A/N: Hey guys! Another chapter is up :D this one is more a filler than anything, but I hope you'll enjoy it the same :) anyway, like always, I hope you'll tell me what your thoughts are, but have in mind that the story is closer to its end now. I'm not sure about how many more chapters I'm going to write, but I know this won't be as long as "Sometimes…", so maybe 4-5 chapters more or so, but we'll see how my muse behaves :D

Thanks SO much to all of you who have reviewed the last chapter or those who have added me to their author lists or the story to their story lists; seriously, it's like is Christmas again for me! LOL so I hope your expectations would be satisfied with how the story is going right now. I really hope I won't disappoint you…not even with that chapter or with the fellow ones, but really, if you think that's the case, I mean, if you don't like something…PLEASE, let me know, alright?

Anyway, stop with my rambling!

Here goes chapter 16. Enjoy! :)

Gabriella wasn't feeling good.

That was bad. Too fucking bad.

And Troy was almost with a heart attack.

While Troy drove to Taylor's house, it was as if an internal battle was taking place inside his brain: a part of him, the evilest part, was cursing him because his fears all these years had become true. Gabriella wasn't feeling good and it was his fault, because he was a damned person and now Gabriella had to suffer the consequences. That little voice was taunting him, invading his vision with descriptions of different ways for Gabriella to dead; even trying to silence this voice, Troy couldn't help but picture everything the voice was saying.

His body was shivering in fear; Gabriella would be dead by the end of the day and he wouldn't be able to save her. He couldn't live without her; Troy knew that if something happened to Gabriella he would follow her because the world without her had nothing to do with him. Without Gabriella, his life had no sense; without Gabriella, he didn't have any reason to want to be alive.

However, another part of him, the part more connected with Gabriella, was screaming he was a good person and that nothing was going to happen, that everything would be okay. The little voice was Gabriella's, and the desperation it contained for him to believe in her love was trying to win over the devil which was consuming him.

But Troy couldn't think clearly; the inferno which was his head now was eating him alive. He tried to focus only in his angel's voice, which was repeating over and over again that everything would be okay; even not being there physically and only with her voice echoing through his head, Gabriella had the power to sooth him.

His body stop the shivering and his vision became less blurry now; her faith in their love kept him sane, or as sane as he needed to be to drive to Taylor's house safely. He needed to see her; he needed to know what was happening with her. The worse scenarios ran wild through his mind, but he tried to focus only in Gabriella's voice; he knew that if he left the demons ate him he would be failing Gabriella, and he couldn't let that happen.

Gabriella deserved better than that; she had unconditional faith in him and he would prove her that he was beside her for good. He would prove her that her love was really what was keeping him alive; he would arrive at Taylor's house and he would take Gabriella to her house, where he would look after her, and she would be feeling better in no time and then everything would be okay again.

Arriving at Taylor's house, Troy killed the engine and went to knock the door, waiting anxiously for someone to open it, always praying that Gabriella's voice, which was still echoing in his brain, was right; it had to be.

Taylor opened the door with a smile on her face. "Hey Troy!"

"Where's Gabriella?" Troy asked loudly and frantically, almost knocking Taylor down. He needed to see her, and he needed to see her now.

Taylor was taken aback by his harsh tone. "In…in the living room…" She was confused; she couldn't understand why Troy seemed to be possessed by all the demons in the world when in the school he had seemed to be okay. "Troy, what happens? Are you okay?"

But Troy wasn't listening. "Gabriella!"

Gabriella was in the living room and she had heard the commotion at the door; standing up from the sofa, she went to the door slowly and saw a very confused Taylor and a Troy in hysterics. "Troy?"

Troy registered his angel's voice and turned his head to look at her, pushing Taylor out of his way and wrapping his arms tightly around Gabriella. "Are you okay?" He asked in a shivering whisper roaming his eyes through her body looking for some signs of harm pulling her body into his chest when he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Yeah," Gabriella's muffled voice came from his shoulder. "Troy, what's with you?"

"I was so worried…" He murmured with his head buried into her curls.

