Chapter Five - I Just Want to Look in Your Eyes
Gabriella's Point of View
The drive back to the animal shelter was peaceful. Troy had turned on the radio and rolled down the windows. The sun beat down on my arm as it hung from the window. Troy would occasionally hum along with the song that played, on the radio.
When we finally returned to the shelter Nicole and Lucille were still putting away the new supple of food. Troy and I walked in, offering to help. Nicole struggled putting a large bag of bird food on the top shelf. Troy stepped in, quickly, to help the brown haired beauty. He helped her jump from the chair while the kitchen door flew open. I turned to see a boy carrying a box, that hid hidding his face.
"Oh," Lucille said. "Thank god your back. You can put that on the counter." The boy walked over to the counter, setting the large box down. He walked over to the freezer, on the other side of the kitchen. Lucille came to my side. "Could you help me with something in the office, while the boys finish unloading." I nodded slowly.
Troy picked up the box from the counter, his biceps showing through his long sleeve. He walked back to the freezer, saying something to the other boy. Lucille and Nicole walked from the kitchen, with me running to catch up. Nicole went back to the desk while Lucille brought me to her office. She went straight to her desk, opening the drawer. She pulled out a stack of envelopes and turned to me.
"I'm going to be running in and out today and tomorrow." She said, walking towards me. "Would you be able to put these in the mail room? Just put them in the mail boxes and then Nicole will have more when you finish." I nodded then took the envelopes, walking towards the mail room.
I opened the door and looked at the name on the envelope, putting them in the correct mail boxes. I finished quickly then walked to the front desk. Nicole was on the phone, she looked up then pointed to the filling cabinet. On top there were three different piles of envelopes, I looked back to Nicole, pointing down at them. She nodded, I took them in my arms and went back to the mail room.
While I walked down the hallway, I saw the back of a black shirt. Walking backwards, carrying a heavy box. He slowly turned into the kitchen, Troy, who was holding the other side of the box, smiled to me. He carefully went through the kitchen door. I sighed to myself. Why was it every time I saw him, everything and everyone seemed to disappear?
I walked into the mail room, trying to focus on what I was asked to do. I found it hard to do so. My mind continued to go back to Troy. It started getting me confused. I mean, I had only known him for two days and I was getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking of him. I am the kind of girl who sits on her balcony reading Nicolas Sparks' love stories. I will cry when the lovers begin to fight, and I will start balling when they realize they had witnessed love at first sight.
I had never truly believed there was such a thing. When you first lay eyes on someone, what you notice are their clothes, face, eyes, only physical attractions. When you first lay eyes on someone you don't actually know them. You can't say that they are sweet, funny, or mean because you don't actually know them, you have only seen them. I don't believe that someone can just fall deeply and truly in love with someone at first sight.
Reading books with love stories sometimes made me think otherwise, but rarely. I think back to yesterday, when I had met Troy. I thought he was gorgeous, but who didn't, I thought he had amazing eyes, and he had the body of a male model. I thought of his physical attractions were breathtaking, not his emotional attractions. I hadn't known him well enough to say that. Just talking and hanging out with Troy for the past two days helped me to see the real Troy Bolton.
Anyone can look like a supermodel, that doesn't mean they are kind and caring .. it means they are beautiful. To me, when you love someone you love everything about them. Not just their personality and not just their looks, you love and adore everything about them. When you love someone your entire body tingles with delight when you see them.
This is almost what it feels like being with Troy, but I had only known him less than forty-eight hours. I did think he was handsome and dashing and incredible, but I only knew half of him. I know he was gorgeous and I know he is a nice guy, but I don't know much more then that. What I have always believed in, even as a little girl, is when you are in love with someone your heart tells you. When I'm with Troy my heart tells me to be careful, but how do I know that's my heart speaking? Maybe it's just me not letting my guard down, not wanting to get hurt.
