Dear Diary

~Chapter 24~

By the time the trio got into the apartment, Angie was asleep in Troy's arms. Her hands curled up against her abdomen, and tiny snores escaping her mouth; she had had a long day. She didn't even change her clothes; Jason had offered a ride-after Sharpay demanded that he offer one. However, Troy and Gabriella both declined and just accepted for taking a cab and paying cab fare. They were home in less than two hours because the traffic had gotten lighter as the night grew late. Both parents were thankful. "Her room is on the left; across from mine." Gabriella said, shutting the door to the apartment, in a hushed voice while leading Troy to Angie's bedroom.

"She certainly surprised us, huh?" Troy said, shoving the door open with his shoulder and walking into her room; only to find that her walls were completely covered in pictures of him. Pictures and posters of him when he was on the lakers and then the oldest picture was the East High wildcats teamphoto-his head was circled in sharpie. Then, the basketball pictures disappeared on the west wall of the room; that wall was covered in just random magazine photos of him, and the two movie posters that he helped design a while back. He was torn between feeling happy that his daughter had actually cared for him while he was...well, not in her life; or, totally creeped out that she has turned into a stalker of some kind.

"Kind of weird isn't it Troy?" Gabriella said, coming up behind him and pulling back the covers on her daughters bed-which, of course, had his face on it. "I keep asking her why she has all of this, or why she insists on having it and she just says that it makes feel closer to her dad..." she droned off when she saw Troy staring at her. "What?" she asked, wrapping her arms around her waste.

Troy shrugged and went the two feet to Angie's bed and put her down, then he pulled the covers up to her shoulders and tucked her in. "Nothing," Troy said when he was finished, he walked silently out of the room. Trying not to wake his daughter. "I was just...uh...well, I was jus-" he was interrupted when Gabriella wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a light kiss on his lips, when she pulled away, she smiled and giggled at his shocked expression. It took him a few minutes to gain his words back.

"What was that for?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waste and pulling her towards him slightly. "I don't take pity kisses..." he teased.

"What? Troy Bolton? I do not give pity kisses!" she teased back, a secretive smile forming on her lips and her fingers twisting themselves in his hair; pulling his face down sever so slightly.

"Well, then," he whispered, staring into her eyes and then moving them down to stare at her lips; as if he were asking permission. Just like he did in high school. "I guess, I need to give you something..."

Her smile grew bigger, "and what would that be...wildcat?"

"Ooh, 'wildcat' haven't been called that in a long, long, while...what brought this attitude on?" he tightened his grip on her and walked her slowly to the wooden door across from Angie's. Her back hit the door gently and Troy moved his hand and put it on the door knob. He twisted it, and a second before opening Gabriella said "well, I just thought that-" she was interrupted when Troy planted a kiss on her lips. It was gentle, it was rough, it was passionate. And most of all it was warm and inviting. That was what Gabriella missed the most about Troy's kisses.

He flung the door open, and it hit the wall. But, neither Troy nor Gabriella jumped apart to awknowledge it. They continued walking further into the room, when they were passed the door, Troy swung out his foot and closed the door. Gabriella led him to the bed, he pushed her a little to far over the edge and they both fell onto the stuffed matress where they were short of going crazy.

Troy's hands unwrapped from her waist and rested on her hips, then traveled to the buckle on her jeans. he effortlessly unfassened them and slid them down her toned and tan legs, when they reached her ankles she kicked them off and they fell onto the floor. Gabriella moved her hands from his neck and found his shoulders, then moving her hands to his chest- for a second she placed them over his nipples and circled them with her two index fingers; causing him to moan softly, then she slid her fingers down his washboard stomach and rested on the hem of his shirt, where she pushed up the white cotton material and slid it over his head and tossed it on the floor. Soon, more and more clothes came off, until Troy was shirtless and in nothing but his boxers and Gabriella was in her bra and panties.

Troy removed his mouth from hers and traveled her neck, inhaling her scent-vanilla and strawberries-and tracing circles on her waist on her back until his hands rested on the clasp of her bra. Gabriella moved her hands up and down his stomach, moaning as his tongue swept across her collarbone and then down her throat to the middle of her breasts. Oh, how she missed him. He unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, feeling like it wasn't going to be needed and then moved his mouth to her left breast and began swirling his tongue around the nipple making it hard and Gabriella moan louder, about ready to reach her climax. Of course, both of them were caught up in their moment that they forgot about the sleeping 11 year old across the hall. Troy continued to kiss her pleasurably as Gabriella moved her hands to his boxers and began to push them down not seeing the use for them either, when she got them to his knees she began to explor him. As if she were in high school again. Her hands circle his hips and then traveled down eventually enclosing around his hard member. Causing him to moan louder and move his mouth to hers and kiss her senseless. She continued to stroke it as the time progressed, eventually, she let go and went back to drawing circles on his stomach and back; but it became incredibly difficult when he began entering her.

Her fingers curled in pleasure as she moaned, she began to pant heavily as she reached her climax, she called out his name several times. "Troy...Troy...Troy, faster...harder...Troy..." he began pumping and thrusting faster and harder, causing her to groan more. She began to claw at his back with her nails when her orgasm reached its peak and Troy groaned in pure ecstacy and bliss. "Gabriella...Gab...Brie..." Both have missed each other, they just didn't know how much.

When Troy was tired from the thrusting he rested on top of her and put his forehead on hers; both were tired and were panting heavily. Their skin glittered with the tiny beads of sweat that had gathered as their 'activity' built up. Troy lifted his head, only to find Gabriella staring up at him smiling, playing with a lock of his hair. "Brie, I love you...so...much..."

"I...love...you...Troy...never stopped..." she pulled his head to her and he kissed her gently on the lips and pulling back to lay his head on her chest, feeling her chest lift and fall; and her heart beat as it tried to calm down. Both, Troy and Gabriella laid there on the queen bed and held each other in the other's arms. They stayed there until they had to get up. Which was-according to Gabriella's bed side clock-in three hours...well, they did stay up all night. It wasn't until ten minutes later that they closed their eyes and rested in each other's arms until the sun broke the new york morning sky.

It took 11 years for Troy to find out what he lost his senior year in high school; it took him 11 years to find out what he was missing, but most importantly, it took him 11 years and some odd days and hours to find out what he had...to find out who he loved the most and who he's always loved.

When someone is young and in love, they think that they can do what ever and nothing will hurt them. Well, they would be wrong. If they think that they can do what ever ...be with anybody who'll tell them they love them, well, they are bound to experience the most painful thing that anybody; man or woman, can go through. Heartbreak. And it doesn't always heal right way. Sometimes, it takes a long to get over it, but when the right person comes along, they heal up that wound and it's better-but if the 'right' person isn't the right person then the wound isn't healed or closed, it's just bandaged. And bandages always come off.

Yay! Dear Diary is done! Hope you guys like the last chapter! please review! thank yousu much for the previous reviews! you guys have been great, i love you all so freaking much! i could just give you guys big huge dog kisses! (but i wont cause that would be weird) any way, please review! tell me what you think!

Tenney.

Love you all!