Author's Note—So I know that I haven't updated in what seems like forever, but...life gets in the way. A lot of things have been going on and I really don't feel like I have to justify myself. A lot of authors on this site update only every once in a while, and I think that we're all lucky if we receive one. It shouldn't matter when there's updates as long as it happens sometime in the future.
I'm really not trying to sound like a bitch, but I just received a review and it really upset me. The person should know who they are, as I'm grateful for everyone who reviewed last chapter, but to that one person who called me lazy and rude for not updating, and said that I should apologize—they should back off as you have no idea what goes on in my life.
I seriously thought about not updating after that review as although the review said that I was a good author, it still really upset me, but I didn't want to seem like a bitch to everyone else who has been waiting patiently .
Warning, this story is coming to an end soon as you probably can tell that this chapter and probably the next one seem kind of rushed, and I could have added a whole lot more scenes to bring it all together smoothly, but I just don't feel it anymore. And if you don't feel it's rushed, the maybe it's just me. But I'm pretty sure that it's rushed, but at least I updated, right?
Thanks a ton. Hope you enjoy.
"Troy, please be rational about this. You were injured. Don't make this any harder than it already has to be." Lucille pleaded as she was sitting next to Troy in the Doctor's office.
Doctor Breen was smiling sadly at the son and mother.
"You said up to two and a half months. Basketball season will be over by then, not to mention the playoffs and championship." Troy muttered darkly while he would have crossed his arms, but it hurt to do that kind of movement, plus there was also a problem with doing that action with a sling around his dominate arm.
"Troy, it's different for all kids," Doctor Breen started to explain, "It's been a couple of days since the accident, and the swelling has gone down tremendously. That's a GREAT thing! Now if you keep icing your arm if it hurts, give it a lot of rest, and by that, I mean try not to use it for anything, and if you wear your sling for three weeks, then you can come back here for another check up and we can start discussing physical therapy."
Troy looked up alarmed now. "Three weeks? I thought you said I would have to wait a month before starting any physical therapy."
Doctor Breen smiled. "You seem like a determined kid Troy. If you follow what I just told you, then I see no reason why you can't start a little bit early--of course not overdoing it as if there's just the slightest amount of pain, you'll have to stop."
Lucille mustered a smile on her face while she looked at her only son. "See Troy? It's only nine weeks now."
"Nine weeks. Isn't there anything we can do, please Doctor Breen?" Troy asked.
"Well like I said to your mother the night you came here, I told her that physical therapy could last from four to six weeks." He sighed as Troy looked at him while doing the math silently in his head, "If you do well in physical therapy and aren't pushing it too much to build up your muscle, because believe me, your right arm is going to be looking very small, but…if you are making progress and everything checks out to be alright, you could possibly have this finished and ready to play in seven weeks. When do playoffs start?"
"January 31st is the first playoff game. Exactly one day and seven weeks after my shoulder dislocated," Troy stated proudly as the Doctor frowned at how much Troy was relying on the shortest amount of physical therapy possible.
Just then Doctor Breen's beeper started going off. He looked down at it as the mother and son shared a smile. "If you excuse me, I have to go." He stood up and offered his hand to Lucille who shook it gratefully. He turned to Troy who got up and winced a little from the pain that shot through his shoulder. "Remember Troy, please don't get your hopes up if the physical therapy isn't as quick as you want it to go. It's different for everyone, and with people under the age of 25, it's much more likely that their shoulder will be dislocated again and then that would mean surgery time."
Troy nodded while he couldn't keep a small grin off of his face at the thought of being able to play in the playoffs with his basketball team.
"Thanks Doctor."
"Just make an appointment for three weeks from now, and we'll discuss physical therapy. Then schedule an appointment for seven weeks from now, and that'll be just a follow up examination. Good bye Ms. Bolton." Doctor Breen looked at Troy as his eyes narrowed a little suspiciously, "Take GOOD care Troy. Please. I really don't feel like performing a surgery that could've been avoided."
"Will do Doc."
A couple of days ago, Lucille and Troy were hardly talking. A couple of days ago, Troy pointed out Lucille's real masked feelings about talking to Andrew again. But mother and son pushed all negative feelings aside. Lucille avoided Troy for the first couple of days, of course she was still around the house bringing him food and making life a hell of a lot easier for Troy than it needed it to be, but they didn't really talk anymore.