"What? Why?" Gabriella said pulling away from him to look at his face, realizing for the first time how tormented he seemed to be. "Hey…" She said placing a hand on his cheek, smiling softly when she noticed his head leaning on it. "What's up?"

"I thought…I thought…" Troy closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on hers. "Fuck…"

Gabriella understood him then. "Oh Troy…" She hugged him and caressed the small of his back, whispering soothing words over and over again. "I'm okay, I'm okay…"

Taylor was there, observing the scene dumbfounded; she realized Gabriella knew what was happening with Troy and she let out a breath in relief. She didn't try to understand anything because she knew she wouldn't be able, so she went to the living room to grab Gabriella's things. "Here, Gabi…"

Gabriella grabbed the bag Taylor was giving her, still embracing Troy. "Thanks Tay, see you tomorrow, ok?" She said smiling softly at her best friend. "Let's go, Troy…" She said pulling the boy's body with her.

"Bye Gabi," Taylor whispered, accompanying them to the door, where she remained still, observing how Troy wasn't dropping his arms from Gabriella's waist, even though she was trying to pull away. "Do you need any help?" Taylor offered seeing how Gabriella was having trouble disentangling herself from Troy.

Gabriella shook her head giving her best friend a sad smile. "Don't worry; I have him!"

Taylor nodded and entered in her house, closing the door softly behind her. Gabriella turned her face from the door when Taylor disappeared and grabbed Troy's arms, trying to pull them away from her waist. "Troy please," she said softly. "I'm okay…"

When they arrived beside Troy's car, Gabriella was still trying to pull away from Troy. "Troy babe, come on…"

"No," Troy whined and tightened his arms around her, not letting her go.

"Troy," she said sternly. "Let's go home and we'll talk about it…come on…"

He registered her words and lifted his head from the crock of her neck slowly, as if he was afraid to look at her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she said locking her eyes with his so he could see she was saying the truth; his shivering voice worried her. When she'd told him she wasn't feeling well she hadn't thought, for even a second, that he would freak out the way he was doing. He was going to pieces right in front of her and she didn't know what she had to do in order for him to calm down. "Troy, seriously, I'm okay…"

Troy nodded but didn't say anything. Gabriella sighed and reached for his car's keys in his pocket and helped him to sit in the passenger's seat of his car; Troy followed her numbly and silent, but his eyes never left her body, not even when she went to the driver's side of the car and sat there. When she turned on the engine, Troy reached his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers; she turned her face to look at him and squeezed his hand, giving him a smile. "Don't worry; everything is okay."

He didn't say anything more and Gabriella drove in silence to her house. Killing the engine, Gabriella gave his hand another squeeze. "Let's go baby," she coaxed softly pecking his lips.

"Okay," he answered stepping out the car but going to her side of the car to wait for her quickly, as if she was about to vanish from his sight if he wasn't careful enough.

Gabriella realized about that when she saw Troy standing beside her, with his hands reached in front of him as if he was about to grab her waist; grabbing his hand, Gabriella pulled him towards the door, unlocking it and closing it softly behind them. Silently, Gabriella led the way towards her bedroom, sitting on her bed and pulling Troy's body with her. "Look at me…"

Troy obliged and looked at her. The worry he saw in her eyes made him wince and, wordlessly, he pulled her body on his lap, embracing her with all his might. "I'm sorry I've freaked out this way but when you've told me you weren't feeling good…"

"Shhh," Gabriella said softly. "I understand, but you can't think this way each time I'm not feeling good, baby; I was only with a migraine. Nothing to worry about…"

"God," Troy sighed closing his eyes and leaning his forehead on her shoulder. "I can't believe I've been so drama queen…"

Gabriella's sweet giggle echoed in the room and Troy had to chuckle with her. "Troy," she said when her laughter subsided. "You were worried, and that's okay, but you don't have to be so negative, baby…"

"I know," he sighed. "You know? When I was going to Tay's house…though a part of me was thinking the worst, another part was fighting against this evil part soothing my nerves. And you know what?"

"What?" Gabriella whispered giving him a small smile.