When my dad left, I saw how much it hurt my mother. She sat on the couch for hours, not even talking to me. She didn't return to work for a week. Her heart was broken. When I was old enough to understand, she told me what had went wrong with them. She gave her heart to him and he broke it into little pieces. Seeing my mom like that I told myself I would never let a man do that to me, no matter what.
I know I still have a lot to learn about Troy Bolton, but the only difficulty is if my heart will let me learn it.
Troy's Point of View
"Let's put it in the fridge, to be safe." Nick said, walking backwards towards the fridge.
"Yeah." I said, feeling the box begin to slip from my grip. Nick slowly backed towards the fridge, walking right into the back. "Okay, lower on three. 1, 2, 3." I said. The huge box began to slowly drop to the floor. When my fingers felt the cold ground, I moved them quickly, letting the box hit the ground. Nick and I got to our feet, stretching our fingers.
"Wow." He said, walking around the box. "That was heavy for food." I nodded, walking out of the fridge. Nick followed me, closing the door behind him. "So," He said, jumping onto the counter. "How have things been with .. " I looked away.
"Rough." I finally said. "Every time I run into him .. he just goes crazy."
"He is crazy, man." Nick said. " Did you hear what he did last year in baseball?" I shook my head. "He was up to bat and I guess the pitcher gave him a bad pitch, he took the bat to the dude's head."
"Doesn't surprise me." I said, sitting next to Nick.
"Doesn't surprise anyone, man." He said, hitting my back.
"I don't know." I said, sitting up straighter. "It seems like he knows my weaknesses. Remember when we first saw him in the East end?" I asked, Nick nodded, remembering.
"Yeah," He said. "He was just about to smash that girls' car window. You completely screwed him over." He laughed to himself, not remembering the part I was remembering.
"Then he said that he was going to make my life a living hell if I played in the basketball championships." Nick looked to his feet, nodding his head.
"Man, you can't beat yourself up." He said. "Your team wouldn't have had chance if you didn't play and just imagine what your dad would have done if you didn't."
"Still," I said. "I could have faked an injury or something. Now he is here every night, ruining my life." Nick jumped from the counter, standing in front of me.
"What are you talking about, man?" I avoided eye contact with him. I hadn't really told him that part. "That creep is still coming on the East side?" I didn't say anything, Nick didn't need to be brought into my mess. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shook my head.
"It doesn't matter, Nick." I said, looking to him. "I'm settling it tonight." I jumped from the counter top, leaving the kitchen. I didn't have to explain myself to Nick.
"Troy!" He called after me. "Come on, man!"
I kept walking, I didn't have time to listen to his crap right now. I just needed to think. How could I settle this once and for all? I couldn't sneak out every night and meet up with him and his pals. Nicole was on the phone, probably talking to her university boyfriend. I slipped out the back door, not wanting her to tell my mom I wasn't working. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, cutting across the field.
I went to the small building across from the main building. I took the key from my pocket, unlocking the door. Most of the dogs were either asleep, or getting bathed. I walked over to Orion's cage, opening it slowly. His tail started waving and he began barking. I put my finger up, he stopped immediately. He walked out from his cage, going straight to the door. I closed his cage and grabbed his leash. I clipped it on his collar and pushed open the door.
Orion didn't bark once while I walked him through the clearing. I looked back to the building, to make sure no one saw me. I began running, hearing voices come around the building. Orion and I ran through the clearing and found the little pond. I sat on the bench, Orion laid on the grass and looked up to me.
"Hey buddy." I said, scratching behind his ear. His head rested on the grass in response. "It's been a rough summer, huh?"
The council at the shelter was listing the dogs that were ready to be put down. Orion was suppose to go when he first came to the shelter, I was only eleven at the time. They believed Orion was a threat to to workers at the shelter, but he responded to all my commands easily. I wouldn't let my mom put him down, so she made a deal with the council. If he slipped once and bit or injured any of the workers, he'd be put down.