But one look at her son before the doctor's appointment that day, and somehow, their feelings were pushed aside and they had a real normal conversation again. It started with Lucille tentatively stepping into the kitchen where Troy was eating an apple, and then asking about how Gabriella was doing who Troy had only spoken to on the phone lately.
Troy was surprised that his mother was talking to him, but since they didn't have a lot of fights to go off of and how to recover from them, they both thought that just pushing past it was for the best. It wasn't Troy's place to try to talk to his mom about Andrew. That was between her and his biological father.
Now Troy just had to worry about getting better in time for the playoffs.
"So," Lucille mused in the car as she was driving Troy and herself home, "Christmas Break starts tomorrow. Any plans with Gabriella?"
Troy was looking out the window, a perfect opportunity for him to mask his distaste in the situation. It had been four days since Gabriella was over at his house and all of a sudden left. It had been four days since he had seen her in person. He was just lucky that her dad didn't take away her cell phone yet.
"I really don't know," he said as he didn't want to go into further detail.
Lucille scrunched up her eye brows. "You're not fighting, are you? Because--"
"No," Troy interjected quickly. "No, we're definitely not fighting. She just got grounded is all."
"Oh, well I'm sure that your father had a reason." Troy could still hear the distaste in Lucille's tone with the news he told her about Gabriella.
"I think Brie's happy though," he mused with a smile, "They're still healing from Anna, and…as much as it sucks that I can't see her, I know she's happy."
"No swearing Troy," Lucille scolded lightly.
Troy rolled his eyes while looking out the window still so his mom couldn't see him.
"So about Friday…"
Troy groaned, "I don't want to do anything for my birthday mom. It's bad enough that I can't play basketball for seven weeks. I don't want to start celebrating something that I haven't celebrated in years."
"That's not true honey. We went out last year, and the year before I got you a truck. And the year before that we went to--"
"Okay!" Troy exclaimed to stop his mom from continuing even farther. "I get it mom, but please…I don't want to do anything besides possibly seeing my girlfriend."
Lucille smiled as Troy looked at her suspiciously, but nonetheless shook it off as it must have just been a mom thing.
Gabriella groaned in frustration. So this was torture, she mused over as she stared at her father in the kitchen as he went along his business as if nothing was wrong.
"Why can Jase come over and Troy can't?!" She whined as most people would think she was mad and sad all in one, but all together, she was happy. She had returned home on Monday evening and found her father waiting for her in the living room. He had a serious look on his face and she was almost too scared to ask what was up.
He laid down ground rules saying that he read some parenting book for the 'troubled teen'. Gabriella almost snorted out loud thinking about Monday evening and how her father and her had a long, LONG, talk about their new life that they were going to try.
No, they weren't moving. It was almost worst than that.
She was GROUNDED!
She was happy at the time when he told her. It meant that he was finally cluing into things. He was noticing all the slip ups that were happening around the house, and apparently the book he read during school hours told him to take charge again. And by taking charge, Carlos thought that meant it was a good sign to ground her for two weeks.
No computer, no ipod, no having friends over, and coming straight home from school. The only exception of his ground rules were if it involved school work. Over the past four days, things were turning themselves around for the better.
They hadn't had take out once, and shockingly, they both went to the store on Wednesday.
But now it was pure torture as Gabriella couldn't distract herself from calling Troy since he was at the doctors and he was supposed to call her later. She was lucky that her dad didn't take away her cell phone. The only reason why he didn't do that was because he said he trusted her to only make emergency phone calls. He never said anything about other people calling her. Plus, talking to Troy was like an emergency as he was basically handicapped. Or at least, that's what Gabriella told her father to keep him happy about the cell phone.
"Because, you weren't at Jason's house breaking your curfew rule last weekend."
"That's because Troy is handi--"
"Also, I am letting you go to Troy's birthday party still, right?" Carlos looked over at him daughter. A smile was playing on his lips as he really didn't like the book he read at all about how to deal with 'trouble teens', but he had to admit, there was a little bit of good advice. "And the book says I shouldn't let you go, but…"
"Dad!" Gabriella exclaimed with a laugh at how her father had been quoting that stupid book for what seemed like forever.
Carlos smiled, "Just be glad I'm letting Jason even come over. I'm surprised his parents didn't ground him for being thrown into jail."