"It was your voice," Troy whispered with his lips inches apart from hers. "Your faith in me has kept me sane; I've fought against my worse thoughts thinking that if I caved, I mean, if I let the demons possessed me, then I would be failing you…and I couldn't let that happen. You've given me trust in myself…"

Gabriella sniffed touched by his words and by the huge step they'd done together, and couldn't help but lean up and kiss Troy's lips with everything she had. Troy, too eager to remain still, responded into the kiss, rolling over so Gabriella's back was touching the mattress; following her, Troy placed his body over Gabriella's still with their lips interlocked, deepening the kiss and moaning when his tongue touched hers.

"God Troy," Gabriella moaned when his lips left hers and moved along her jaw and neck until he reached her soft spot just under her ear, where he sucked and lapped leaving a mark.

"I love the way you smell…" Troy said in a throaty and husky voice making Gabriella moan. "I swear I'm addicted to you…"

His lips never left her neck and his hot breath was making Gabriella's senses go wild in pure bliss. "Fuck Troy…"

Troy smirked against her skin and bucked his hips into her core letting her know his arousal. Gabriella growled when she noticed the pressure his shaft was making into her and moved her arms to the hem of his polo so she could take it off. Troy understood her intentions and pulled away, taking off the item by himself, resuming his position afterwards, devouring her luscious lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Gabriella, in the meantime, followed his well defined abs with her nails, smirking when Troy was the one moaning her name into her neck.

Her ministrations were driving Troy wild and he couldn't help but caress the silky skin of her back under her shirt, adding pressure when he arrived at the small of her back, pushing her lower body into his, arousing even more both at the same time. "God Troy…now…"

"Fuck," he growled hearing the fabric tearing of her shirt under his hands. His arousal was more than evident; his erection was so painful it was as if he was about to explode and Gabriella's squirms under him weren't helping, either.

Pushing her bra away from its place not even bothering to unclasp it, Troy moaned when her breasts were at sight; he didn't hesitate and covered one of her mounds with his mouth, playing with her already erect nipple with his tongue, eliciting loud throaty moans from Gabriella. "Troy please…"

Her begging was turning him on more than ever; he needed to be inside her, and he needed to be inside her now. They would be able to enjoy the foreplay with round two, but he needed to be as close to her as possible now. Discarding her jeans, he pulled them down along with her thong, not even bothering to take Gabriella's shoes off, unbuttoning his own jeans afterwards, pulling them down along with his boxers.

He devoured her mouth again, fighting with her tongue in a passionate way; the kiss turned steamier and hotter in seconds. "Fuck baby," he growled already grabbing his member with his hand and helping himself inside her wet, hot and tight centre, and penetrating her fully in one stroke.

Gabriella screamed in pleasure; that was being the wildest and also roughest sex they'd ever had, but she decided to not think about anything but about the incredible feeling to have Troy inside her was. She felt complete; with each thrust, Troy was reaching the deepest part of her core, and she was having a hard time following his rhythm, but she tried to meet him thrust by thrust.

It was the first time they were having sex dressed…or almost dressed, but neither of them cared; the physical need at the moment had been unbearable, almost painful, and both needed the intimate contact between them like it was their oxygen needed to live.

Gabriella broke the kiss to moan and Troy returned to her breasts, lapping the valley between them and biting roughly one of her nipples, making Gabriella scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her screams soon turned into moans when Troy began to suck, lap and kiss the mark he'd done in her breast, and she tightened the hold of her hands in his hair. His thrusts fastened and Gabriella began to notice the warmness she knew would drive her to her peek. "Almost there, Troy!"

"Fuck Gabriella!" Troy shouted desperately; he could see his peek, he could feel all his nerves ready to explode like a bomb. He grabbed her arms harshly and lifted her body so she was straddling his knees, placing his hands on her hips guiding her movements in an even faster rhythm.

"Troy!" She screamed closing her eyes and clawing her nails in his shoulders.

"Come on baby," he growled knowing he wouldn't last.