It has been five years and Orion had become one of the friendliest dogs, to me of course. At the beginning of the summer the council had decided it was time for him to go, he was starting to get old. He was only a baby when he first came here, but now he needed more care than the younger ones and it was becoming difficult when the shelter continued to lose workers and volunteers.
"I'm sorry I haven't been around much this summer." I said, watching the small fish swim in the little pond. "A lot of things have been going on."
Orion barked to me. Jumping up on his legs. He put his butt in the air and his tail began waving. I stared at him, not in the mood to play catch or just fool around. I shook my head to him.
"Not right now, buddy." Orion stopped waving his tail and walked towards me. He put his head on my knees and stared at me with his huge puppy eyes. I scratched behind his ear. "Maybe later, okay?" Orion jumped onto the bench and put his head back in my lap, his eyes closing.
"You know, Orion needs to be bathed sooner or later." I turned to look behind me. My mother walked towards me, putting her hands on my shoulders. Orion's breaths got slower. I stared at him.
"I can do it myself." I said. My mom crouched down beside me.
"I know your frustrated Troy, we all are." She said. "Everyone loves Orion, but the council is trying to do what's best for him." I shook my head.
"Death," I spat at her. "Is not what is right for him." I patted Orion's stomach, he quickly jumped off the bench. I grabbed his leash while my mother got to her feet. "What's best for him is a home. I'm all he has right now." I tugged lightly on Orion's leash, walking past my mom.
"Troy." She called after me. I kept walking, not wanting to put up with her nonsense about what was right and wrong for Orion.
Gabriella's Point of View
"Is there anymore mail that needs to be put into the mail room?" I asked Nicole. She looked around on the desk then back to me.
"No," She said. "I don't believe there is, but if you'd like you could deliver this to Ms. Nixon, room 8." I nodded, taking the brown box from Nicole's hands. She smiled and answered the phone.
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"How long have you been together for?" I asked Nicole. The day was almost finished and we were sitting across from each other at the front desk.
"Almost two years now." She said, smiling to herself. "We met first year of university." I nodded, smiling myself.
"Where is he this summer?" I asked.
"He went to visit his family in Florida." She said, her smile fading. "It's our first real time apart from each other, he offered me to go with him to Flordia but I hadn't seen my parents since Christmas, so I had to tell him no."
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry." Nicole stared at me.
"There's no need to be." She said, her smile returning. "I talk to him everyday here and I'm meeting him on the 20th .. in Flordia." I laughed.
"Well, sounds like your going to have some fun before the school year starts again." She nodded.
"Yeah, hopefully." She straightened in her chair. "So, what about you?" I stared at her, confused.
"What about me?" I asked, she hung her shoulders and rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing before school starts up?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Volunteering here?" I said.
"That's it?" Nicole asked me in shock. I nodded.
"Yeah, I don't know anyone here except Troy and I only just met him."
"Then get to know him better." She said. "I've known that boy since he was fourteen, he's a pretty interesting guy." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Well I have got to know him, but not that well." Nicole shook her head at me.
"Gabriella." She sighed. "Take it from someone who knows Troy. If you don't let your guard down no one will ever get to know you. Trust me, I was just like you. Your probably thinking that if you let someone in, they will find a way to break your heart, but when I opened my heart .. I found Chase. Now look at us .. were happy .. together." I shook my head.
"Since when did we get on the topic of giving Troy my heart?" I asked. Nicole sighed.
"Gabriella .. listen." She said, taking my hands in hers. "Your going to have to give your heart away sometime, to meet new people and make new friends. If you don't meet new people your never going to meet the right people .. in my case, Chase. I know that it's all weird, especially since you don't know Troy very well, but he's trying to get to know you .. he's trying to open up to you. Now it's your turn to open up to him. Hangout with him outside of this dump, go for a swim or for dinner. Get to know him, he wont break you down like you think he will." Nicole looked up at the clock.