Gabriella rolled her eyes. It really wasn't Jason's fault that he was in jail. Sure, he had thrown the first punch at Derek, but Derek retaliated and although the fight lasted for a good fifteen minutes before anyone could break them up and Derek needed dental work done, Jason still shouldn't have been arrested. But the Police were strict in their town about teenagers fighting, and they didn't take any crap.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. But doesn't that stupid book say something about your daughter hanging out with a criminal?" Gabriella teased.
Carlos glared at his daughter jokingly. "You're pushing your luck Ella. Just go wait for Jason and go help him get ready for Troy's party."
"You don't need to tell me twice. I feel suffocated from being held prisoner in my own home."
Carlos just laughed, knowing that this was just the beginning of their new chapter in life as father and daughter.
Everything was okay. It just had to be.
"You're doing this now?!" Gabriella exclaimed as it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. Jason usually was late with things.
"Well there's going to be people over here later tonight, in like two hours, so I kind of have to finish wrapping this." Jason huffed out as Gabriella knew that he wasn't frustrated with her, but with the wrapping paper that wasn't cooperating.
Gabriella smiled and Jason shifted uneasily as he looked up after a moment of silence. "What?" He asked warily.
Gabriella shook her head, "Nothing, just…you offer your house for Troy's party, you're getting the alcohol all by yourself, and you got Troy a gift. You LIKE him!"
"One, I didn't offer my house. We had no where else to host it. Two, Zeke and Chad are both getting alcohol too. And three, it's a birthday party, and you're meant to get him a gift."
Gabriella smiled as Jason ducked his head. "You keep telling yourself that, but you still didn't have to say 'yes' for using your house. You also didn't have to get him a gift as Troy probably wouldn't care."
"Whatever," Jason grumbled once more before smiling brightly and holding up the horrible wrapping job he did, "Ha! It's done!"
Gabriella shook her head amusingly. Jason narrowed his eyes on her, "If you're so good at wrapping presents, where's your's to show off?" He challenged.
"I didn't wrap it yet."
Jason took her answer as being something else and his face scrunched up. "Eew! I don't want to know what you're planning if it's something sexual."
Gabriella threw a pillow at Jason, and successfully hit him square in the head. "You're an idiot, you know that? He can't because of his arm and the pain."
Jason put his hands over his ear and continually made noises as to cover up Gabriella supposedly talking, but in reality, she was just staring at him before his child moment was over.
"You're my best friend Gabs, but I don't want to know if my half brother is sleeping with you yet."
Gabriella stuck out her chin defiantly. "Who says that I would want you to know either?"
Jason sighed as a short silence overtook them once again. He was pulling at the threads of the carpet as Gabriella sat on the couch. He kept his eyes trained on the carpet as he spoke his next sentence, "So you guys…haven't…?"
"No!" Gabriella exclaimed right away, too quickly. "We um…just that time you walked in," Gabriella mumbled. She looked at her best friend who was still avoiding her eye contact. She felt like she needed to at least defend Troy a little bit better for his behalf, "Troy wanted to do stuff so that I could…but there's never a right time as people always interrupt."
Jason and Gabriella both shifted uncomfortably in their positions. "Um…so do balloons need to be filled?" Jason asked.
Gabriella giggled with just a trace of awkwardness in her tone now. "Uh…this is your house. I wouldn't know."
"Right," Jason jumped up. "Zeke brought over a helium tank this morning. It's outside."
"Just because you haven't been laid by your girlfriend, doesn't mean that you have to be in a shitty mood," Chad scolded as he walked almost double the speed that he normally would walk.
Troy scoffed, "It's more like we haven't talked lately."
"Oh, two days, poor baby." Chad said sarcastically. "Which also means that you haven't been laid in two days."
"Try a year," Troy pointed out, "but it's not like that with Brie. We're just…we love each other, but yet, we just started dating two months ago."
"I respect that, I do. But if your shoulder wasn't fucked, and Gabriella offered you sex right now, would you say yes?"
"I'm not answering that." Troy looked around as he knew that he recognized this area. "Where the hell are we going?!"
"We have to stop at Cross'. He has knew game plans that exclude you."
"Sorry that I intentionally fucked my shoulder up," Troy apologized sarcastically.
They finished the walk and ended up on Jason's front porch. Troy had his hands deep within his pockets while Chad knocked on Jason's front door. The door creaked open as Troy peered over Chad shoulder to see the darkness.
