expect me to be fully functional afterwards," I mumbled grumpily, annoyed he couldn't give me at least a minute to calm down.
Troy chuckled before beginning to kiss all around my face. "I'm sorry, do you need a minute to right yourself?" he questioned, still kissing me repeatedly anywhere his lips would reach.
I shook my head. "Mm, I think I'm good. You can talk, but I can't guarantee that I'll hear every word," I replied, my hands moving into his hair. Technically, we haven't had sex in three weeks, but that doesn't mean we haven't done other things, if you know what I mean. It's a lot of fun, actually. All this fun didn't even start until about a week and a half ago.
Troy and I talked for a whole day about the incident that Greg caused. It actually felt good to open up. He reassured me that I'm not slutty, I'm sexy, and the fact that I am a friendly, nice person is a good thing. Just because I am nice doesn't mean it's an in for guys to think they can do me. We finally put the blame on the person the blame deserved to be on, Greg, not ourselves. Troy told me that I'm not weak, I'm strong for my size, it's just that Greg was stronger, and that's not my fault. I still thought I should be prepared in case something should happen. Troy said nothing would happen, but agreed to get me into lifting weights with him once in a while downstairs so I could bulk up a little. Not total bulk up like some female Hulk, just to get stronger than I am now.
We discussed my dreams, and how my inner battles usually influence them, which is why they've been all scary. I knew that, already, I can put two and two together. Talking with Troy helped with the dreams alone. The night we talked, when I fell asleep, I had the same Greg dream, only somewhere along the line, Greg turned into Troy, then it wasn't so scary anymore. Actually, after it turned into Greg, the dream was a lot of fun.
We talked over Troy's issues, too, with him feeling bad he brought Greg into our lives. I reminded him I don't blame him, I never did. After we talked about it for a while, he felt better. When he went back to work (he only missed two days), Vince stayed with me during the night shifts. During the day, I had friends. Sharpay was always busy with Junior, who I was happy to play with when she accidentally feel asleep on the couch after she got here. Taylor was busy planning the wedding, which was finally dated for April. I hung out with my sisters, along with nieces and nephews. I hung with my brother's for a little while, too. Allie and Lucas are finally a couple, I am proud to say. So, the only single brother I have is Alex, I think. I don't know anymore, he's having girl issues. Speaking of, hopefully AJ is still a virgin.
In short, things have been okay for the last two weeks after Troy and I sorted everything out to get back on track. Especially recently after I surprised him in the shower with a little, um, gift I guess you could call it. That is how this whole anything but actual sex started. It's like we're teenagers again, sending naughty texts to each other, and even a photo or two, that if he did not erase I was going to kill him.
"Anyways," Troy went on, resting his forehead on mine. "I was thinking, when we got together, we jumped into the sex after only a month," he was saying.
"Oh, really, I didn't realize," I joked, cutting him off.
He glared. "And, before that, all we did, or really, all that I did was get up your shirt," he said, making me nod in agreement. "It's not that we don't have foreplay, we do, but we missed the whole stage where all you do is foreplay. You know sex with you is indescribably phenomenal, but I've been thinking that it kind of sucks we missed out on that stage," he finished.
"If you're saying that you want to spend the next couple months doing nothing but foreplay, I might have some problems," I stated, causing him to smile. "Especially after I've had the real thing for how many years now?" I continued to ramble along. "Wait, is me saying that I don't want to do just foreplay anymore mean I'm ready to make love again?" I questioned myself. I pulled his lips against mine so I could start to kiss him.
We pulled away a few moments later. His lips began traveling down my neck. "Well, are you going to answer the question?" he asked, his lips grazing over one of my special spots. I have two.
"Mm-hm, I think I am," I finally said, moving my head to this side to do it again.
"After I get this big epiphany on how I'm good with where we are now, you're ready?" he questioned, no hint of anger in his voice whatsoever.
I smiled a little. "Yep," I assured him. "Besides, if we're gonna have a baby, we're gonna have to do the big 'it' Troy," I reminded him.
He pulled away from my neck. "You still want to have a baby right now?" he asked, pushing hair off my face.
