It had just gone lunch when the phone rang, the bell on the top of the hay barn notifying me of the ringing. Running from clovers stable to the house, sidestepping past troy who was feeding his little girl who yet to be named and yanking the phone off of it's hook.

"Yup?" I asked, not caring who it was, I had to leave clovers stable door open to get this thing, I need it to hurry up.

"Hello, this is Brighton General Hospital, this number was on the emergency contact form for Abigale Swanfly."

"Okay...Is that all you wanted me to know?" I asked making a confused face at troy who was watching me whilst rocking on his feet trying to get his daughter to burp.

"Um, we've been told that Troy Bolton is at your residence?" she asked, my eyes widened as I past the phone over to Troy. As he took it, my fingernails went straight to my mouth, listening intently to the one-sided conversation.

"Hello?" He asked frowning confused at me.

I heard muffles of the woman on the other end and watched troy carefully as he straightened up and passing me the baby before going into the front room and closing the door.

"Well, it must be important huh." I said to the tiny being in my arms whilst walking back out to the court to see my dad slapping clovers ass and pushing her back into her stable.

"What have I told you! Time and time again about leaving the bloody doors open Julia!" He exclaimed calling me by my middle name-of which i hated.

"Er..not to leave them open" I said with a grin on my cheeks still looking down at the angel in my arms.

He chuckled walking over to me and stroking her little cheek with his index finger. "I remember when you were this small" He whispered digging his hands into his pockets.

"Surely i wasn't this small?" I asked in disbelief. I was three weeks late for god's sake, I was huge! Well I've never actually known how much i weighed at birth, but surely i was bigger?

"Nope, you were Three weeks early, weighed four pounds and thirteen ounces. Tiny you were." He smiled bringing me into a hug. Okay then, three weeks early then.

We didn't really hug that much these days, after my mum died we just kind of grew apart with me at college and him mourning for his wife. We both mourned in different ways, me going into work getting my mind off of it and him facing it head on with whiskey and cigarettes. I came home one weekend and found him past out in his bedroom hugging a picture of mum with a cigarette in the ashtray and a bottle of Jack Daniels on his bedside table. But that was like two years ago, were over the silly ignoring each other now.

"Why isn't she with her dad?" He asked me, following me back into the house.

"Brighton hospital phoned about someone called Abigale." I shrugged flicking the kettle on and getting out two coffee mugs, all with one hand.

"Abigale's the twin's mother, Gabriella" He said softly, he then looked down bringing his thumb and index finger to his eyes.

"What's wrong with her, dad?" I asked gently. I didn't mean to be nosey, but I'd like to know who gave these babies their beauty.

"Um, She was your mother's best friend's daughter, that's how i know Troy. Late last year.." He stopped taking a deep breath and turned around to face his back towards me. "Y'know, it's better if Troy tells you in his own time. But at the moment, all you need to know is that he's having a bad time and he needs a place to stay for a while." He explained taking the coffee I had just handed him.

Nodding I brought the mug to my lips careful thinking of all the possible things it could be. Could she be dead? No, she's just had the twins, so she can't be dead, at lease I hope she isn't- I'd love to meet her. Feeling the scorching liquid run down my throat and hearing the living room door open, my eyes seemed to swing themselves to look to see Troy with red eyes and sniffing. I straightened from my slouched position against the counter with a worried glance in my dad's direction.

"Are you okay?" My dad asked concern laced in his voice.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine. I'm just gonna be out there okay?" He assured with a shaky voice, pointing to the middle Field as he took the baby girl from my arms and excused himself from the kitchen.

I watched through the window as he went through the gate at the bottom of the garden that led to the middle field and walking over to the horses who were out in their fields.

"Whats happened dad?" i asked softly watching him wipe the tear away from his eye and sigh before turning to me.

"She fell ill."

That's all he said before departing himself. I felt left out, I wanted to help them. But I guess if they didn't want to be happy, I'll just stay out of the way. I checked the time before going outside to mustang's stable- time for a ride to the neighbours land.

"I'm going out!" I shouted to my dad before galloping to the very top field and jumping the fence and galloping up the steep grassy hill, feeling the wind running though my dark curls. Trusting myself in the tiniest of ways, I got my self a rhythm with Mustang and carefully let go of the reigns as he still galloped on. Putting my arms out like I was flying, a big grin spread it's self across my face. I hadn't done this in years. I finally felt properly happy. My mother was next to me, running on the wind, and all my troubles were blown away- literally.

"Hey, It's the horsey again!" I heard snatching my arms to the reins again, fully concentrating on where I was going. It was sharpay and her son again. I brought mustang to a stop before hopping off of his back and walking over to the two.

"Morning spirit" Sharpay smiled.

Giving her strange look, mentally asking her what she was on about.

"You looked so free riding up here, as if you had no worry in the world- just like a spirit." she explained skipping over to mustang to give him a kiss, leaving a bright red mark on his neck with a giggle.

Sharpay invited me in for a cup of coffee before tying him up for me. Her home was amazing! Her kitchen the first room we entered, the walls a clouded pearl colour, her cupboards white with black handles and an off black counter top. Sitting down on one of the soft grey wooden chairs at the table.

"So what's up?" she asked poring steaming water into two cups.

I watched her stir the substance and tap the spoon on the side of the cup before bringing them both over to the table and taking a seat next to me.

"I don't know, I mean, this guy right. He turns up out of nowhere." I started to explain, stopping to take a sip of the best darn coffee i had ever tasted.

