"So your wedding is coming sooner than ever?" Sharpay asked in disbelief.
Gabriella nodded while biting her lip. She is still technically working but there were fewer costumers today that she could probably take a rest. Sharpay came just in time to not make Gabriella bore on the clock. "Yeah. We're getting married on June 14 at the Lux Hotel (made up)."
"Seriously? That is the one of the most expensive hotels in New York," Sharpay commented.
"Please, the Bolton family is so wealthy; the total of the wedding is the same amount of money in their back pockets. They live a life of luxury and everything they own is either brand new or totally vintage and expensive. I bet their maid and butler earns more than us," Gabriella said.
"In that case, I wouldn't mind working as a maid at all. Even if I have to wear those black maid outfits," Sharpay said. "Anyways, do you know what this means when you're officially Mrs Troy Bolton?"
"Ew! Mrs Troy Bolton? Those words make me want to vomit. Plus it makes him sounds like a sissy," Gabriella said. "Anyways, what does it means?"
"It means, you Gabriella Montez, will be the wife to the son of one of the richest family in the state! You don't even have to work another day in your life because money just keeps on coming to you every time you breathe," Sharpay pointed out.
"Sharpay, there's more to me than money," Gabriella reminded her. "And besides, Troy practically doesn't want to do with his family at all. I don't blame him. I might've killed myself if my family told me I have to get married or else."
"But still. Wouldn't it be wonderful?" Sharpay asked.
"What's so wonderful about being a trophy wife? He might as well put me in a case and wipe me every single day," Gabriella sarcastically.
"G, all I'm saying is, just live in the moment for a while. Something good might surprise you sometimes," Sharpay advised.
Gabriella wasn't sure what Sharpay meant but she gave Sharpay a tiny smile.
"Hey Montez!" someone called. Gabriella turned around and sees that the head chef was calling her from the kitchen.
"Be right back," Gabriella told Sharpay.
"Never mind. I'm heading home anyways. See you soon okay?" Sharpay said.
"Bye." Gabriella walked to the kitchen to see the head chef. Usually when she was called in to the kitchen was either she had to help out in the kitchen or the head chef, Susan, have something delicious for Gabriella to bring home and eat.
"What's up?" Gabriella asked.
"Since it's been a slow day, I had time to whip you up some of my homemade dumplings made from scratch," Susan said while showing Gabriella the dish.
"Mmm…looks good. You don't have to do this," Gabriella said.
"I know but I want to. Plus, your fiancée might like to try it," Susan smirked.
Gabriella was about to say she doesn't have a fiancée but then she noticed she was wearing the engagement ring Troy gave her. No arguments there.
Gabriella blushed, "Thanks."
"Where is this boy you've been keeping in the closet? He doesn't come here a lot does he?" Susan asked.
"He's been really busy with his job and he's at home right now sick due to food poisoning. He's much better now," Gabriella said.
"I see. Well it's a good thing I made these for you. You two should try it together," Susan said. "Do you want some wine to go with that? I have two bottles right now. I've been keeping it in the cupboard for almost a month now."
"I guess it'll be okay. I haven't had a drink in a while and I think we do need a drink right now," Gabriella commented.
"Stressed about the wedding planning?" Susan asked.
"Yeah," Gabriella answered.
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Troy was now sitting at home tuning his guitar. He was glad that he got four days off. He didn't waste any of the four days to complete the song he was working on. He decided to go through with the song he sang to Gabriella the other day. Gabriella was right. The song is good and well-written. The bonus part, he's easily inspired by the song.
He finally finished the song and was playing it repeatedly to make sure it sounds excellent. While playing, he heard someone opening the door.
"I'm home!"
"Hey," Troy answered while still distracted by his song.
"I brought home dumpling and two bottles of wine," Gabriella announced.
Troy put down his guitar and watched as Gabriella served the dumplings on a plate, "I never had dumplings before," he admitted.
"Me neither but it smells nice," Gabriella said while biting the dumpling. "Oh my gosh, they are delicious!"
"What's with the wine?" Troy asked.
"I was thinking since we've been ultra stress lately, we deserve something to make us relax," Gabriella said.
"And wine is the way to make us relax?" Troy asked sceptically.
"Okay, maybe you didn't need a drink but I need one. You have no idea how stress I am nowadays. I just thought you would like some too," Gabriella said.
"Alright, alright. Let me get some glasses," Troy offered.
"What for?" Gabriella asked. "It's just the two of us. We can drink through the bottle. It's not like we're in a fancy restaurant or something. Besides, there are two bottles."
Troy didn't know how to react to Gabriella's answer. He has never met anyone who dares to drink wine from the bottle. Most of the people he knew drank it from a clear glass. He kind of like this side of Gabriella. Wild; but still annoying.
"Suit yourself," Troy shrugged while opening the wine bottle and then drank it.
"Aren't you going to try the dumpling?" Gabriella asked.
"Maybe later. Just ate," Troy answered.
Gabriella then noticed the guitar beside the couch. "Did you finish writing a song?"
"Yup. Just finished it. I'm going to show it to the record company once I get to work," Troy said.
"Can I hear the song?" Gabriella asked.
"Why not," Troy shrugged and took his guitar. "I'll just play the chorus and the bridge for you." He then took the sheet of music and gave it to Gabriella, "Here are the lyrics."