"Of course I do, it's with you," I answered truthfully. "But I don't think it'll be right now, we still have to have sex a lot to get me pregnant, which will make me miserable for nine months, then we'll have the baby," I teased him.
He smiled wide. "Sounds perfect," he murmured before kissing me.
"Does that mean you're okay with more than just foreplay?" I wondered, slightly joking. He better be okay with it.
"I don't think there is a guy who would have a problem with it," he replied, and I rolled us over.
"Just because I'm okay with everything now, doesn't mean we have to stop," I mumbled against his neck as I kissed my own way down it.
I felt Troy chuckle while his hand entangled in my hair. "Yep," he agreed, and lightly pulled on me so my face was in front of his. "I can't believe we forgot how fun it was," he commented.
"We didn't forget, it's just that a lot of time, we got right to the point, if you know what I mean," I corrected. "But, we're married now, we're trying to have a baby, we have all the time in the world," I went on.
Troy pulled my lips down to his, and we spent a while not getting to the point before finally getting there.
How could I be so stupid? I literally was mentally challenged to think I could pull this off. "Baby, get up," Troy ordered the next morning, sick of my teenage game.
"Troy, sweetie, five more minutes," I whined into my pillow the next morning. How the hell did I think I could stay up almost all night making love with my husband, when the first day of school was the next morning?
"Gabriella Carmen Bolton," he started to scold, and I couldn't help but smile. "If you do not get your pretty little ass up in two seconds, I will throw you in the shower," he informed me.
I snuggled further down into my pillow. "Why are you awake, and showered, and dressed, and nice?" I questioned, holding the blankets close against me.
"Because I'm a fireman," he answered. Yeah, because that explains so much. "Gabriella, it's seven forty five," he added, making me shoot up in bed to look over at the clock. Seven o' clock, barely. Liar!
"Liar!" I accused, and that made Troy laugh at me.
He walked over so he could sit down on my side of the bed. He pulled me into a kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You, my own little Mrs, will be getting in the shower, and getting ready. I'm gonna make breakfast, and drive you to work. Chad is bringing you home," he told me, and kissed me one more time.
"Oooh, carpool," I said, and picked up my black silky robe to put on so I wouldn't be late to work, even if it would be worth it.
I showered kinda fast, and dressed in a strapless white summer dress that stopped right at my knees. It fit me nicely, but not too tightly. I put on a pair of black high heeled boots that stopped right below my knee and were laced up the front. Those took me five minutes per foot. I put on a black half-sweater that cut off a little after my boobs, and had three quarter length sleeves to finish off the outfit. I did my make up lightly, and left my hair curly. When I went downstairs, I could smell bacon cooking, and eggs, too. Go me for getting a guy who can cook, go Sharpay too, for that matter. Poor Taylor.
"You look pretty, as usual," Troy mentioned from the stove he had just turned off as I entered the kitchen.
I smiled sweetly while leaning against the entryway. "Thank you," I responded, and took the coffee he handed me. "You're perfect," I mumbled after swallowing the hot liquid.
"I try," he told me before kissing me. "So, I have bacon, eggs, and toast here, along with the rest of the sausage we had, so eat up," he demanded, handing me a plate so I could gather up what I wanted. Troy and I enjoyed breakfast together, and talked about what he was going to do all day. Mainly, fix my car so I won't have any problems with it for a while, and when I eventually do, maybe I'll want a new car. Troy's thoughts, not mine. Plus, he was going to have a few of the guys over.
"What are you laughing about?" I asked Troy as he drove up to the school.
He shrugged. "Last year, you were so nervous about starting school, and this year were fine," he started, and I nodded. "Well, look at Chad," he directed, and waved a hand toward our best friend who was leaning against his Jeep, looking nervous. He looked so unChad, too. He was wearing a red pin-striped shirt, with black slacks, and black sneakers (he does work in a gym), and his hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. He was twirling his keys around on his finger.
"Oh, my God," I gasped, getting out of the car, and he glared at me. "What's up, Doc?" I joked, and practically skipped towards him. I reached out to play with his hair, and he ducked.
"Don't," he warned, pointing at me. "Taylor made me, don't worry, the 'fro will be present tomorrow," he assured me.
I laughed, and looked him up and down. "You look all nice, buddy," I complimented.