"I hate those type of guys." She scowled onto the rim of her mug whist taking a sip.

"Yeah, me too. Anyways- So he just drive up right, gets our his motor and asks where my dad is. So not thinking anything of it I lead him to the office- where my dad is, and all of a sudden their both hugging and crying like fricken babies!" I exclaimed, not taking any notice of the fact that sharpay had just shooed her son out of the room to go and play with Joey- their dog.

"Do you know why?" she asks, a small frown gracing her beutiful face.

"Nope. Not a clue. I found two babies in the back of his car too. Adorable they are." I cooed.

"oh, My friend has just had twins, well...I wouldn't call her my friend, I mean..she is my friend, but she doesn't know..if you get me?" She babbled waving hand in a circular motion, trying to turn the cogs in her brain- to get a better way to explain.

"Really? These two are gorgeous! I just want to stare at them all day if I could! So, what's wrong with your friend to not know shes your friend?" I asked, giggling at the use of the word 'friend'.

"Oh, last year she was diagnosed with dementia. Her boyfriend was deverstated, Even worse was, you know that these type of people have like episode where they suddenly remember everything?" I nodded in understanding.

"Well, she had one of them, and well her and her boyfriend slept together, like they usually would if she remembered him, and she fell pregnant. And she didn't know what was going on, she was scared she had cancer in her stomach when her bump started to show, bless her." She said sadly looking down at her cup.

I felt awful. Here I was thinking a man entering my life without my permission was bad, when up the hill my friend was suffering much more than I was, having a friend who doesn't even remember her. Devastation was something that laid in Sharpay's eyes when she told me about her friend, something that was much stronger than my feeling of confusion and annoyance. Leaning over and placing my hand on my shoulder, rubbing lighting, then quickly bringing her into a hug when I saw a tear slip down her cheek.

"I miss her so much" She cried in to my shoulder. I tried soothing her, hugging her tightly, rocking from side to side, telling her it would be okay, feeling her hug me back as she cried even more. We sat together in the kitchen, me holding tight as she sobbed into my shoulder, kindly telling Sean that his mummy wasn't feeling up to playing right now when he came in asking if we'd play with him for a while.

We pulled apart after a while, sharpay sending me a small embarrassed smile wiping her tears away, she laughed apologising, "Sorry, I don't know what came over me" She giggled taking the tissue I handed her.

"Don't be silly, it was fine, you feel much better once you get it out, don't you agree?" I asked, rubbing her shoulder gently with a small smile as she nodded giggling.

For the rest of day, me, Sharpay and Sean played in the back yard, Sharpay riding mustang- the first ride since her accident. Sean sat on mustangs back in front of me whilst I took him for a gallop around the field, Joey running right next him. When Chad came home, he stood with Sharpay whilst me and Sean were on a gallop, with a big grin on his face as sharpay told him about her ride whilst jumping up and down.

On my way home, on a gallop down the grassy hill, it started to rain. I started laughing slowing mustang down holding arms out, tilting my head up to the sky and opening my mouth, catching the droplets of water. I absolutely loved the rain, it seemed to wash away all my problems.

With a delighted smile on my cheeks, I rode home to my father in the office on the phone to someone called Sally. I quietly sat down in the chair in front of the desk opposite his, and stated doodling on the giant piece of paper that always seemed to be there. I smiled a goofy grin to my dad when he acknowledged my presence.

"Who was that?" I asked leaning forward to steal a pink highlighter from his desk.

"Oh, Sally desroit, she's on her way with Fluffy. We have a new horse to break, Bella." He smiled, I beamed. Whenever we got new horses to break, dad always let me break them, he said I have that talent, to just look at a horse and it's broken, in the snap of a finger.

I spent forty minuets in the hay barn stabbing at the rectangular blocks of dry grass, only once stopping to answer my phone to Shapay calling to see if she could borrow a stable or two for her horses for a while.

"Gabriella! New horse!" I heard my dad shout. I immediately stopped what I was doing a ran to the court to see the green horse box being towed along by a tiny red Nissan micra. Sally beamed at me and waved excitedly. When she stopped I couldn't help but skip the side of the box and jump to see in through the bar window.

"Can't you wait? He's a lovely colour darlin'" Sally smiled, walking round me to the back of the box and unclipping the door. I watched the door intently as if got lowererd to the ground, making a bridge for the horse to get out of the box to the ground.

"Easy, Easy" Sally soothed slowly walking towards the unbroken horse with out stretched hands. I watched in amazement as the horse let sally take the bridle with our a fuss and lead it out of the box, all the time, sally was chanting the word Easy. I took that and mentally stored it for when i was breaking this beauty, she seemed calm and comfortable under that word.

It didn't take long to get her settled in her stable with food and fresh hay. I stayed behind when my dad offered Sally a cup of tea, after that five hour journey.

"You're beautiful, aren't you." I smiled, testing my hand on her nose, allowing her investigate my hand. Watching her reel back, I quickly stepped back giving her space of her own stable. As i walked to the house i heard her neigh, looking out for other horses around her, turning around, I watched as all the horses poked their heads out and neighed back.

"How's she doing?" Sally asked with a big grin on her face.

"Good, there's going to be a lot of neighing tonight, dad" I giggled, smiling kindly at Troy as he entered the living room and sat next to me with a small smile back.

"How's the twins?" I asked Troy gleefully, bouncing as I asked my question, giggling as Troy started to laugh at me. "What?" I giggled.

Shaking his head he told me that the twins were asleep-finally.