Gabriella's vision began to be blurred and she tightened her inner muscles around him, making Troy to moan his name throatily. "I…I lo…love…you…" She panted closing her eyes already feeling the first contractions of her walls.

"Love you too," he growled pushing her body onto the mattress and lifting one of her knees over his shoulder so the penetration was deeper.

Gabriella screamed his name when her orgasm reached her fully and when Troy noticed her walls closing tightly and in fast spasms around him he only had to thrust once more and then he reached his peek too, screaming her name in abandoned pleasure.

Both sweaty bodies collapsed onto the mattress still joined intimately; Troy could still feel the contractions of her inner muscles over him, so he didn't pull away knowing that it would hurt Gabriella and also trying to prolong the powerful waves of their orgasms that each of her contractions produced.

After some minutes, and still trying to regulate his breath, Troy lifted his upper body so he wouldn't crush Gabriella with his weight and when he saw his angel's form he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her glorious lips breathlessly; she was lying there, with her dark and silky hair around her face, with her eyes closed, with her mouth semi opened…it was too tempting for him to not do anything. When she sensed his lips over hers, she opened her eyes and lost herself into his.

It was as if they were having a conversation only with their eyes; no words, no gestures…nothing. The force, the love, the power of their eyes was more than enough for them to let the other know what they were thinking and feeling; neither of them knew enough words to express everything they were feeling and neither of them wanted to break the special moment they were having.

However, the need to touch Gabriella's skin overcame Troy, and he lifted one of his hands to caress her face, pulling away the hairs and lingering his hand in her cheek, smiling softly when Gabriella leaned her head on his hand. "I love you…"

His whispered words arrived at Gabriella and she couldn't help but turn her face a little kissing his palm. "I love you too…"

Slowly and carefully, Troy pulled his soft member out of Gabriella; she moaned when she noticed his movement and then winced in pain. Troy stilled for a moment still caressing her cheek trying to help her relax and when she nodded at him, he retrieved his penis off of Gabriella softly, collapsing beside her and reaching to grab her hand.

"That," Gabriella began still trying to regulate her breath, "has…been…incredible…"

"Yeah," Troy panted squeezing her hand softly. "You were amazing…"

Gabriella dropped his hand and lifted her upper body, but fell backwards again. "Woah…"

"Are you okay?" Troy asked worriedly leaning on his elbow to look at her face closely.

"Yeah," Gabriella said closing her eyes. "But I'm dizzy now…" She put her own hand on her forehead and realized her migraine was stronger now.

Troy massaged her face sweetly when he saw Gabriella wincing in pain at her own touch. Then, and only then, his hand freeze, his breathing stopped and his eyes widened when he recalled Gabriella telling him she had a migraine some minutes before; he knew for a fact that it would be worse by now after their activities. "Fuck! You had a migraine…"

Gabriella opened her eyes. "Hey, don't worry…it'll pass soon…"

"But I shouldn't…" Troy began tormenting himself again.

"No Troy," Gabriella said firmer this time. "I wanted that too…"

"What can I do?" Troy whispered planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Can you help me to stand up?" Gabriella asked embarrassedly. "I want to shower…"

"Sure," Troy said already standing up from the bed and readjusting his pants.

Standing beside her side of the bed, Troy lifted Gabriella's upper body slowly, observing each of her face's moves so he could stop at the very fist moment he saw her face wince in pain. Carefully, Troy pulled her body up and then steadied her when Gabriella grabbed his upper arms tighter, needing his support.

"Are you okay?" Troy whispered softly kissing her forehead; Gabriella released a little his arms and nodded wordlessly. "You are in no way well enough to shower baby; you could fall…"

"But," Gabriella protested.

"Do you want me to shower you?" Troy asked softly, helping Gabriella to go to the bathroom.

Gabriella nodded weakly and Troy sat her in the countertop beside the sink, turning on the water and helping her to undress. He saw his mark in her breast and couldn't help but wince; he really had been too rough with her that time.

Sitting Gabriella in the bath, Troy undressed stepping into the bath with her. He showered her and wrapped a towel around her when he finished, drying her skin softly. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," Gabriella sighed leaning into his chest. "Thank you."