"Yeah, did your mommy dress you?" Troy questioned, finally making his way towards us. "And, do your hair?" he asked.
Chad glared for real at Troy. "No, I did that myself," he said with a mean look. "At least I got the adequate amount of sleep last night, Miss Eye Bags," he stated.
I gasped again. "That's Mrs to you, Mister. How the hell do you know what we did last night?" I wondered, putting my hands on my hips.
"Look at his face," Chad answered, pointing towards Troy, who was smiling bashfully.
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, babe, you should be proud it shows," he stated.
"Chad, is that you?" Kara asked, walking up to us, and tried to hold back a laugh.
Chad groaned. "I hate all of you," he informed us, and we all laughed.
"Come on, we should get inside, buses will be getting here in, like, ten minutes," I reminded all of them, then turned towards Troy. "Thanks for the ride," I muttered as I looped my arms around his neck.
"Back at you," he replied, and I held back another eye roll. He kissed me a for a few moments. "I'll see you when you get home," he told me, holding me against him. "But, you might hear from me throughout the day," he added.
I grinned. Yay, naughty text messages! "You better not tell Tommy, and if you didn't delete those pictures-" I started to say, but he kissed me.
"I love you, and chill, I did," he told me. "Call me before your meeting," he said, and kissed me again.
"Hello, do you want the students to see you making out with your husband?" Kara questioned from behind us.
Troy and I pulled away. "I love you, too," I told him, and he let go of me to begin to walk away. "Wait," I pulled on his hand, and kissed him one more time. "Sorry, I needed one more," I offered, and let him go. He smiled, letting me go, and said something under his breath.
The day seemed to go by fast, almost all my new students had either heard of me, or wanted me as a teacher, so they were happy to be there. I'm a popular teacher. I did the same thing I did last year on the first day, gave the syllabus lecture, then the asking questions game. I had my family living class sixth, right before lunch. And, AJ and Dylan were in it. Yay me. Sadly, I was late to sixth period. I was in the faculty lounge, I had to tell Kara something. Something I soon forgot when Troy texted me, and I, well, forgot. Let's leave it at that.
I walked in a minute after the bell rang, and all the seniors were looking at me funny. "What? Teachers can be late, too," I told them, and they chuckled.
"Hi, Mrs. B!" Dylan greeted from the back row. I smiled at him. "How's Mr. B. I was at the wedding you know," he said to everyone.
I was about to answer, when the door opened, and AJ walked in. "Why are you late, Mr?" I questioned, stopping him.
"I got lost?" he tried, making his friends laugh.
"Eh," I croaked like a buzzer. "Try again," I ordered.
"My locker was stuck," he went on.
I shook my head. "Last chance to fess up," I offered.
"I was walking Mandy to class," he confessed, and the guys all made cat-calls, while the girls 'aw'ed'.
"Bing, bing, bing!" I exclaimed, smiley. "I'll let you off this once, but you're late again, and I'll call your mother," I faked a threat.
"Isn't that your mom?" someone in the class asked.
I nodded. "Yep, and she loves me," I answered.
"She loves me, too. Can I sit now?" AJ wondered.
"Uh huh, right up front next to me," I suggested, gesturing my hands towards the empty desk right up from and center. He shrugged, and sat down. "Alright, for those who don't know me, that's your loss," I started. "I'm Mrs. Bolton, AKA Miss Montez from last year. I got married over the summer, and yes, Dylan was there," I confirmed, and he nodded, while everyone else laughed. "It wasn't my choice, but," I joked, and he faked sadness. "Oh, and yes, AJ is my brother, but that doesn't mean he won't fail this class if he doesn't do well, he knows that."
"If you call a D in English last year 'knowing that', then yeah," AJ spoke up.
"I told you to do the book report!" I insisted. He leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. "This is your family living class, so be happy you got me, because I don't know squat," I told them, throwing papers down on AJ's desk. "Pass those out, please," I asked nicely.
"Why do I have to do it?" AJ questioned, whining.