"Oh." Nicole said, grabbing her purse and jumping up from her seat. "My shift just ended and it's time to close up. I nodded and grabbed my bag, turning towards the door. I looked outside and saw rain pouring from the sky. Since when did it rain like this in New Mexico? "Ready to run for you life?" Nicole asked, smiling. I nodded slowly.
"This should be fun." I said, Nicole laughed under her breath. We walked towards the door. I put my hood up and went to open the door. "I'll see you later." I said.
"Oh, Gabriella, wait!" Nicole said, catching my arm. "Here's Troy's number, I'm probably guessing his mom didn't take away his phone, text him .. see how things go." She smiled at me, handing me a small piece of paper. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gabriella." Nicole brushed past me, running towards her father's car.
I stared at the number, then dug in my bag for my phone. I couldn't find it. I sighed to myself then went back to the mail room, where I had called my mother. I walked back down the hallway, pushing the mail room door opened. My phone was sitting on the table. I snatched it the entered a new contact. I stared at the number, curious if I should call it.
I went back to the front doors. Troy's mother's car wasn't there, they must have already left. I looked back to the number, tempted to call it. I pressed the call button, then hung up. I heard laughter from behind me. I turned to see Troy leaning against the front desk, his hands in his pockets.
"Stranded here too?" He asked. I smiled then nodded to him.
"Something like that." I put my phone back into my bag and walked towards Troy. "Did mommy leave without you?" I teased. He laughted then shook his head.
"No, I told her I'd walk home, clear my mind." He said, flipping his hair from his face. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, my mom is working late .. " I said. I could hear the rain pouring harder. The wind began picking up and there was a large flash of lightning. I sighed, turning to look out the doors. "Great." I said.
"Well," Troy said, walking closer to the doors. "This is going to be some walk home." The was a loud ringing. I looked to Troy, he held his phone in his hands, he flipped it opened. "Hello?" He said.
Troy's Point of View
"Troy? Can you hear me?" My mother's worried voice said.
"Mom?" I said, how did she know I had my phone.
"Troy, have you left the shelter yet?" She asked.
"No," I said, turning to look at Gabriella. "I'm still here, with Gabriella."
"Gabriella?" She asked. "Is her mother coming to pick her up?"
"No, I don't think so." I said. "We were just about to start walking-"
"No!" My mom said. "Both of you stay where you are, I'm coming to get you."
"Mom, I can walk-"
"Troy, stay where you are or I am taking your phone for good." She said, cutting me off. "Make sure Gabriella stays too, I don't want her walking home in this weather."
"Alright," I said. "How did you know I had my pho-"
"I put it in the glove department," She said. "It wasn't there when I left the shelter. Stay where you are, I'm coming now, okay?"
I shut my phone. I turned to face Gabriella. She was sitting on the small coffee table that was in the small sitting area. She had a jean jacket thrown over her blue sweat shirt, the hood over her hair, letting her brown curls hang over her shoulder. Her bag was slung over her shoulder and her elbows were resting on her legs, propping her chin up.
"My mom is on her way." I said, going to sit in on of the chairs beside the table. "She said she would drive you home." Gabriella sat up straight, shaking her head.
"Oh, no." She started saying. "Your mom doesn't have to do that, I live just a few blocks away .. " I shook my head.
"When I said my mom would drive you home, that means she is driving you home, no exceptions." I said, Gabriella's face went straight.
"She doesn have to .. "
"Please," I said, leaning forward. "If you leave, my mom will flip at me for not making me keep you here." Gabriella got to her feet, walking towards the door. I got to my feet and ran in front of her, standing between her and the door, our bodies barely touching. "Not that fast."
Gabriella's eyebrows pulled together and she crossed her arms, tilting her head to look at me in the eye. I returned her stare, looking deep into her eyes. I grabbed her arms softly.
"It's not going to be that bad, Gabriella." I said. There was a honking noise behind me. Gabriella sighed and uncrossed her arms, shrugging my hands off her arms. She went to step around me, but I stood in her way, again.
