Dreams or Desire

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Gabriella sighed as she climbed into her car. The Lakers had just lost, and Troy hadn't played as well as he could have. This meant that she would not be dealing with a happy Troy. As she made her way out of the parking lost, her cell phone rang. After pulling it out, she saw that it was Taylor.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Taylor asked in a cheery tone.

"Not much, just leaving the game."

"Oh! How was it?"

"Bad, they lost," Gabriella replied sadly.

"That sucks."

"Yeah."

"So do you wanna come over today?"

"I would, but I have a bunch of stuff to do."

"Like what?" Taylor asked confused.

"Go to In and Out, then I have to make sure the house is clean, hide the TV remotes, and some other stuff before he gets home."

"What? Why?" A look of confusion graced Gabriella's face at her best friend's shocked tone.

"Because he likes to have something to eat when he gets home, if the house isn't clean, he will get even more stressed, and if the remotes aren't hidden, he'll watch Sports Center, which will make him more upset."

"Why is that your job?"

"Because I'm his girlfriend and it's what makes him feel better," Gabriella replied, still confused.

"Don't you think just being with you should be enough?" Gabriella's eyes narrowed, even more perplexed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you shouldn't have to wait on him. It's like you are doing them because he will get upset if you don't," Taylor replied, scoffing slightly. "You guys have been going out for like 4 months and you are acting like an NBA housewife!"

"What the hell is an NBA housewife?" Gabriella shot back offended.

"Please Gabriella, you clean his house, cook him dinner, buy the groceries, and what do you get in return? The ability to drive a luxury car, and to live in a Beverly Hills mansion, which truthfully is more beneficial to him than it is to you." Gabriella's jaw hit the floor.

"So pretty much he only lets me live with him because I'm a good fuck and can cook and I occasionally tidy things up, and I only do those things cause I'm too scared he will break up with me if I don't, because I'm a good digging whore!"

"Gabriella…"

"You know what Taylor, he cooks dinner for me just as much as I cook it for him, which is a lot more than I can say for Chad, and I am always at his house because I can't be with him anywhere else, so why don't you just go fuck yourself." Without another word, a very pissed off Gabriella hung up the phone. Not wanting to let Taylor's words effect her, she continued on with her normal routine. It wasn't until she sat down at the island in the kitchen, did she start taking Taylor's words in. She could not believe that the girl she thought of as her best friend in the whole world, had the nerve to say those things. She just stared at the food in front of her until she heard the door open. She looked up to see her boyfriend walk in. Taylor's words suddenly no longer mattered, the only thing that did was her upset boyfriend.

"Hey babe," she greeted softly.

"Hey," he mumbled, as he put his bag down. She sighed and walked up to him.

"You played great," she said, placing one hand on his stomach and the other on his hip. He just shook his head. "Yes you did. You can't win them all." He nodded. "Do you want something to eat? I got In and Out." To upset, he just nodded once again. "Ok, let me just heat it up." She kissed his cheek softly before going to the microwave, and he sat down in one of the stools. He buried his head in his hands and didn't look up until Gabriella placed his food in front of him. He didn't say thank you, just began to eat, which made Gabriella start to think about what Taylor said. She went back to her food, and they ate there in silence until Gabriella couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you think I'm turning into an NBA housewife?" Troy's head popped up and for the first time he didn't look upset, but shocked.

"What?" She sighed and turned back to her food. "What makes you think that?"

"Taylor said I am," she mumbled.

"Why would she do that?" He asked, in a high pitched, surprised tone.

"Cause I practically live here, and cause I clean and cook, and drive your cars. She pretty much said that you only keep me here because I'm a good fuck and cause I clean sometimes, and cook, and that I only do it cause I'm scared you are gonna break up with me if I don't, cause I am a gold digging whore." She didn't look up once, too upset.

"And you believe her?!" She sighed and shook her head.

"No, of course not. I just don't get why she would say those things. It hurts." It was now his turn to sigh.

"Come here." He patted his lap, and she immediately did as told. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his around her waist. "I have no idea why she would say those things, but you know that you could be the most awful cook and messiest person in the world and I would still love you. You practically live here because there is nothing more I want than to wake up to you every morning. You mean so much to me, and I would never ever think of you as a gold digger. Okay?" Gabriella nodded into his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. One moment later she froze in shock.

"Wait…"

"What?" She removed her head from his shoulder and looked at him, extremely surprised.

"You said even if I was a bad cook and messy person you would still love me." His face paled and he froze.

"No…no…I didn't." A wide smile came across her face.

"Yes you did. You love me," she replied in a teasing, sing song voice. His face turned bright red and he couldn't help but laugh, embarrassed.

"If I said that I did, would you say that you love me?" He asked flirtatiously.

"Yes," she giggled.

"Then…" He started, moving in so his lips were centimeters from hers. "I love you." She smiled against his lips.

"I love you too." He smiled back before capturing her lips with his. He stood up, not removing his lips from hers, leading her to wrap her legs around his waist. They kissed with extreme passion as he walked her up to the bedroom.

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Before either of them knew it, they were naked in bed, after a few rounds of amazing sex. Gabriella snuggled into her boyfriend, placing her cheek on his chest, and wrapping her arms around him. He smiled widely and kissed the top of her head.

"What'cha thinking about?" He asked softly.

"I don't know if I will ever be able to completely forgive her. The fact that she thinks of me like that…"

"I would be surprised if you could, but just think of it this way, look how much stronger it made things between us." Gabriella couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Yeah."

"How did it start anyway?" He asked curiously.

"She invited me over and I said I couldn't because of the game, and that I needed to do some stuff for you. She said that I shouldn't need to do anything but be there for you, and that I was only doing them cause I thought you would be mad if I didn't," she mumbled and he looked down at her in shock.

"She actually thought that I would be mad if you didn't get me In and Out?!" Gabriella just nodded. He sighed and pulled her closer. "Well she is right about one thing. All you need to do is be he for me. All that other stuff is you just being the sweet amazing girl you are." She blushed and smiled slightly. She reached up so her lips were right in front of his.

"I love you." He smiled against her lips.

"I love you too."

Please Review!!! If some are you confused about what I meant by an NBA Housewife, it is kinda just saying that she is only with him cause he is in the NBA and doesn't do anything else but shop and live off of his money.