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Chapter 14

It felt like a dream to both of them. Troy hadn't seen his high school...sweetheart in 11 years, he hoped to god

that he wasn't dreaming; his chest tightened as he felt Gabriella pull away, he didn't know how much he missed her

until she started pulling away from their embrace. He pulled her back towards him, hugging her tightly, also enjoying

how she seems to fit perfectly in his. Like a puzzle that found it's missing piece.

"Troy," Gabriella gasped, trying to pull away, but Troy was holding too tight. she started tapping his arm

frantically, "Troy," she said again. Damn, he was stronger. Is it even possible to get stronger than you already

were?

"What?" he asked, Gabriella could swear she heard his voice crack. His voice was thick with tears that he

would never let fall, Troy Bolton never cried-that Gabriella knew for sure.

"Can't...breath," she gasped deeply, Troy pulled away immediately, he hadn't realized how hard he was

going with the hugging. "Sorry," he said, blushing-Gabriella sure missed how crimson colored his cheeks, and how it

complimented his eyes.

"That's okay..." she said, trying to get her breath back to her lungs, "you're stronger than you used to be." she

commented. He blushed deeper; Gabriella noticed-well, it was hard not to. Troy was sure that Angie would be able to notice

it. "Thanks." he said.

"Ahem." Angie cleared her throat; causing her and Troy to turn towards her, then awkwardly look down at the floor;

suddenly, the tile patterns became very interesting to them both. After several moments passing, Gabriella said: "Angie, I've

been so worr-"

"Band-aid." she said plainly. The look on her face suggests, boredom.

"Huh?"

"Band-aid." she said, pronouncing each letter and syllable slowly and individually, as she held up her bleeding finger,

it was clear to see that she was sucking on the wound. Something that Gabriella thought was unsanitary, and also, became

red in the face to see that her daughter had broken a rule. (A/N: stupid rule, right? I know!) Ever.

"Angelina Anna Maria Montez!" she screamed.

"What?" she was a little startled, but then again, she expected this; she was looking at her mother! not Vanessa

Hudgens!

"What have I told you about sucking your wounds when you get hurt?"

Angie bit in a snicker, trying to keep a sarcastic comment inside. There was no need for her to get into more

trouble, she needed an escape. "Band-aid?" she asked, looking over at Troy. He pointed to the stairway and said, "Bathroom."

"Thank you!" she said, gratefully, as she had made her hasty escape. Troy noticed that, as she was running upstairs,

she had long legs; must be from me, he thought, Gabi has short legs.

Gabriella let out a sigh as she rubbed her temples with her fists, whoever said taking care of an 11 year old was east, she

wanted to personally hunt them down and give them a piece of her mind. Taking care of an 11 year old was just as frustrating

as-

"What are you doing here?" Troy asked; Gabriella turned to him in confusion, but as soon as her eyes met his she felt her

knees go weak. Even after 11 years...,she thought. "What?" she asked, her mouth felt dry and her palms felt sweaty.

"What are you doing here?" Troy repeated.

"Well, I...j-just-"

"Okay!" bounded Angie as she ran down the stairs and ended up powersliding across the foyer's tile. "I feel much better!

let's eat!" Troy and Gabriella stared at each other then at her. Was she bipolar or something? "What are we waiting for, an invita-

tion? let's eat!" she said, as she ran to the dining room.

Gabriella stood there in the foyer awakwardly, and blushed. She wasn't about to invite herself to eat at Troy's house. That

would be imposing. And, it wasn't how she was raised-or how Angie was raised, but she'll deal with her daughter later. Troy cleared his throat,

"would you like to eat with us?"

Gabriella looked up, her face completely flushed, man! Troy had missed seeing that sight."What? oh, um...I c-couldn't-"

"Gabs, its late, come on." his blue eyes seemed to be pleading with her, beggin her to stay. Just like in high school,

she could never resist those eyes, it was if they were hypnotic and he was the magician putting her under his spell.

"O-okay."

30 minutes into the future

The three sat around the kitchen table, they were eating slow; well, except for Angie, she was a quarter of the way done

when they all heard the front door slam and a shrill, high-pitched, tone-deaf voice come through the air to the dining room-along

with the clack of heels on the linoleum floor. "Troysie-Boysie!"

Troy groaned, what was Celine doing here? she was supposed to be at her families house for another three weeks!

she wasn't supposed to be back until after new years. "Well, aren't you going to welcome me home?" again, another silent groan.

This was a total nightmare. Troy turned in his seat with a fake smile on his face, "hi, ...Celine."

Angie nearly choked on her turkey leg, Celine? who the hell was Celine? Angie glared at the red-headed tramp that had

invaded her families perfect evening...although it was also, somewhat, awkward. She could tell who Celine was just by looking at

her. Celine was a grade-A tramp who wanted nothing more than money and Angie already disliked her to an extreme degree.

"Troysie, who are these people?" she gasped before asking another-althought rather stupid-question, "are they rogue fans?"

Celine walked over to Troy and sat precariousily on his lap, nestling herself very provocatively in position. Angie internal hurled.

Dear Diary,

Trouble in the ranks.

Commence operation "stumble",

yeah, I know the name sucks,

but that's beside the point.

The point is to get my dad to

ditch the bitch.

Shouldn't be hard, she has bimbo

written all over her whore-ish body.

Tootles-

Angie.