"Hey," I said. She rolled her eyes and looked up at me. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, smiling. I couldn't help but be amused by her angry. She sighed.
"No," She said. "Troy, I'm not angry with you. I just don't see why I can't walk home."
"You try saying no to my mother." I said, she shrugged her shoulders then stepped around me, pushing the door opened. I followed behind her. I ran ahead of her, pulling opened the passenger door. She grimaced at me, then climbed in. I closed the door behind her and jumped into the back seat.
"Troy!" My sister said, throwing her arms around my neck. I smiled down at her.
"Hey." I said. I buckled my seat belt. "How was your day?" I asked, Violet smiled and told me what she did, from start to finish. I watched, in the side mirror of the car, as Gabriella smiled to herself.
"Where do you live, honey?" My mom asked Gabriella, she turned to face her.
"27 Barkers Road." She said. So that was her house, terrific.
"Is your mother home?" My mom asked. Gabriella shook her head.
"No," She said. "She had to work late this week."
"Well I'm sorry honey," Great. "But, I'm not letting you go home to stay by yourself in this storm. You can come over to our house and I'll drive you home when your mother gets off work."
"Oh," Gabriella said. "That's a very nice offer Mrs. Bolton, but I'm really fine to stay home-"
"Nonsense dear." My mom interrupted. "Our home is your home .. "
"Troy!" Violet said, poking my arm. I turned to look at her. "Then Ms. Trainer say my painting were pretty." Violet smiled at me, obviously happy that her painting was noticed.
"That's great." I said, smiling to her.
I always felt the obligation to be a parent figure to Violet. My dad was hardly ever home which was hard on my mom. She would work longer hours and whenever my dad didn't have me training for basketball, I would take my sister to the park or watch Beauty and the Beast with her. My mom and I were always with Violet, when we could be, but my dad .. he only really saw Violet at dinner. I could tell Violet was sad about that, feeling like her own father doesn't want her. Sometimes I wish my dad would forget about me completely and at least talk to his daughter.
Violet turned to look out the window, a smile forming on her face. I looked back to the side mirror and saw Gabriella lost in thought. My mom turned up into our driveway. I unbuckled Violet and took her in my arms. Gabriella was still lost in thought as I opened the car door for her.
"Gabriella?" I said, touching her shoulder. She blinked then looked up at me.
"Were home." Violet said, ducking into my chest from the rain. Gabriella grabbed her bag and jumped out of the car, I closed the door as she ran up the steps. "Troy, run!" Violet said as she got wet. I started walking faster, straying behind Gabriella. My mom held the front door open for us.
Gabriella's Point of View
I stepped into the large foyer. There were stairs straight ahead that turned the tiniest bit at the top. To the right there were french doors that led into a small and elegant room with two couches and a coffee table. I could see the back doors just past the stairs. I removed my shoes and took off my hood. Troy put down his little sister and removed his shoes aswell.
Lucille walked past the stairs and turned into a room on the right. I could see a large stoned fireplace. Lucille walked out from the room and noticed me staring.
"Oh, Gabriella." She said, stepping towards me. "You can set your things down if you'd like and Troy can give you a tour." She raised an eyebrow to Troy, behind me. Lucille smiled at me then walked into the kitchen. I turned around to face Troy, his little sister was holding onto his hand, staring at me. I smiled at her. She looked up to her older brother. He nodded his head.
"Gabriella, this is Violet. Violet, this is Gabriella." Troy said, giving me an apologetic look I smiled and bent down to Violet.
"Hello Violet." I said. "I'm Gabriella, Troy's friend." Violet tugged on Troy's hand, he bent down as she whispered something in his ear. Troy laughed.
"Why don't you ask Brie yourself?" Troy said, smiling to me. My heart wanted to stop, drop, and roll away. And did he just call me Brie? Violet looked to me.
