Twenty-three year old Chad Danforth felt like he was watching a tennis match as he watched his best friend pace through the foyer.
"What am I going to do?" Troy Bolton panicked, freaking out as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, threatening to drip down his face.
"Stop freaking out like a lunatic first." A voice came from the corner, and Troy's head snapped around to meet Sharpay Evans' eyes. Sharpay smiled, walking over to Troy, who was currently in an elegant suit with a white flower attached to the collar. She quickly straightened his tie, frowning at his newly cut hair that he'd insisted made him look 'more mature', and tucked the flower in properly.
"But-" He tried to cut in, but Sharpay shook her head.
"Gabriella is probably the same as you, I'm going to check on her now." Sharpay grinned. "It's only a wedding, not the end of the world." Suddenly, Chad let out a burst of laughter behind them, causing Troy to turn and glare.
"What am I going to do?" Gabriella cried, placing her head in her hands.
"Hopefully not ruin your make up." Taylor McKessie shrugged. "You and I both know Shar is going to kill me if you so much as smudge that eyeliner." Gabriella's eyes widened, and she carefully rose her head, staring into the full length mirror in front of her.
"I look so terrible. He's going to do a runner once he sees me."
"You've been together since high school, Gabs, I don't think he's going to run now." Gabriella rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her best friend and Taylor sighed. "He's seen you asleep, he's seen you in hospital, he's seen you in tears, in joy, in pretty much every possible way you can see someone. You look gorgeous, Montez, and you need to get your confidence up and become a Bolton."
The room was silent as Gabriella took in Taylor's words.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you, Taylor McKessie?" She asked, and Taylor shrugged, giggling as she reached for a hug from her best friend.
"Once or twice."
"You guys have started the hugging without me?!" Came the screeching voice of Sharpay Evans.
The church was silent as the groom took his place at the front by the altar. The priest threw him a reassuring smile, but one look at the people behind sent his nerves into overdrive. Outside the church windows were flashes, everyone trying to get a picture of Lakers star basketball player Troy Bolton's wedding to Gabriella Montez, a newly qualified lawyer who was currently working on her first case.
The church was full of a variety of people- 274 in total. The number included Troy and Gabriella's immediate families, including aunts, uncles and cousins, Gabriella's work colleagues, Troy's fellow players, Troy's agent and other work/publicist people, friends from high school (including the West High lot), friends from college and a mixture of people that were bound to be fun at the reception.
This was the one gathering in which involved every person that Troy didn't want to look stupid in front of- but he knew this was going to be a moot point when the love of his life stepped out in all her beauty. Troy had seen every inch of this woman, had fought with her through stages in college so tough they thought they'd never make it through. He'd seen her stomach swollen slightly with his child, and he'd seen her break when they lost it. There was nothing he was more excited for than to marry Gabriella Montez- except for having the children maybe.
Suddenly, the organ started to play, and he heard everyone behind him rise for Gabriella's entrance. Chad- his best man- nodded at him slightly, grinning in anticipation for the wedding that was the final stage to the love story that they'd been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, he turned around. First Troy saw his sister, Elizabeth Bolton walking down the aisle. She nodded to him and smiled, and Troy took in what she was wearing. The pale blue dress had thin straps, and was made of a light translucent style fabric that had been layered up to prevent seeing through the dress. The style was slightly tight to the waist, and then it flowed freely to the floor. She was carrying a simple white bouquet of flowers that matched the flower on his suit jacket. She smiled at Callum, Gabriella's twin, as she walked over to where he was standing, them being seated together.
As he looked back to the aisle, he noticed the first maid of honour, Sharpay walking down. She was wearing the same as Elizabeth, and a simple silver bracelet was on her wrist, and at a closer glance Troy recognised the bracelet as part of the set of three that she, Taylor and Gabriella owned. All three bracelets were silver and on each bracelet lay a circle with an inscription reading 'G.S.T, the best of the best'. According to personality, they also had a silver charm on the opposite side. Sharpay had a diamond star attached (as she'd insisted "I am going to be a star! I'm going on broadway, remember?", Taylor a tiny thermometer and doctor's chart(as she'd become a doctor), and Gabriella a heart with a 'TG' inscribed (as Taylor and Sharpay told her they couldn't imagine a better thing for Gabriella than Troy). Troy grinned as he realised how true they were.
As Sharpay made her way towards Zeke, the second maid of honour grinned at him. Taylor was walking up towards him, wearing the same as Sharpay and Elizabeth, including her silver bracelet. She was smiling shyly, not used to all the attention, but Troy watched as she glanced up at Chad and stood taller automatically, walking over to him suddenly with confidence in her stride, and
fearlessness in her attitude.
The audience's faces whipped around as the telltale 'Here Comes The Bride' started to play. Troy closed his eyes, savouring the moment as he heard everyone's gasping reactions to his almost wife. As he reopened the cerulean irises, everything seemed in slow motion. He could see the smiling face of Mr Montez, his very close in the future father-in-law. His eyes flickered over to the beautiful brunette on his arm, and time stopped. The bride wore white, a laced off-the shoulder top half with sleeves that went just past her elbows, and the bodice tight, reaching down to about halfway down her buttocks, where the dress then puffed out slightly and reached to the floor. She didn't have a train, and she didn't have a veil. She had her hair twisted back into an elegant bun, with twisted in hair clips leaving sparkles where there were gems in her hair. Her eyes were outlined carefully in eyeliner, not too dark for the occasion. Her lips were glossed slightly in clear lip gloss, leaving her tempting lips for all to see. Before he knew it she was next to him, and he was feeling inadequate compared to the bride.
"Take care of her, son." Mr Montez nodded, his voice catching emotionally.
"You know I will, sir." Troy replied, and the older man nodded, smiling slightly as he kissed his daughters' cheek before passing her hand to Troy and returning to his wife's side. Troy was suddenly caught up in a slight hug.
"I missed you last night." Gabriella whispered, and he nodded.
"I missed you too, baby." He hugged her back slightly before releasing her. "Let's get married." She giggled, and he reached for her hand, squeezing slightly. "You look beautiful." He whispered, and she blushed.
"You look handsome as hell." Her eyes suddenly widened. "Can I say that in a church?!" Troy shrugged, and the priest grinned as he began the ceremony.
"We can now happily welcome Mr and Mrs Bolton to the dance floor!" The DJ announced, and everyone applauded, welcoming the newlyweds onto the dance floor. Troy pulled Gabriella straight into his arms and rested his joined hands against her lower back, pulling her to him. Gabriella reached up, placing her arms around his neck and resting her head against his chest. The two started to grin as their chosen song came on- Ed Sheeran's 'Kiss Me'.
"Today's been perfect." Gabriella mumbled, and Troy nodded.
"I love you, wifey." He grinned, and she groaned.
"I love you too, but does this mean I have to through annoying nicknames?"
"Nope." He kissed her forehead. "But think of how lucky our children would be to have me amazing sense of humour."
"That's it." Gabriella joked. "I'm divorcing you."
"No you're not." He mumbled, reaching down and connecting their lips for the hundredth time that day, carefully massaging her lips with his own. Pulling her closer to him, he felt his new wedding ring press into his hand.
"No I'm not divorcing you." Gabriella mumbled, slightly overtaken by emotion. "But what was that grin for?"
"I'm so happy you're permanently mine." Troy smiled, and Gabriella smiled softly, noticing his eyes light up.
"I'm happy about that too." She reached up, placing a kiss on his nose.
"I love you." Troy whispered.
"I love you too." Gabriella trailed off, her lips being caught back into a passionate kiss.