Troy kissed her forehead softly and grabbed a towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist. "Let's go baby…" He whispered pulling Gabriella's body into her room.

He sat her on her bed and grabbed a clean shirt of his and a new pair of panties; dressing her slowly, avoiding rough movements, Troy push her body onto the mattress, tightening the sheets around her. Putting a clean pair of boxers and a clean shirt, Troy went to the bed again and realized Gabriella had fallen asleep. "Love you baby," he murmured against the skin of her forehead.

Turning off the lights and closing the door softly behind him, Troy went downstairs to arrange something for them to dinner; he didn't know if Gabriella would be up for it but he thought that maybe she would feel well enough to eat something.

Leaving the kitchen when the dinner was ready, Troy went to sit on the sofa in the living room thinking about everything that had happened that day. Though he wanted to ignore the voice that was still shouting and cursing him, the voice was louder each time; he had never seen Gabriella so weak, it was almost painful for him to see her in that state, and so Troy decided to call Chad searching for some kind of moral support.

Dialling Chad's house's number, Troy waited patiently for someone to pick the phone up, praying silently that Chad was the one to do so.

Luck was on his side.

"Hello?"

"Chad," Troy breathed. "Sorry to bother you dude but…Gabriella is not feeling well and…"

"I know," Chad answered quickly before Troy's rambling began. "Taylor has told me what happened and I've imagined you would want to talk about it…"

"What can I do?" Troy asked hoping Chad would have the answer.

Troy heard Chad's sigh. "That's not the first migraine she's had Troy," Chad explained softly. "Gabriella has been having them for years…"

"What?" Troy answered shocked. "How come I haven't known about them?"

"She didn't want to worry you," Troy noticed Chad's hesitation. "And seeing how you've behaved that afternoon she was right…"

"I know," Troy whispered. "God Chad, I've been so drama queen…seriously, I don't know how Gabriella can put up with me sometimes…"

Chad chuckled. "Look Troy, Gabriella has some special painkillers. Usually they are in the cabinet of her bathroom, in a blue box. Go find them and give her two with a glass of water."

"How do you know that?" Troy asked bewildered because Chad knew so much about Gabriella.

Chad didn't want to answer; the truth was that Gabi's migraines began around the time Lucy died…and Troy began to ignore her. Since then, Peter had asked Diandra, Chad's mother, to look after Gabriella when one of this episodes of migraine attacked her and he was not at home. Soon, Chad decided to be the one helping Gabriella and so he'd been the one taking care of her when she felt like shit.

Deciding to tell Troy the truth but omitting certain things, Chad answered softly. "Peter talked with my mother about it and we've been taking care of her when she didn't feel okay and Peter was not at home…"

"Oh, I see…" Troy answered somehow uncomfortable. "Wait a second; I'm going to look for the pills…" He said trying to divert the topic of their conversation; he didn't like to be like out of anything Gabriella-related and he didn't like the way their conversation was going.

"Okay," Chad answered waiting patiently for Troy to tell him he'd already found the pills.

Though Troy was silent, Chad could guess he was disappointed Gabriella never told him about her migraines; of course Chad understood her when she explained she couldn't tell Troy about them because he would grab that fact as another reason for him to be away from her. But, knowing Troy, Chad knew he probably was mad, with them or himself, he didn't know, though he didn't want for any of them to know that.

Chad heard Troy closing a door softly. "Are they called Migrakillers?"

"Yeah," Chad answered. "You have to give her two with a big glass full of water. She'll be okay again in no time…"

"Thanks Chad," Troy answered awkwardly.

"She meant well trying to keep you out of this Troy," Chad murmured softly.

Troy nodded. "I know, but I can't help but feel like I should have known about that…I mean…"

"I understand," Chad stopped Troy. "But you would have had another reason to keep Gabriella away. Those migraines have nothing to do with you, okay? Don't start again with the "I can't be with her because she needs to be safe" crap Troy. A lot of people have migraines…"

Troy narrowed his eyes. "I know that…"

His defensive tone alerted Chad that Troy was playing a role with him now. Rolling his eyes, Chad groaned into the phone. "Good. Give her the painkillers and you'll see how she's okay in no time…"

"Ok," Troy snapped hating the tone with which Chad was talking to him. "Bye."

