"You make me,

feel like I'm living a,

teenage dream,

the way you turn me on."

-Katy Perry, Teenage Dream

I sighed as I fell back into the chair. I was waiting for the babysitter to arrive. Me and Troy were going on a romantic weekend, so Christy, a nineteen year old babysitter, was looking after our one year old son, Oscar, until Troy's mother came to our house. "Baby, is she here yet?" Troy called.

"Sh!" I replied. Oscar was asleep on another sofa in the living room. Troy walked in, nodded, and came and sat next to me on the sofa. We were now both 28, and we'd been married for 4 years. We hadn't spent much time together since Oscar was born. I'd been working as a science teacher at school, and Troy had been playing basketball for the Lakers. They'd been playing plenty of away games, so I'd been even more tired than usual. We hadn't had sex in weeks. A knock came from the front door as soon as Troy sat down. He groaned, and went to get back up. "I'll get it." I smiled, getting up from the couch and going to the front door. I opened the door and there stood a blonde haired blue eyed girl, who looked like a cheerleader. I smiled at her, and she grinned back. "Hey, come in." I told her, and she obediently walked through the door and stood behind me timidly.

"You have a beautiful home." She told me. I smiled.

"Thanks."

"So, where's the little one?" She asked. I pointed to the door that Troy was walking through. "Oh my gosh! You're Troy Bolton..." She said in surprise. No screaming, which was good.

"Oscar's through in the living room. Lucille will be here in about an hour, and she'll pay you." I told her. "Thanks. Bye!" With that, we both went out of the door, and shut it behind us.

* * * * * * * * *

After driving an hour in the car to California, I'd fallen asleep. Two hours later, I was woken up by Troy picking me up and carrying me inside. I jumped as I woke up, but Troy's steady arms held me tightly. "Nice sleep?" He teased, and I rolled my eyes.

"The best." I grinned. He kept carrying me, even though I was properly awake. "For once I wasn't woken by a screaming one year old."

Troy chuckled, and set me down by the front door of our California beach house. I grabbed the key out of my pocket and opened the door. "I'm going to grab the bags, Gab." Troy told me, before disappearing towards the car. I grinned even bigger as I opened the front door and smelt the clean, fresh smell of our holiday home. I walked through to the kitchen, and turned on the kettle. I prepared everything, and leant against the counter, watching the steam starting to come from the kettle. Suddenly, I felt some arms come around my waist. I turned and looked at Troy, grinning as he leant down and we touched lips together softly. The kettle clicked off, but I ignored it. Troy deepened the kiss, and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I reached my arms up around his neck, and ran my hands through his hair. He pressed me against the counter, and supported me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Grinning against my lips, he turned, and we walked out of the kitchen. After a few seconds I was placed on my back. I knew we were in the holiday home's bedroom without looking around.

Troy attached our lips again, and I pulled him up the bed with me. He tugged my shirt off, and trailed his hands in patterns over my skin. I pulled up his shirt and threw it away, and traced the muscles on his stomach. I pushed us over, so I was on top. I unbuttoned my jeans and he helped to pull them off. I pulled off his shirt, and he attached his lips to my neck. I gasped slightly as his teeth bit gently into me. I loved how he made me feel like a teenager... like when we first met... when we first kissed. I stared into his eyes, pulling away for a second. "I love you, Troy. You know that right?" I asked. He smiled, grinning at me.

"I know. I love you too."

I kissed him again, softly. "I love you." I whispered again, kissing his cheek swiftly. He smiled, and kissed my forehead.

"As I love you." He said, and I lay in his arms for a few minutes. I was about to say something, but I noticed that Troy was asleep. I smiled, pulling his t-shirt from the floor and slipping into it. I walked carefully out of the bedroom, deciding to leave him to sleep. I leant against the door frame and stared at my husband. His hair was slightly in his eyes, and I felt the urge to push it back, push it away from his clear blue eyes. He had slight bags under his eyes, which I knew were due to the stress of being in the lakers, having a one year old son and never having the time to spend at home. I smiled, and walked down the stairs, pouring myself a cup of tea. I took it into the living room, and turned the TV on.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd watched TV. I curled up on the sofa watching the colourful images that held no importance to me.

After an hour or so, Troy appeared, still shirtless, in the living room. "I'm so tired." He murmured, and I grinned. He walked around the sofa and sat down, throwing an arm over me. I placed my now empty mug on the coffee table, and turned to face my husband. I was greeted by his lips.

"I've missed you, Gabby." He whispered against my lips.

"I've missed you too." I murmured, pushing us over so I was lay on top of him, when we were on the sofa. I straddled him, and he chuckled. "What?" I asked, leaning down on his chest.

"This reminds me of when we were teenagers. We'd start watching something on TV, just give up completely, and make out on the sofa." He chuckled. I giggled, and nodded.

"You make me feel like a teenager." I whispered.

"Gabby, you're my teenage dream." He grinned, pulling me down to him, and capturing our lips once more.