I shrugged. "Because I told you to, and you're right in front of me, and you were late," I listed off. He groaned, and passed out the syllabuses. "Really, I don't know much about this whole family living. I don't cook, I don't do the banking in my house, and I don't have a baby yet," I went on. "Really, I don't do the banking. My husband does, his mom worked for this bank, so he knows all about this stuff. Don't tell anyone, but he helped me make this thing," I admitted, holding up the paper. "So, in short, pay attention in here, or marry someone who did."
I went over what the class would entail quickly while joking around. "Mrs. B! Oh! Oh! Over here!" Dylan called from the back of the room with his arm up, and AJ laughed in front of me, knowing his best friend is an idiot.
"What, Dylan?" I questioned, crossing my legs while sitting on the desk. "Coach Danforth told me to ask you who your best friend is," he informed me.
I chuckled. "Tell him that if he keeps being mean like he was this morning, it won't be him for much longer," I answered.
"You know the new coach?" a jock asked, seriously interested. Did they not attend the charity game last year?
I nodded. "Been best friends most my life," I said with a nod. "And, he's been my husband's best friend his whole life. When I went to middle school, a bunch of my friends and I kind of formed this little group that we kept together all through high school, and college, and even now. So, it is possible to keep friends past high school. Anyways, so yeah, we've all been best friends," I told them. "Of course two live in New York now, but, that happens. Anyways, I've been trying to make a tradition that on the first day of school, I let my students ask appropriate questions about me, only if I get to ask one about them if I want. Any takers?" I questioned. "Oh, and tell me your name when you do if I don't know you."
Someone raised their hand, and I called on them. "I'm Farrah," she introduced herself. "How long have you and your husband been together? I mean, you said you formed the group in middle school, was he a part of that group?" she asked.
"You have a boyfriend, Farrah?" I wondered, and she nodded, blushing a little, too. I could tell she was apart of the cool crowd. "Troy, that's my husband, moved away when we were little, so I didn't know him then, but he moved back junior year of high school, and he fit in with our group, especially since he was still friends with Coach Danforth. We got together junior year, and well, we're married now," I told her, and she smiled at this. "But, we went to colleges across the country from each other, and broke up halfway during college. As soon as I graduated, he dropped out after we broke up, we got back together, and married last summer," I finished.
"Didn't that suck, though?" Farrah asked. "If you hadn't gone to different colleges, you wouldn't have broken up," she reminded me.
I nodded. "True, but he was my first actual steady boyfriend, and when we broke up, I was heartbroken," I went on. "Sorry, guys, for having to listen to girl talk, I'll pick on a boy next, promise," I apologized, making them all laugh. "But, I had gotten to live the single life, which was something I never really got before because in high school you still have restrictions. This doesn't mean you should go party, and sleep around, that is a big no no, trust me. Anyways, I got to know what it was like, and when I moved back after graduation, we got right back together, and we're happy as ever. The time apart sucked, but it was needed, even if we didn't break up right then, something like that probably would have happened so I could know he was the one for me, and so we could both grow. Now, any guy have a question?"
I called on one. "I'm Dustin, and your husband is Troy Bolton, the leading high scorer, right?" he asked.
"That's him!" I gushed, and AJ shook his head at me. "He didn't go pro, though, obviously. He found out that life wasn't for him, even though totally could have, but he became a firefighter instead. It's what almost all the men in his family had been, and he loves it just like they did," I explained.
"He ever get hurt?" Dustin questioned.
I stuck my tongue out in a disgusted voice. "Yes, it sucks. He broke his tailbone last year. That's the one thing that sucks about marrying a firefighter, the worry," I stated. AJ raised his hand. "What?"
"Oh, you're so nice," he commented. "Hypothetically, if you had a brother-"
"I have six," I cut him off.
"I know, you have a younger brother-"
"I have three," I interrupted again.
"I know! Geez. Let's say he got in trouble, and got stuck babysitting his gazillion nieces and nephews, like, forever would you maybe want to take them once in a while so he could have a life and show up to your class on time instead of spending time with the girlfriend he misses?" he finally finished.
I put a thoughtful face on. "Ah, let me think about it, no," I answered.
"Why?" he asked, his face falling to the desk. "I tried to sneak out of my balcony once, and she caught me, so now I can't leave the house without a munchkin attached to my arm," he whined.
"Tried?" I repeated. "How hard can it be? I did it forever, and never got caught," I laughed.