Chad didn't even answer him, hanging up the phone wordlessly; he was tired of Troy blaming himself for everything, he was tired of be the one listening over and over again how his best friend told him he was damned. He hated for Troy to feel this way, and he felt pity for him, but each time Troy talked with him in those terms, he felt pain for his friend too; it was hard for him to hear Troy almost considering himself a killer. He didn't know what to do in order for Troy to be his normal self again; he wanted his best friend back.

Troy, on the other side, stood there, in the corridor in front of Gabriella's room, thinking about what Chad had told him. He knew migraines were nothing dangerous or lethal, but his overprotective side was already blaming him for them; his Gabriella's side, however, wasn't silence either, trying to convince him otherwise…again.

Groaning aloud, Troy realized he had to do something before both voices got him crazy; he couldn't let them to invade his mind totally. After a quick trip downstairs to grab a glass of water, Troy went upstairs again, opening Gabriella's bedroom's door softly, trying to not startle his angel. Placing the glass in her nightstand, Troy sat beside Gabriella and, caressing her hair from her cheek, he whispered her name. "Gabi…baby…wake up…"

"What?" She answered in a sleepy voice opening her eyes slowly.

"I have your painkillers," Troy whispered. "They'll help you to feel better…"

Gabriella lifted her upper body slowly with Troy's help, who was supporting her back with one arm while with the other he gave her the medicine and the water; swallowing both pills, Gabriella leaned onto the pillows again and closed her eyes. "Thank you…"

Troy didn't say anything but reached for her hand, caressing her knuckles softly with his thumb. "Would you like something to eat?"

"Have you cooked?" Gabriella whispered smiling softly.

"Ehh!" Troy chuckled. "I know how to cook, thank you very much."

Gabriella's sweet giggles echoed around the room and then Troy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding; the painkillers were already doing what they were supposed to do: the colour was returning to her cheeks and her body seemed to be stronger now.

"I'm okay now," Gabriella said lowly. "Let's go downstairs to eat…"

"Are you sure?" Troy asked already standing up and reaching out his hands to help her.

Gabriella nodded. "I'm hungry."

Troy helped her to stand up and didn't drop his arms from around Gabriella until he saw by himself that she was steadied and with her normal equilibrium. Deciding to leave one of his arms around her waist, just in case, Troy pulled Gabriella downstairs, sitting her in the kitchen and placing a plate of a chicken salad in front of her. "I thought you would like something light if anything…"

"And you were right," she murmured tugging at his shirt so she could peck his lips.

Troy sat in front of Gabriella and both teens had dinner mostly in silence; Gabriella was aware that Troy wanted to talk about her migraines, but she didn't want to do so. She didn't want to argue with him, and she knew that if the topic surfaced, they would end arguing. However, the decision wasn't up to her because, suddenly, Troy cleared her throat, and Gabriella looked at him.

"How long?" He asked in an uncomfortable voice.

Gabriella tried to play dumb. "How long what?"

"Gabriella," Troy said sternly. "Answer me damn it!"

Gabriella narrowed her eyes at his tone. "How long what?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "How long have you been having those fucking migraines?"

"Two years." Gabriella snapped.

"Two-years?" Troy asked in a strangled voice. He maybe wasn't the cleverest of the East High population but he could do the math perfectly.

"Yeah," Gabriella answered avoiding his eyes. "More or less…"

Troy's fury vanished; his shoulders fell in a defeated way and he sighed frustrated. "Why didn't you tell me?"

His voice had been low but Gabriella heard him; maybe it was better if they cleared things now before one of them snapped to the other. "Because I didn't want you thought what you are thinking right now."

Troy closed his eyes at her cold tone. "I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Of course you don't!" Gabriella said. "Look at me…"

Troy opened his eyes and couldn't help but lost himself into her big brown eyes. "What?"

