I stared at the mirror, taking in my appearance and biting my lip. "You ready, Gabriella, baby?" I heard a voice ask, and I turned my face to see my mom, stood at my door.
"I don't know." I replied, turning to the mirror again.
"You look beautiful, honey." She smiled softly. I shrugged, twisting the promise ring on my left ring finger. I was dressed in a floor length strapless black dress, that twisted around my waist before flowing to the floor. I also had on 5 inch black platform heels that brought my height up to match my best friend Taylor.
"I don't feel it, mom." I murmured. I turned, taking in the baby fat I still had, reminding me of the tragic incident that had occurred only a few months ago.
"Believe me, Gabby." She grinned, catching my hand and pulling me towards the door. I quickly ran my hand lightly over my hair, feeling that the twisted up-do was still in place. I lightly fingered a curl (one of the two hanging by my face) and breathed in as I approached the stairs.
Turning to face the downstairs, my eyes connected with ocean blue orbs, and I relaxed at the sight of my boyfriend. He inhaled suddenly, eyes roaming over my body in the way that always made me feel sexy and beautiful. I stepped down the stairs carefully, inwardly wishing I didn't fall and make myself look as stupid as I felt.
"Hey handsome." I whispered when we came face to face, and the corner of his lips twitched into a smirk.
"You look beautiful." He told me, taking my hand. "I can't believe I'm dating you."
"Isn't that the wrong way round?" I asked, stepping down the final step and grinning at him.
"We need pictures!" I heard a voice squeal, turning to see Lucille excitedly looking on at us. My smile grew wider when I saw Jack Bolton shaking his head and laughing alongside my dad.
"Our fathers are really getting along well now." I murmured to Troy, and he nodded, smiling.
"I'm so damn glad."
"I love you." I said quickly, and his face turned to me, eyes shining with adoration.
"I love you too." He told me, grinning as a flash lit up our faces and we heard Lucille gushing to my mother.
"You look amazing, Gabby!" Sharpay greeted me. She was currently dressed in a pale pink knee length dress with no straps that flowed around her tanned skin, somehow making her sunkissed skin look even more tanned. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders, and I noticed as I got closer that she was wearing extensions to make her long hair look a few inches longer.
"I love your dress, Shar." I told her, and she hugged me, pulling me to her.
"You look so damn skinny!" She cried, and I looked at her doubtfully.
"Seriously?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Like a toothpick. In a good way." I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God." I praised, and she opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted.
"Nice dress, Gabby, I like yours too Shar. You both look sexy." Taylor winked. She was dressed in an _
"Same to you, Tay." I grinned, and Sharpay nodded in agreement.
"Hey." A voice came in, and I looked up to see Troy, Chad and Zeke. Troy threaded our hands together as the others headed to their girlfriends, and turned to face me. "I was wondering where you'd run off too." He told me, and I smiled softly.
"I was looking for my girls." I told him. "And you found the boys."
He reached out to me, placing each of his hands on my hips, pulling me to him. "You look so gorgeous." He told me. "I almost lost my cool in front of our parents earlier."
"Your cool?" I asked, giggling as I placed my arms around his neck.
"Shh." He told me, leaning in and pressing our lips together for the first time of the night.
"Aww!" We turned to the noise and Taylor and Sharpay were grinning at us.
"Shut up." I told them, and they shrugged.
"Want to dance?" Troy suggested, and I suddenly recognised the song playing, nodding and grabbing his hand as he pulled me to dance along to 'Delicate' by Damien Rice.
I giggled loudly as I climbed into Troy's car, throwing my Homecoming Queen tiara on the backseat, alongside Troy's crown and suit jacket. I glanced down, noticing the oversized bag I'd brought with clothes and other things in, ready to stay the night at Troy's for the first time.
"This night has been amazing." I turned to him, and he nodded, smiling at me with love in his eyes.
"Thank you for bringing me." I told him, and his eyebrows scrunched up, confused.
"Why wouldn't I bring you?"
"Just thank you, really." I grinned.
"You're welcome." He nodded back, holding my hand over the gear stick, "Now lets go home."