"Do you like to paint?" She asked, shyly. I laughed quietly.
"Of course I do, do you?" I asked. Violet smiled to Troy then back to me. She nodded her head.
"Do you want to see my pictures?" Violet asked me. I looked to Troy, he shrugged his shoulders. I looked back to Violet.
"I'd love to." Violet took my hand, dragging me up the stairs. I looked back to Troy and grabbed his hand, not wanting to go alone. Maybe Nicole was right, maybe Troy wasn't a bad guy and I just didn't know him well enough .. yet. Violet took me up the stairs into the first room. It had a large pink butterfly on the door and a 'V' beneath it. Before Violet opened her door, she turned to Troy.
"You have to stay here." She said, Troy nodded, sitting on stairs. I smiled as Violet dragged me into the room.
Violet's room was all pink and purple. Her walls were pink with purple butterflies all around. The bed covering was purple and she had a desk with a purple chair. She went straight to her desk to pull out three large pieces of paper. She spread them out across her bed. The first one was of her and her mother. The second was of a large flower and the third was a painting Violet and Troy. I picked it up and smiled.
"These are beautiful, Violet." I said. Violet jumped on her bed.
"Thanks." She said, she stood on her bed and walked towards me. "This one my favorite. It for Troy's birthday."
"When is Troy's birthday?" I asked her, should I get him something? Violet started counting her fingers.
"Seventeen days." She said. That would mean it's on the 31st of August.
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Violet continued showing me the different paintings she had created. Then, finally, she took my hand and we went back into the hallway to find Troy leaning against the wall, smiling to me. Violet let go of my hand and ran up to Troy. He lifted her to his hip while she whispered something in his ear. Troy chuckled. He turned to look at me, then whispered something in Violet's ear. She smiled then looked to me.
"Gabriella," She said. "Can I come with you and Troy on the tour?" She asked. I nodded, smiling.
"Of course you can." I said. Violet looked to Troy with a huge smile on her lips. She slipped from Troy's arms and took mine and Troy's hands in hers. She pulled me to the next room.
"This is Troy room." She said, opening the door. I glanced over at Troy, he just shrugged.
His room was nothing I had expected it to be. There were two large windows on either side of his bed, facing the front of the house. His walls were a boy blue dark navy curtains covering the windows. His bed, which was neatly made with the same color of navy for his comforter, sat in between the two windows on the left wall of the room. In the corner of the right wall there was a closet door, with a poster of basketball on it and a black desk beside it. The back wall had a black dresser in the center, with a large mirror hovering over top of it.
Violet tugged on my hand pulling me around the top of the stairs. She opened another door, which I amused was their parents' room.
"This is my mommy's and daddy's room, but they don't like me playing in it." Violet said, closing the door quickly. We turned around and walked past Troy's and Violet's room, back down the stairs. Violet turned a sharp left, at the bottom of the stairs, through the french doors. I walked into the small sitting space and smelt fresh roses.
The walls of the room where a cream color, with two love seat couches the match it. The coffee table was all glass and had pink and white roses in the center of it. The floors were a dark hard wood, that stood out from the walls.
"This is the sitting room .. " Violet said, pulling me through another arch. "And this is the dinning room."
Violet continued showing me the house. Their kitchen interior looked brand new and all their appliances were up to date. Violet pulled me into another room of the house, near the front door.
The walls were a calming orange. The floors were a darker hardwood, that blended in with the chocolate brown couch. The couch faced the fireplace, with a lonely chair at each side of the room. I was taken back by how calm the interior of the room felt. Lucille came rushing into the room, looking urgent.
"Troy, sweetie." She said, a little jumpy. "I have to get to a meeting, one of my cilents need a last minute fixture. Can you watch Violet while I'm gone?" She asked. Troy smiled at her.
"Yeah, sure." He said. Lucille smiled and kissed her son on the cheek, then walked over to Violet and kissed her too. She smiled at me.
