Author's Note: Sorry for not updating this story. I've been busy updating OP, WIT and now I'm going to start writing this one some more. But also School starts August 25th and I'm getting ready for that. I'll be a sophomore! tehe. High School...wow. Also people who read this and also like twilight and have read Breaking Dawn, please don't tell me anything about it because I haven't read it yet and I don't want peeps telling me. tehe.

Beauty and the Tragedy

Chapter 4: Maybe..Show You Sometime

He sat up from his bed and rubbed his eyes. It was Saturday. But today was him working on his art. He loved everything about his art. He was suppose to do basketball then work on extra things. His father thought he was wasting his time, but he understood why his son drew.

Troy got up from his bed and went into this en-suite bathroom and shut the door quietly and turned the light switch on. He looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't bad looking he took good care of himself. He got his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth and then rinse and spit and then turned his shower on.

He got into the shower and stepped under the hot luke warm water. The strange thing about his was he indeed had a six pack. He worked out when he didn't want to draw or listen to music. But the only work out he did was basketball and he did that for his dad and mom. For his dad because he's coach of his new school's basketball team. And he's been riding him about playing a sport. His mom because, she asked him too for his dad's sake and he agreed.

Troy stepped out of his shower and put a towel around his waist and opened his bathroom door and went into his bedroom. He went to his droor's and grabbed a pair of blue plaid boxers and ankle crew socks. He put those on and went towards his closet and picked out a pair of stone washed blue jeans and a black vintage t-shirt. After getting dressed, Troy grabbed his drawing pad, pencils, and his pastel's and went and sat on his front porch swing and began to draw.

Troy started drawing the grave stone.

His grandfather's grave stone.

He just couldn't get the picture out of his mind. After all his best friend was gone and he didn't know what to do any more. His Grandfather, James, encouraged Troy to pursue his dreams, and he always stood up to Jack, Troy's father about the whole basketball thing. Troy played basketball, but it was just a hobby, nothing more. After James passed, Troy kept to himself and just drew and listened to music more. His mother, Lucille thought it was just good for him to release his thoughts and anger out, so she let him be.

Troy heard something, more like a voice. Two voices. He looked over on his right and saw Gabriella and her dad talking...more like shouting and laughing. Having a great time. He caught a bit of their conversation.

"...Ok, I'll ask her and we do not like each other!" Caleb Montez said and he then saw Gabriella speak.

"You do too!"she shouted, while laughing.

"Do not!"he said getting in his car and pulling out of the drive way. Troy looked at her weirdly, shook his head, laughed quietly, but loud enough for her to hear and went back to his art. He felt eyes still on him, watching his movement. Troy looked at his art, His grandfather's gravestone. He just couldn't get it out of his head and sighed. He erased a some of the outlines and then took out a grey pastel and smoothly colored the stone.

After a few moments, Troy looked up and over towards Gabriella's house and saw she had gone inside. He went to his art and messed around with the colors. He looked beside him, grabbing his iPod and turning it on. Hold On by Acceptance came on and he smiled. This was actually one of his Mother's favorite bands. He loved his mother very much. After all she was the woman that gave her life. But after her father died, aka Troy's grandpa, he really avoided her and his dad and he had a little brother and his parents were about to bring another child into the world.

Troy was happy for the new baby, but it wasn't going to get easier. He just felt like his world was crumbling around him. His best friend was gone and he didn't have anyone to look up too. He could look up to his dad but all he did was put pressure on him. Troy sighed and stood, gathering his things. He walked inside and upstairs and into his bedroom. He put his drawings in his top droor and then took his iPod off and put it on his iHome. He then went back downstairs and into the back yard to release some stress. He grabbed a basketball and started playing.

"So my boy has finally picked a ball up," Jack Bolton said coming into the back yard, watching his son.

"I just didn't feel like drawing anymore, so this is the next best thing," Troy replied and shot a 3 pointer.

"Troy, why don't you try out for the team? I mean I met the team and their ok, but with you they could do a whole lot better," Jack said. Troy shot the ball again and then looked at his father. He sighed.

"I think about it. But I won't make any promises, Ok?" Jack grinned and nodded and went back inside. Troy walked over to the basketball lying on the grass and picked it up. When he looked up, he saw Gabriella standing on her balcony and looking at him. He started back at her and decided to speak.

"You do know that it's not nice to stare?" he asked her. She snapped out of what she was thinking about and kept staring at him.

"I just heard someone play basketball and came to inspect. You know, Your pretty good. Try out for the team," she said. Troy groaned.

"You overheard my conversation with my dad didn't you?" he asked her. She blushed, even from down below he could tell she was blushing. He smiled softly at her. She looked at him and simply nodded her head, saying 'yes'.

"I agree with him. Don't you like playing?" she asked.

"No, I only play when I'm bored. I'm more into my music and art remember?" he said and she nodded.

"You know, when I met your parents they spoke about your art, as like your amazing and never want to stop," she pointed out to him, leaning more onto the railing of her balcony looking down at him and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Yeah, well they've only seen the ones of my grandfather's funeral and gravestone. I have tons more. I could show you sometime..that's if you would like," he said and she smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah that would be cool," she answered.

"GABS!! Time to party!!" yelled a very excited Sharpay Evans coming into Gabriella's bedroom. Gabriella looked at her over-excited best friend and smiled. Troy laughed and disappeared into his house. Gabriella turned back to Troy and noticed he was gone.

"Hey Shar," Gabriella said walking back into her bedroom.

"Gabssssy! What were ya doing?" Sharpay asked and jumped on top of Gabriella's bed.

"Talking to myself," Gabriella said and Sharpay rolled her eyes, but didn't press it any further. Gabriella thought about what Troy said about showing her his art. She smiled and continued with Her and Sharpay's little slumber party.