Chapter 5
"Angelina Ballerina!" chuckled Angie's grandpa, "haven't seen you in years!"
"Months grandpa," Angie said, holding a giggle inside and rolling her eyes, "I saw you
On summer vacation, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." he laughed again. "where's your mother?"
"The cab, trying to break a twenty." Okay, sometimes Angie can be overdramatic when saying things. Because, when she pointed out her mother, she was just pulling out the luggage of the trunk. But, her
Grandpa got her sense of humor. Because she had her dad's sense of humor.
"That girl," he said as he shook his head, although the smile never left. "you go on in, I'll help
Your mom."
"Okay, grandpa."
With Troy-sitting at the counter, eating.
"Troy, I am sorry for running out on you when it's so close to Christmas but-"
"Celine, I already told you, it's fine." said Troy, with a mouthful of sandwich, "plus, he's your dad."
"You're going to be alone though." Celine said, her bottom lip sticking out and beginning to quiver; on most days she reminded Troy of the ice queen of East High, Sharpay Evans; to stop her quivering lip, Troy only did what came naturally. Right on cue, he laid his mouth upon hers. "Relax," he said, "I'll be fine."
A smile crept on Celine's face. "You're the best fiancée ever!" she jumped down from the stool and went to the bedroom to grab the already packed suitcase. The thought of going to visit her sick father on Christmas was depressing, but she already said yes, and also wanted to share with parents her next big "investments".
"I'll see you in 3 weeks Troysie-boysie!" she yelled as she slammed the front door.
"Bye." Troy said to the empty house. He stared down at the crumbs on his plate before sighing deeply.
End of Troy
"Angelina!" Gabriella called, "Stay out of the ocean!"
Jeez, mom. She thought to herself, "Yes, mom!" Gabriella sighed heavily as she sat down on the multi-colored towel with her dad. "Dad?"
Mister Montez coughed twice and cleared his throat once before answering. "Yes, mija?"
Gabriella looked down at the towels frayed edge as she asked, "who do you think Angie looks like more? Me or…T-Troy?"
"Hard to tell," he said simply, "she has his eyes that's for sure." a grin-small as it may be-lit up Gabriella's face. "I know."
"and his personality and sense of humor."
"I know that too." she said lightly.
The elder Montez couldn't stand to his only daughter like this. He could tell that she was still in love with her daughter's father. He had to do something. And, something he shall do; he was more clever than his family gave him credit for.
The crack of his knees broke the heavy silence that had come to hang between him and his angelita. "Dad? Where are you going?" Gabriella asked, concern written all over her face.
"No need to worry, mi angelita," he said as he offered her his hand. "I just want to take you to the ice cream shop that I've ever been to, they have the best ice cream that I've ever tasted."
Gabriella giggled. "But, what about Angelina? I just ca-"
"She'll be fine, she's a bright girl." he said as he slid on his sandals.
"Okay." she said, as she bent down to pick up the towels and her book, "Just let me make sure Angie has her cell phone on her."
"Okay, angelita, I'll be in the car."
"Okay, dad."
Dear diary,
This can't be good.
Tootles-
Angie 3.