"This is just like a horror movie Chad." Troy hissed in annoyance. Whether it was because he hadn't seen his girlfriend, he was being dragged around by his friend on his birthday, or he was at Jason's house and he was yet to talk to him since the West High game that put him in an irritated mood, Troy didn't care as he just knew one thing, and one thing only, he was in a bad mood.
"Come on. This'll just take a second," Chad urged as all of a sudden bright lights flicked on and Troy nearly jumped back in surprise.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" At least sixty kids shouted as Troy didn't even know if he knew some of the kids in the room, although they all seemed to know him.
Troy looked around as Zeke was in the corner of the room, his arm around Sharpay who was holding her cup up, as if tipping him off before smirking at him. In a strange way, that was like she was approving him right then. Most people wouldn't smirk; they would smile, but Sharpay, in a weird Sharpay-like way, made him feel accepted by just that one smirk.
Jake and Sadie were across the room from where Sharpay and Zeke were standing. Lyle was next to them; his two arms around girls who were dressed in skimpy bathing suits. Troy then did a double take and noticed that everyone was dressed in some sort of beach theme wear.
"Um…I feel overdressed here," Troy muttered to Chad who had swung his arm around his neck.
"We changed it to a beach theme at the last minute," Chad whispered back as various people came forward to clasp hands with him in congratulations for turning eighteen.
Troy nodded and smiled as John came up and did the 'guy' handshake. "Happy Birthday man. I was a little surprised that Cross was the one to call me for this gig."
"Gig?" Troy asked with confusion.
"My gift to you man. My bands playing for free tonight. I just hope the neighbors don't mind a little noise." John smirked cockily before his face shifted into a genuine grin.
Troy's eyes squinted a little in confusion before turning his head to see what John was looking at, or rather who John was looking at.
Troy's mouth went dry as he saw the Goddess approaching them. Her slim body filling out the coconut bra and grass skirt she was wearing, along with the white shell necklace glowing on her body.
She smiled upon seeing him, wanting nothing more than to jump into his arms, but knowing that she couldn't because of his arm.
"Hey there Mr. Popular. Fancy a shell necklace?" She asked as she gingerly put it over his dropped head. He smiled as he looked down at her and with his good hand splayed out across her lower back, pulled her close to him so that their mouths could connect.
Hollers and cat calls could be heard throughout the house as Gabriella blushed and Troy just merely smiled. It was a weird feeling to Troy. A couple months ago and he couldn't even imagine being in the same house as his half brother and his amazing girlfriend, but now, he couldn't think of anywhere else to spend it as he saw kids that he hadn't even talked to in a couple of weeks, but yet, they were still there. It was like a wall had been knocked down as kids who Jason probably didn't even know were in his house, and he was accepting it. And then there were kids that Troy just happened to meet in the last couple of weeks. They were actually mingling with the other kids who weren't on teams at school. It seemed very odd, but refreshing.
"Come on," Gabriella prompted when everyone went back to doing what they were doing before Troy came in. A small dance floor had been created in Jason's living room with music playing as John's band started setting up.
"Where are we going?" Troy asked as Gabriella took his good hand and he started walking with her.
Gabriella just grinned as they stepped into the kitchen. A pile of presents large and small covered the kitchen table, taking up all the space so people had to start putting the presents in the corner of the kitchen.
"These are your presents," Gabriella explained unnecessarily.
"Which one did you bring?"
Gabriella turned around in his arms. "I think you'll find that my present isn't able to be wrapped."
"Brie," Troy chided with a small smile on his face. They were talking in hushed tones as there were kids all around them conversing. "You do remember that I can't do anything in the bedroom."
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "I give you one blow job and you just expect another one because it's your birthday." She wasn't annoyed. She was just teasing him.
"No!" He said too quickly as that really wasn't what he was insinuating at all. "I meant the…" he tried to come up with an appropriate term as there were people around and he just didn't want to come out and say it as other people could hear very easily, "…whole package. For the blow job, all I have to do is lay there."
Gabriella's eyes went wide as they've only talked about having sex either while they're making out and it's just conversation and one other time when they were on the phone and Troy told her that it would be very difficult for him to do it with his shoulder in pain.
