Chapter 21! so sorry for the wait! but, hey, i have other stories that i am writing so bear with me here! anyway, i am so sorry that this one is short. But, to make up for it, it has a lot of Troyella in it...sort of. :D any way, please go on reading..and don't forget to RER. (Read, Enjoy, Review)

Chapter 21

The smell of pancakes filled the air, along with Gabriella's humming. She had taken the day off work and had decided to make breakfast-seeing as her alarm clock had gone off at 5:30am and she was already wide awake any way thinking about many reasons why Troy could've come here, and what happened to Celine...not that she minded of course, i mean, Gabriella is the type of a girl who doesn't get mad or gets even or tries revenge; she just plants little seeds in ones mind and leads them around by the nose. She smirked at all times she wanted to do that to Celine, but she felt really horrible at the time that she couldn't. Stupid bitch..., she thought to herself. Whatever happened between them, i hope she rots in hell.

She stuck the spatula under the pancakes and flipped them over one by one. She was concentrating really hard because, the first time she made pancakes was she and Troy had spent the entire night together (A/N: not in that way, get your head out of the gutter!) and the following morning she had decided to surprise him with a homemade breakfast; but, the thing is that it didn't turn out the way she had planned, she burned the pancakes, and when she tried to make more batter out of the mix that was in the open package on the counter, but she just ended up with a castatrophe and batter in dark curls. She smiled at the memory; she rememebed that day perfectly. Maybe because it was perfect...just him and her.

Flashback

"Well,...that didn't work out the way I planned..." said 17 year old Gabriella Montez. The bowl of the pancake batter sat on its side and the whole east wall of the kitchen was covered in the chunky goo. And the ceiling-even though Gabriella has no clue how it got there in the first place-was dripping with the same goo. She put her arms over her chest and she let out an exasperated sigh, "now my surprise for Troy is..ugh!"

"Is that what this was?" a husky voice chuckled, Gabriella whisked around; startled, and put her hand over her heart to calm it. "cause I could've sworn that what you were doing in my kitchen was mixing paint...seeing as how you got it on the wall-" he looked up, and looked back down with a scrunched up face; as if he was trying to contain his laughter- "and..how the hell did you get it on the ceiling!"

Gabriella walked over to her boyfriend for three years, Troy Bolton, and puckered out her bottom lip. "Troy Bolton! That was mean! Gah, I was trying to make you a nice breakfast...and the electric whisk attacks me. I got batter in my hair-stop laughing it's not funny!"

Troy tried to suppress his laughter with coughing, but it was no use; he was doubled over in a fit of coarse laughter. "I'm-sorry-babe-it's just-that...-I..." he couldn't even finish what he was saying he was laughing so hard. Gabriella punched him in the shoulder, sticking her bottom lip out further. "Troy!" she whined.

Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. "It's okay, babe, I know you meant well...I just...think it's best if you don't-"

"cook anything?" she finished for him, looking down at the smiled sheepishly and nodded; she let out a sigh and hung her head lower, "I just wanted to surprise you...you know? With a breakfast. But, I guess that cooking isn't one my 'talents'." she walked to the nearest kitchen stool and sat down, and placed her head on the only area of the countertop that wasn't covered in batter and mix. Troy followed her actions, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and rubbing her back soothingly.

"Hey, hey...Brie, it's okay; like I said...I know you meant well-"

"Yeah, but you aren't the one who wrecked a kitchen..."

"What does that have to do with anything? Brie, it was an accident, that's all it was. Nothing more."

"Really?" she asked, lifting her head up off the counterspace, Troy nodded.

"Yep, now..." he said with a glint in his eyes, "wipe away that frown...or the tickle monster will come after you."

"I'm not afraid of the 'tickle monster'" Gabriella giggled.

"Oh, no?" Troy said, moving closer to her by the centimeter, "you're not afraid are you?"

She shook her head 'no' and began walking away, but Troy grabbed her gently by the wrist and pulled her into him and since he was shirtless (it was how he slept) she felt the sparks that erupted under her skin from the contact. For a moment they only stared in each other's eyes. Brown and blue. With out knowing, they moved closer together, their lips almost touching; then Troy raised his hand and put it on her stomach and began tickling and she began laughing uncontrollably. "Troy stop!"

"Nope!" he said, tickling harder. "not unless you say your very afraid of the tickle monster!"

"N-n-never!"

"Okay then.." he continued tickling until they both on the floor, with him on top of her(A/N: what I like to call, "smoldering sexual tension") then he stopped and once again, they looked in each others eyes, moving their heads closer to another. Eventually, his lips captured hers and she melted into the kiss and raised her hands to trail her fingers through his sandy-colored locks...that actually turned out to be the best moment of her life...

End Of Flashback

"MOM!" yelled Angie, flipping the burning pancakes onto the plate and putting it on the counter, then grabbed the fire extinguisher that was under the sink in the kitchen for emergencies like this.

I know it's kind of short, but its what i got so far, next chapter will be a tad longer. I promise you! Review!

Preview for the next:

Troyella moment-

"I love you Gabriella! I love you!"

she felt her breath hitch..., "w-what?"

"I love you..."

Angie has something special planned-

"Yes, I can totally do the 8:30 slot...tonight? Awesome!"