"It's your fault!" he went on. "Because you did it, and didn't get caught, and I did once, and got caught, I can't leave the house," he said, and picked his head up. "I blame you."
I laughed again. "Not my problem. Next?" I asked just as the bell rang, and everyone started to get up. "Alright, get that paper signed for Monday, and a binder, other than that, you're good," I shouted out as they left.
The first day was fun, and entertaining, but long. Oh, so long. I had hardly any sleep last night, too. Bummer. I need a nap, a nap that will last until tomorrow morning. I walked into my house, waving Chad off as he drove away to get home to Taylor so they could talk, and dropped all my crap. Troy was in the living room, so I walked down the three steps to the dining room, and went to him. I collapsed on the couch with my legs in his lap.
"Hey, babe. Good first day?" Troy questioned, his eye on the video game he was playing.
I nodded. "Sleepy," I mumbled against the couch pillow before nuzzling it like it was a human.
"Dude, she's out," Tommy commented with laughter.
I ignored him happily. I don't care what he says, I am out, I am tired. I felt something on my feet. "Whatada ya doin'?" I asked Troy while cracking an eye open.
"Taking your shoes off so when you move you don't damage my goods," he answered, pulled a boot off. I shrugged, then closed my eyes. "Hey, you never texted me back," he added, picking up his controller again.
I smiled, remembering the text. "I kno' I was busy," I muttered in reply.
"Oh, yeah?" he questioned and tickled my side, making me squeal.
"Troy, don't. I'm too tired to fight you off," I told him, rolling over onto my back.
He smiled. "That's the perfect timing then," he stated, tickling me again.
"Troy!" I squeaked, inching away from him. "Stop! I'm this tired because of you," I said, throwing the blanket that was on the arm rest over my body.
"Fine, but only because I slept for a while myself today," he informed me, and I smiled lightly, my eyes slowly slipping closed.
When I woke later, the t.v. was off, everything was off, and my dress was twisted all around my body. I sat up, ran a hand through my hair, then looked around. It was dark with no Troy. I stood to correct my dress when I felt something on my chest. A Post-It. I guess we'll always leave Post-It's stuck to each other. That's so cute, I know.
'You looked too comfy to wake up. I'm in the garage. Love, Troy' the note said in his scrawly handwriting. I smiled to myself before making my way down to the garage. The hood of my car was up with Troy's head underneath it. The garage door was closed, and Tommy was no where in sight.
"I thought you were going to work on my car today, not tonight," I spoke up, making Troy's head pop up from under the hood.
"Good thing I'm about done, then, huh?" he questioned, smiling at me, then his head went under the hood again. I went over to sit in the chair next to him. I passed the car window in my way, and gasped in a very girlie way before I made my way there. My hair was like a mountain growing on my head.
"Whoever said curly thick hair was sexy needs to actually have to maintain it," I mumbled grumpily, opening the door so I could grab the brush I keep in the dash.
The hood to the car closed, so I could now see Troy clearly. He was wiping off his hands while I dragged the brush through my hair. It hurt. "I think it's sexy," he reminded me, cleaning his hands off in the sink that was there. Yes, the garage has a sink. "Even like that," he added, drying his hands off a few moments after.
I grunted through a rough not. "You also think it's sexy when I yawn. You're biased," I stated, throwing the brush back in the car. "My car fixed?" I wondered, leaning against the door as he walked over to me.
"For now," he answered, pushing my now puffy hair behind my ear. "And, I told you, you can't tell anyone I think it's sexy when you yawn. I'm whipped, but I don't want them to think I am that whipped. It's just adorable when you yawn. You make this soft squeaky noise like a squirrel," he told me.
I crinkled my noise. "If you think squirrels are cute, then I might be okay with you comparing me to one," I replied, grabbing a hold of his greasy shirt.
"I didn't compare you to one. I compared your noise to one," he corrected, wrapping his arms around me.
I smiled before giving him a peck on the lips. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how dirty are you?" I questioned him. "Ten being grossly dirty, and one being squeaky clean," I added so he knew what number to say.
He didn't question why I asked. "I'd say a four, a three or two if I took these clothes off. I only wear them when I am fixing your car," he responded.