"I'll drive you home once I get back." She said, I nodded and watched her run out the door.
Troy's Point of View
I turned back to Violet and Gabriella. Violet pulled Gabriella past me and out of the room, walking back towards my parents' offices. Underneath the stairs, she opened the door to the basement. I flipped on the light for her and followed them down the stairs. Once Gabriella was down the stairs, she was pulled to the right, where our family room was.
We had a large couch that stretched out in front of a flat screen tv that hung over another fireplace. Gabriella turned back to look at me. A smiled washed over her face. Violet made her sit beside her on the couch while I was ordered to sit on the other side of her.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" She asked. Gabriella smiled at me then back to Violet.
"Sure." She said. Violet jumped from the couch and over the the shelf of DVDs. My usual shy sister seemed comfortable with Gabriella. Violet jumped in between Gabriella and I and pushed play on the remote. Then Violet turned to me.
"Troy, can you go turn out the lights?" She asked. I nodded.
"Sure I can." I got off the couch and went to the light switch at the bottom of the stairs, slipping the switch down. I returned to my spot on the couch while the opening credits for The Little Mermaid scattered across the screen. I gazed over to Gabriella. She had a warming smile on her lips and her browns eyes had a small twinkle in them, from the screen.
I was tempted to put my arm around Violet and touch Gabriella's warm cheeks, but I had to resist. As the movie progressed Violet leaned on Gabriella's right forearm. Gabriella didn't seem to be playing much attention to Violet or the movie, she seemed lost in thought.
The movie was at the part where Eric and Ariel were in a small row boat and the song 'Kiss the Girl' was being sung by the crab, Sebastian. I looked down and saw Violet sprawled across Gabriella and I. Her head was resting on Gabriella's lap while her feet were stretched across my lap. I looked over to Gabriella. She was staring at Violet and removed a strained of hair from her face. Gabriella noticed my gaze and looked up at me. I smiled.
"What?" She whispered. I shook my head.
"Nothing." I said, looking to the clock. It was almost seven. I looked back to Gabriella. "I'm just going to take her to bed." I whispered. Gabriella nodded.
I slowly moved Violet's feet from my lap. I stood up and stood in front of Gabriella. She moved Violet's head slowly while I reached down to grab underneath her arms. My fingers slowly moved over Gabriella's thigh. I could feel my heart starting to pound. Gabriella's eyes met mine as I lifted Violet to my chest. Violet's head nestled in my neck and her small breaths turned into quiet snores.
"Do you have her?" Gabriella whispered. I nodded.
"Yeah," I said. "I'll be right back. Gabriella nodded and I made my way to the stairs. I climbed them slowly, pushing opened the basement door with my foot, I made my way up another flight of stairs. I crept into Violets room, pulling down her comforters and setting her into the bed. I pulled them back up to her neck and grabbed her unicorn teddy, slipping if under her arm.
I retreated from her room, closing the door and walking back down the stairs. I walked down them quickly and jumped back onto the couch. Gabriella turned and smiled at me.
"So," I said. "Do you want to watch a different movie?" I asked, Gabriella nodded. I got back to my feet and went over to the shelf full of movies. I turned back to Gabriella, who was walking towards me. She knelt down beside me. She was close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my face and I could hear her small breaths growing heavier as we sat, staring into each others eyes.
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Alright, so I finished this with only ten minutes to spare! I want to thank everyone for your reviews, they are what keep me writing this. I also wanted to thank xZANESSA4LIFEx who gave me the idea of making Troy have a younger sister. If it wasn't for her I'm not really sure how this chapter would have ended, so thanks so much for your idea. Also, if anyone else has ideas I'd love to hear them! So just tell me through a review or message and I'll defiantly try to work it into the story, if I can. Thanks once again to everyone who has been reviewing and reading this story. I don't think I will have the next chapter up until the end of the week, but I will try my best for Thursday. Until then, stay tuned !