Cause I, I can be everything you need,
If you're the one for me,
like gravity,
I'll be unstoppable,
I, yeah, believe in destiny,
I maybe an ordinary guy with heart and soul,
But if you're the one for me,
Then I'll be a hero
So incredible,
Some kind of miracle,
When it's meant to be,
I'll become a hero, oh
So I wait, wait, wait,
Wait for you!
I'll be a hero
"Wow. You really finished the song. The lyrics sound so cool. I can't wait to listen to the whole thing. Of course, I will the first to listen to it right?" Gabriella asked.
"I guess."
"Good. Anyways, what was that other song you've been working on that you were planning to give to the record company?" Gabriella asked.
"Oh that. I got stuck in between the song. I didn't even finish it at all. Do you want to listen to it?" Troy offered. Gabriella nodded excitedly while drinking her bottle of wine and Troy starts to play.
All my life people telling me just who I am
They don't wanna know
They don't really understand
Too many people trying to tell me to be practical
Only think that I am one dimensional
But I can feel it there's a fire raging underneath
Running through the pages
Here I am coming clean
I'm sick of lying to myself
Gotta live the truth
Now I got to do what I got to do
This is where I should be
There ain't no other place yeah
Where my soul really speaks
There ain't no other way
I can feel it save me move me change me
Gotta go where the music takes me
Let It set me free
You've got to Believe
Gabriella noticed the way he was playing his guitar. He looks angry and frustrated and the words are just so meaningful. She had to ask, "Is that song about…your family?"
"The song is to my dad," Troy corrected her. "Always in my life I never did enough to make him proud of me."
"Maybe he just wants you to do what's the best for you," Gabriella said.
"The best for me would be him leaving me as I am," Troy said while drinking his wine.
Gabriella fell silent, "At least your dad still talks to you," she finally said.
Troy felt her pain. Gabriella's father hasn't even had any contact with her for weeks. It is really inconsiderate of him to just let go of his daughter like that and Gabriella never talks to him about her father at all.
"So…are you going to invite him to the wedding?" Troy asked.
"I think I will. He is my dad. Who else is going to walk me down the aisle? Unless he decides to not come then…I'll just have to walk down the aisle myself," Gabriella answered.
"I'm really sorry for putting you into this mess. Trust me, if I knew this would happen, I would never—" Troy was cut-off by Gabriella.
"Hey, I thought we were over apologising?" Gabriella reminded him.
"I know but I still feel kind of guilty," Troy said. "Is there any huge favour I can do for you so we're even?"
Gabriella thought about for a second. She honestly didn't know what she wants in return. Of course there is one that could benefit her and Troy. "You could try to create a wedding that we want and not what your parents want," Gabriella suggested. "Like, you should ask your parents to let us take charge since it's going to be our wedding. We won't have to do the big boy stuff. Just stuff like, the wedding colour theme, the colours of the flowers, the type of flowers, all the small things we can do so we won't be so surprised when it's the wedding day."
"I guess I could try to ask," Troy shrugged.
"Good. Maybe we can start having a rough idea what the things would look like. For example, roses or daisies?" Gabriella asked.
"I don't know…roses?"
"I prefer daisies. Moving on—"
"Hold up. I thought it's going to be our decision?" Troy pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm still in charge and you still have to listen to everything I say," Gabriella said. Suddenly she started to laugh randomly.
Troy chuckled at her laughter, "What's so funny?"
"I find it funny that we're getting married. Us. Two people who met at a tiny café are actually going to tie the knot because you are afraid to tell your parents the truth and wanted to escape from an arranged marriage," Gabriella said while bursting into laughter again. Troy could tell that she's starting to become drunk but he was honestly getting drunk as well so he might as well join in.
"Yeah. This time next month, we're going to be the Mr and Mrs Troy Bolton," Troy said.
Gabriella laughed again, "You said Mrs Troy Bolton. You're a girl!"
Both of them laughed hysterically, obviously drunk by the amount of wine. If Troy could think straight, he might find it weird that how strong the wine is to make two people get drunk so fast.
They started talking about senseless stuff and began to laugh more and more till the bottle of wine is finished to the bottom.
"Oh no! The wine is finished," Gabriella said, drunk.
"Oh well. You'll just get some tomorrow then," Troy said which made both of them laugh uncontrollably.
"You want to know a secret?" Gabriella asked. "I've always secretly sort of like you more than a friend. In fact, I think you are hot."
"Really? Well want to know my secret? I think your pretty hot yourself. One time you forgot to take close your bedroom door, I watched you changing your clothes while you're naked. I have to say you are very sexy."
Gabriella gasps, "You did?!" then stopped, "So how sexy was I?"
"Victoria Secret model hot," Troy answered.
"Well that is the most sweetest thing ever! I think your abs should be on a Calvin Klein poster somewhere in Manhattan," Gabriella said, laughing. "Oh! Remember that kiss we had in the closet of my work place? I know I said I hated it, but I actually enjoyed it. You are a good kisser."
"Really? We'll do you want to kiss me right now? I'm available. It's not like I'm dating or anything," Troy said, laughing as well.
"Seriously?" Gabriella asked.
Troy answered by kissing her lips tenderly. Gabriella could taste the wine in his lips and kissed Troy as well. Slowly, Troy's lips moved to Gabriella's neck and he began to kiss them roughly but at the same time smoothly. Troy felt his head spinning but he didn't care. He then moved his lips back to Gabriella's lips while she played with his hair thoroughly. One thing led to another, everything went on very fast…
To be continued…
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