"I wanted to know because I want a bath, and I wanted to know how disgusting you are so I could ask you to join me or not," I informed him, and he 'ah'ed. I nodded. "So, you want to join?" I asked.
He grinned. "Hell yeah."
I was nestled back against Troy more than an hour and a half later. My hair was still wet, but I didn't want to deal with it, so it was draped over one of my shouders, drenching the shirt I was wearing. Troy's shirt. I was sitting in between his legs, giggling because he was kissing my neck still. He never stops. It's not like I was stopping him, though. It felt good, it always does.
"Troy, that's not fair," I insisted, melting back against him.
His arms tightened around my middle. "Yes, it is," he repeated, nuzzling my neck now.
I shook my head. "If we have a girl, she can date when he is fourteen, that's the end of it. I was allowed when I was fourteen. It's just that my brother's didn't let me," I told him, playing with the hem of his black and red baskeball shorts he was wearing with a white wifebeater. I'm wearing one of his work shirts, nothing else, well, underwear. I was going to put on short shorts, but Troy wouldn't let me, stating no one was going to come over, so I didn't have to wear any. Technically, the delivery man is on his way here, but I lost anyways.
He moved away from my neck. "I don't care. Your brother's let you date me, and look where that lead," he replied.
"A happy marriage?" I responded, laughing at him.
He shook his head. "No. Okay, yeah, but it also lead to sex a month later. No way is my baby girl losing 'it' when she is fourteen. There is no way she is losing it at all in my life time. I'm sorry, her life is going to suck until I die, but that is that it has to be," he told me.
"That's not fair!" I said again. "If we have a boy first, you'll let him date at, like, twelve. Then, you'll agree with him when he doesn't want his little sister to date," I informed him.
"So?" Troy questioned, and I made a mean face.
"You're being sexist, Troy Bolton!" I accused, turning a little so I could see him.
He laughed out loud. "Me? All I am doing is protecting my daughters, every father in America would agree with me," he stated. "I don't care who the dude is, my baby is not dating him," he went on. I know he only said that because ever since we deicided to have a baby, Sharpay is on us to a have a girl to marry Junior.
"Even your godson?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Sharpay and Zeke made Troy and I the godparents. There was this whole fight on who to make the godparents, me and Troy, Chad and Taylor, or Ryan and Kelsi. I'm not sure of their reasoning, but we were chosen, and they said their next kid's godparents will be Ryan and Kelsi, then Chad and Taylor.
"Especially him!" Troy confirmed, making me laugh. "That little dude is the coolest kid I know, my daughter is not dating him! I refuse to have my baby's innocence stolen by a Baylor-Evans child," he told me.
I shook my head. "I thought I knew you," I sighed dramatically, letting my head drop.
"And, I thought you were reasonable," he replied.
I peered up at him and smiled. "We're going to be wonderful parents," I stated.
Troy smiled, and nodded. "I can't wait."
I was about to reply, when the phone rang. Troy answered it. "Hey, Mama," he greeted after seeing the caller ID. "She did?" he asked, giving me a weird look. He let out a breath while listening to her speak. I waited for him to get off the phone to ask questions. It wasn't a long phone call. "I know, love you, too, Ma," he told her before hanging up.
"What's going on?" I wondered, running my hands through his hair because I know he likes it.
He pulled me closer. "I'm a big brother," he answered. I made a 'o' out of my lips. "He was born this morning, he has dark hair, and blue eyes. He's eight pounds eight ounces," he went on. "My mom went and saw him after my dad called her," he explained.
"He called her?" I questioned, making Troy nod.
"He didn't say much, apparently. Just that he was born," he told me. "I guess he's not going to call me," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
I removed his hands from his face so I could hug him. "When we have a baby, you're going to want to call him," I said in his ear, holding him tight.
"Yeah, how messed up is that?" he wondered, his face at my neck.
"It's not messed up," I corrected, running my hands across his back. "It makes you a better man. You are a better man."
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I didn't think it was possible to get grounded after you graduated from college. Or, moved out. Or, got married for that matter. But, I am. I got into a fight with my mom, accidentally. She sent me upstairs, telling me I was grounded. AJ isn't even home, so I guess that means it's alright I'm in his/my room. My mom let him have an hour of freedom, which means he flew the coup to run to Mandy's.