"I know you are thinking that's your fault," Gabriella said softly this time, "but it's not…"

Troy nodded once. "Are they always so strong like the one you've had today?"

"Sometimes it's only a headache, sometimes they are worse…" Gabriella answered dying to reach for his hand but not knowing if she should do that. "But with the painkillers they pass quickly; I usually have some of them in my bag in case they come when I'm not at home, but I forgot to take more with me when I ended the ones I had, and that's the reason because of today it's seemed bigger…"

"And our activities hasn't helped, right?" Troy asked shyly.

Gabriella stood up and went to stand beside him; Troy pulled his chair away from the table and opened his arms so Gabriella could cuddle on his lap. "Hey, I wanted that as much as you did…"

"But I've been all but gentle…" Troy murmured tightening his arms around her.

"And I've liked it," Gabriella said caressing his cheek. "Troy we've been so long stopping our feelings, we've been so long trying to pretend we didn't know each other, than now everything is surfacing again. It's okay to be wild once and awhile…that doesn't mean you love me less or anything like that. I love when you are all gentle and sweet, but…I also have a kinky side, you know?"

Gabriella ended with a sweet giggle and Troy chuckled with her. "You maybe should put some ice under your breast though…"

"What?" Gabriella widened her eyes. "What have you done?"

"I kinda…" Troy cleared his throat. Gabriella would be mad for sure. "Well, why don't you look it by yourself?"

"Troy," she protested. "Please tell me you haven't marked my breast!"

"I haven't done anything of the sorts?" He answered grinning goofily and making it sound more like a question.

Gabriella groaned and stood up from his lap, exiting from the kitchen muttering some nonsense about how Taylor was right when she talked about Chad and Troy being like Neanderthals, and went to the bathroom beside the living room, with Troy hot in her heels, amused by her murmurs. "I swear if that love bite is huge you are going to pay…"

"Don't be so drama queen," Troy rolled his eyes. "It's not huge…"

Gabriella lifted the shirt Troy had put on her before and widened her eyes when she saw the enormous purple mark under her right breast. "Not huge?!?! What the fuck Troy! That won't be covered by the bra! We have P.E. tomorrow and everyone will see it!"

"Then they'll see you are mine," Troy answered cockily.

"You think?" Gabriella snapped sarcastically before she sighed in defeat. "God Troy, what I'm going to do now? I have enough with people gossiping about us not knowing anything; I don't want to give them anything more to gossip about…"

Troy picked up her sad tone and went to hug her from behind. "Sorry," he muttered against her forehead.

Gabriella turned around in his arms and pressed her face in his chest. "No more love bites a little too revealing about what we do or we don't do, okay?"

"Okay," Troy answered smiling softly when Gabriella's arms wrapped around his waist. "What do you want to do now? Is the migraine gone?"

Troy noticed Gabriella nodding into his chest. "Can we go to bed? I'm tired…" She yawned proving her point and Troy chuckled softly, placing one of his arms under her knees, making her squeal when the ground disappeared from under her feet.

"Troy!" She shrieked tightening her arms around his neck. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry baby," Troy grinned. "But you're tired so I'm going to put you in bed now…"

With that, Troy kissed her forehead once and then carried her bridal style silently to her room; knowing her complaints wouldn't be listened, Gabriella relaxed leaning her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She didn't realize they were already in her bedroom until her back touched the mattress; Gabriella opened her eyes and tightened her hold around Troy's neck. "Don't go…"

Chuckling, Troy crawled over her body to place himself beside her, opening his arms so Gabriella could cuddle into him. "I won't go."

His voice sounded like a promise and the girl cuddled more into him. "Night…" Gabriella murmured kissing his chest softly.

Troy tilted her head up and kissed her luscious lips. "Night baby, I'll see you in my dreams…"

Gabriella smiled and reached for the sheets, covering both bodies with them and tightening her arm over his stomach.

Troy turned off the lights and pressed her body closer to his, inhaling her scent and closing his eyes peacefully knowing that rough times would come right their way but also knowing that, together, they would be okay.