"Well then, I guess you're just going to have to lay around tonight. Maybe I was planning something that leads up to you releasing, but…" Gabriella shrugged carelessly with a teasing smirk on her face as a low growl emitted from the back of Troy's throat. His hand pulled her closer, their hips bumping against one another as Gabriella nearly forgot what she was going to say, "we'll just have to see what happens tonight."
She went up on her toes and pressed a kiss to Troy's lips. "Happy birthday baby."
Troy grinned, "Happy birthday indeed."
Troy wasn't really a present person. Sure, he had bought his friends gifts when the time was appropriate. He had given his mother gifts on her birthday and mother's day. But he wasn't a present person as on Christmas, he would rather sleep in than wake up at an Ungodly like hour and start ripping at things.
But when he just happened to be walking past the pile of presents that seemed like it would never end, his eye caught onto one horribly wrapped present. He couldn't help his curiosity as his hands reached out greedily and looked at the little scrap piece of paper that held the person's name who was giving him such a thing.
His head cocked to the side as before he knew what he was doing, the wrapping paper that was barely staying on fell to the floor.
"You know, you really didn't have to get me anything," Troy said in a hushed tone.
Jason's shoulders went up and then down in a careless shrug, however, both boys knew the situation was anything but careless.
"I broke my leg when I was ten. I know a broken leg and dislocated shoulder are different, but I nearly went crazy without basketball. At least now you can semi work on your technique without actually getting in trouble if you use your left arm."
Troy looked down at the miniature basketball hoop in his hand--it was the kind that he could connect to the door of his bedroom with a soft orange basketball the size of a grapefruit--and he smiled.
"Thanks."
Jason looked up. There were a thousand different things he could have said. He could've blown off Troy and just muttered a 'whatever'. He could have finally had an epiphany and embraced him in a brotherly hug. But he didn't do anything as he just looked at Troy. Jason had been doing some thinking the past couple of days. He had overheard his dad talking on the phone, and just from his side of the conversation Jason could automatically conclude that he was talking to doctors about Troy.
However, there was one conversation that puzzled Jason the most. It was the conversation that his dad kept saying Lucille's name. That could only mean one thing, he was talking to her as he kept mentioning Troy also and asking how he was doing. Jason barely knew that side of his dad as he sounded genuinely worried. It was a strange feeling for Jason, because for once, Jason didn't feel angered by his dad showing emotions for Troy.
For Jason, the night of the West High game has been either one of his biggest mistakes, or his best one yet. He thought when his dad got home from the long hours at the hospital that he would yell at him for throwing the game and losing. He still had ink on his fingers as Gabriella pointed out when he went to the hospital before going home. And even though he went to the hospital and then went home at a late hour, his dad still stayed.
Jason thought it was his dad's way of punishment; making him dread the time he would step foot through the door to either receive a harsh teaching or the unbearable silent treatment. Jason had been surprised when his dad came into the living room and just stood there before taking three steps and sitting down next to him on the couch.
It was four words that Jason would never forget in his life. Four words that meant he was accepted. Four words that somehow made Jason see that he could actually stop worrying about Troy stealing his father. Four words that meant he could just let his insecurities go and move on.
"I'm proud of you." Andrew had said.
"And I want to thank you for what you did during the West High game. Brie said that you actually knocked Derek's teeth out?"
Jason smiled a little. "Yeah, well…he deserved it."
"Why?" Troy knew at least one of the reasons behind Jason's actions. He was pissed and there was no better way than to hit something to release the anger.
"Because when you hurt someone on the team, the team has your back. Also, we're…brothers." Troy smiled when Jason said this. "But if you tell anyone that I'm sappy or shit then I'll kick your ass."
Troy rolled his eyes, "Not if I kick yours first."
Both boys looked at each other. One of the first times actually not wanting to rip the other's throats out. One of the first times that no jealousy was painted in their eyes. One of the first times that they were accepting each other without someone forcing them too.
"I can't believe you guys talked to my mom and convinced her I was staying at Chad's." Troy murmured as his fingers absentmindedly stroked through Gabriella's hair.
They were laying on their sides, Troy was laying on his good side with Gabriella nestled into his body.
"Chad thought of that. I don't really know what he told her, but she seemed to buy it." Gabriella murmured back as if they talked too loud then they were disturb the people in the room over.
"I feel kind of underdressed here Brie," Troy teased lightly as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her neck. His hand that was in her hair rubbed down her neck and shoulders to come to her cold arms.