Troy would be here to help me, but he went to Gavin's for a little bit today. He needed to talk to him about Jack. I've talked to him about it, he's talked to me about it, we did the whole sharing thing, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't feel bad about it. It hurts him. It's Sunday, family day, he knows that, he'll be here soon. Gavin's wise for his age, and because of that, Troy turns to him a lot. It's alright, I'm glad he has friend's like that.
With my boredom, I was snooping through AJ's things. His latest thing? Photos. A lot are of him and Mandy kissing. I was cringing at another when the door opened. "I heard you were grounded," he stated, walking in. "Welcome to Groundville. The mayor is my dad, the judge is our mother, and we're the only two residents," he welcomed me as he walked over to the bed.
I laughed. "Thanks, I've been a resident before," I assured him when he ripped the photos from my hands. "How's Mandy?" I asked, making a silly smile cross his face. "Aw, young love, I remember that," I cooed.
"So, teach, what do you wanna do?" AJ asked, plopping down on the bed with me. "Thanks for giving me a seat in the front of the room, by the way," he added, turning on the t.v.
I shrugged. "Picking on you passes the time," I sighed, leaning back on the bed. "Troy isn't answering his phone," I whined, checking my phone for the tenth time. "Stupid boy talk."
AJ chuckled. "How did you get grounded anyways?" he wondered, stopping on Cops. I grimaced.
"It's-" I stopped when my phone rang. "Troy!" I squealed, answering happily.
He laughed. "Hey, baby," he greeted. "What's up? You called six times," he informed me.
"I don't care. I'm kinda grounded, so if you want to have a baby with me, you might want to unground me," I told him.
"What? Did you just say you're grounded?" he questioned, holding back a laugh.
I nodded with a frown he couldn't see. "Yes," I confirmed. "My dad spilled the beans about him and Mom," I tried to explain. "Now. You have to come here, reason with my mother, and release me," I ordered him. AJ was practically giggling, listening to me.
Troy chuckled. "I'll see what I can do. I'm almost there," he replied. "Love you."
"Love you, too, " I responded. "Remind her you're a firefighter, you save peoples lives, and you'll be the father of-"
"Brie, I can handle it," he assured me.
I rolled my eyes, "Okay. Bye," I said before hanging up.
"What beans did Carlos spill?" AJ wondered.
Before I could answer, the door opened. Dylan came in. "Mrs. B!" he exclaimed excitedly, and jumped on the bed. "Hey, bud," he greeted AJ.
"How did you get in here?" AJ asked, happy his BFF was here.
"Yo momma let me in," he answered, picking up the photos I was looking at earlier. "Hey, do you still have that naked-"
"Dylan!" AJ cut him off, clearing his throat. I gave him a suspicious glance. "It's nothing," he assured me, punching Dylan in the shoulder.
Dylan rubbed his arm. "I saw Mr. B pulling up when I came in," he told me.
I sat up. "Really? Did you look determined, brave, and hell-bent in saving me?" I wondered. "You can call us Troy and Gabriella when we're not in school," I added.
"I like this better," Dylan stated, smiling. "And, I dunno," he answered.
I huffed. "You're no use to me," I mumbled, leaning back on the headboard. Then, a loud voice was heard downstairs, along with a bang, and running. "Uh oh," I mentioned.
The door opened, revealing the sad husband of mine. "I'm grounded," he admitted, closing the door behind him.
"Welcome to Groundville. The residents now estimate to three," I muttered as Troy climbed into bed next to me.
"It's not that bad, you're here," Troy commented, sitting next to me. "Hey, Age," he greeted AJ. Dylan looked disappointed. "Dylan."
AJ smiled wide. "Hey, Troy," he repeated back to him.
"You're smiling funny," Troy stated, eyeing our little brother. "We will be talking later," he told him, pointing at him.
"I don't get it," I spoke up, resting on Troy's shoulder. "And, I don't want to. How the hell are we going to get Mami to let us go home?" I asked into his shoulder. "It's not even our fault! She yelled at me in Spanish, did she yell at you in Spanish?" I questioned Troy.
His arms wrapped around me. "Uh huh. I'm glad I don't know the language, I might be insulted right now," he replied. Troy started laughing.
I removed my head from his shoulder. "Why are you laughing?" I wondered, confused. Is he in the same situation I am right now?
He continued to laughed. "Because," he started to answer. "Listen to this. My mom and your dad are dating," he said. "And, my dad just had a kid, with a new wife I didn't even know about until about two months ago, a wife who is barely older than me," he went on. "And, your mother grounded us," he finished. I started to laugh, too.
"Wait, what?" AJ asked, confused now. "Carlos is dating who? And, you have a new sibling?" he questioned.
Troy and I finished laughing a few moments later. "My mom is dating her dad," he answered. "My dad impregnated, then proceeded to marry a twenty four year old, giving me a new sibling. A brother," he told him.
"And, we're grounded, twenty three, and married," I commented.
Dylan was holding back laughs. "I thought my parents were screwed up," he managed to get out. "You two are siblings!" he exclaimed, looking at us.
"First of all, no they're not. Second of all, your parents are messed up. Third of all, none of this leaves the room. Got it Dilly?" AJ threatened him.
He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he agreed. "You have to admit, it is weird, though," he added.
"That's true," AJ had to admit.
"We know that," Troy mumbled.
I climbed over Troy to get off the bed. "F this," I stated. "I climbed down that balcony more times that I can count because I can count the number of days on my fingers that I slept alone senior year," I told them. "It's not my fault you fell, AJ but I won't. I'm almost twenty four, I'm married, I'm trying to get pregnant, with the help of you, of course," I gestured towards Troy, who grinned. "I will not let my five foot three mother ground me!" I ranted. "Damn her for being taller than me!" I added.
"That's kinda hott, ya know?" Troy asked, getting of the bed. "So, I'm with you," he joined in.
"I am sooo watching," AJ smiled, getting up with us.
I ignored him, and left the room through the balcony doors. I heard playing in the yard, my siblings, but no Mami. I took off my shoes, and handed them to Troy. "It's like riding a bike," I muttered to myself, grabbing ahold of a branch. I easily navigated my way down the tree, jumping down onto the ground, surprising my family at the bottom. "Hey," I greeted, fixing my clothes just as Troy jumped down next to me.
"Can you teach me to do that?" AJ called down, throwing my shoes to Troy, who then gave them to me.
"What will I get out of it?" Troy yelled up, letting me hold onto him to put my shoes back on.
"I knew you would climb down the tree!" my mother exclaimed, coming out of the house.
I hid behind Troy. "Oh, thanks," he mumbled.
"Oh, you can run into burning buildings but not face your mother in law?" I wondered sarcastically, peering over his shoulder.
"I really wish you would stop holding my profession against me," he replied, making my siblings laugh. "And, yes, she scares me," he added as my mother strode towards us.
My insides started to shake. "Just so you know, I love you, and I did steal your hideous orange shirt because you look gross in it," I confessed.
"I knew it!" he said, turning to me.
"Well, I'm sorry, orange is not your color, okay?" I informed him.
"That doesn't matter! You shouldn't steal my clothes!" he insisted.
I put my hands on my hips. "I won't steal your clothes when you finally come clean about ripping my favorite bra, and hiding it in the bottom of your closet," I replied.
"Fine! I ripped it, while taking it off you, don't forget that part. I knew you'd be mad, so I hid in the closet. Happy?" he asked.
"No!" I responded. "And, why the hell do you hide it in a closet. It's a closet, you know I'll go in there," I reminded him. It turned to my mother. "And, you. We didn't tell you because we figured Papi or Lucy should tell you, seeing as it was their relationship. It wasn't like we had input, they told us after they got together, and only because we're married. Don't think we think it's weird knowing our parents are dating?" I questioned her. "If you're mad at them, yell at them, don't ground us!"
"Are you really mad about the bra?" Troy questioned, sincerely curious.
I shrugged. "You never wear that shirt again I won't be," I answered.
"Deal," he agreed, pulling me against him.
Sorry it took so long. Oh, and in the end, Maria decided to be mad at Lucy and Carlos.
I'm excited to start the next one. You'll get it sometime this next week coming up.
Review please.
-- Kayleigh