He was only in his boxers as he had received his 'birthday blow job'--although only Gabriella insisted on calling it that--and then he had to go to the bathroom that was connected to the room, and even though he could have walked in and out of there with wearing nothing, he felt kind of weird to be walking around his brother's house in his birthday suit. Gabriella had changed into her pajamas when he was in the bathroom, now wearing a tank top with black little shorts.
"How about this…" She sat up and brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt. She carelessly took it off revealing her black bra that was underneath it. "This is where I draw the line if we're not doing anything else."
She nestled back into his arms and let the warmth of his skin warm her up as the covers for now were only covering their bottom halves.
"You're killing me Brie…I wish that I wasn't injured right now. That way I could actually treat you fairly." He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, moving the strap of her bra down a little.
"So you actually want to have sex?" Gabriella bolted upright in her spot.
Troy sat up also as he scratched the back of his neck while trying to come up with an acceptable answer that was honest and didn't make him seem like a pervert.
"Well…I've thought about it. That's for sure," he said hesitantly as he looked at Gabriella and for once, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. "And…if the time's right, then I think we'll know."
Gabriella nodded her head as she looked down at the sheet bunching at both of their waists. They could have slept together at Zeke's cabin. They would have jumped into the relationship even more than what they did already, and things could have gone terribly wrong. Other times when they're just making out when her dad's gone, they could have gone further, but there was always something holding them back. Neither really understood it, as neither questioned it. But it was an unexplainable feeling in the pit of their stomach that told them it wasn't the right time.
"The time's not right now, is it?" Gabriella asked as she already knew the answer.
"I love you. I really do. It's just--"
"I know Troy," Gabriella whispered as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Sex is a big thing and it can easily mess up the relationship. I understand."
Troy smiled as he looked up at Gabriella who was now kneeling on her legs. "I want it to be a pleasure to both of us. It's more than just sex, it's--"
"Love," Gabriella filled in with a giggle before she lowered her forehead down onto his. He reached up with his good arm and pushed the curls behind her ears.
"Exactly."
They sealed it off with a kiss.
"So one question," Jason stated as he came to the edge of the grass and the black pavement known as his driveway. Troy turned around as he was shooting a basketball with his good arm. Although his other arm was kind of still bothering him with the way that he slept the previous night, he still couldn't just not do anything. He had watched Gabriella sleep, and then realized that he had to go to the bathroom, so he got up and ventured outside instead of risking waking her up.
"Yeah?" Troy asked as Jason motioned for Troy to pass him the ball. He caught it flawlessly as he jumped up to sink the ball in perfectly. Troy just chuckled at Jason as he held a triumphant smirk.
"Are you gonna be ready to play in the playoffs?"
Troy looked at Jason, his brother. "Hell yeah."
Jason nodded his head in approval of the answer. It was strange. Months before, neither boy could stand one another. Then they're thrown onto the same team, share the same girl, and they can get along together all of a sudden.
"Good. The team needs you."
"You're noticing that now?" Troy joked as Jason just rolled his eyes.
"Make all the jokes you want, but…we do need you back. It's a tough league this year and we're not the only ones either."
"Oh really?" Troy raised an eye brow.
"Gabriella needs you too." Jason said.
Troy smiled. "Is this your way of approving our relationship?"
"In a way. But you really don't need it. Gabriella cam make up her own mind, and I think it's safe to say that you guys have proven a lot of us wrong by staying together."
Before Troy could say something else, Jason kept talking. "But yes Troy. I'm giving you my approval…finally."
"Thanks...little brother," Troy joked.
Jason just rolled his eyes as a smile came onto his face to match Troy's.
When both boys came inside Taylor and Sharpay were in the kitchen making breakfast for themselves. Gabriella was already sitting at the kitchen table with two waffles in front of her, cut into tiny pieces.
Troy came and stood behind her as Jason went to go talk to Sharpay and Taylor who were near the toaster.
"I saw you two talking outside," Gabriella couldn't help but smile as she held up her fork with two pieces of waffle on it. Troy gratefully ate off of the fork as he smiled down at Gabriella. "What was that about?"
He shrugged as he didn't want to make it a big deal. "It was nothing."
"Nothing?" Gabriella asked disbelievingly.
Troy just smiled and planted a kiss to the top of her head. Deep down, it was something, but she didn't have to think about it as everything was great for them now.
