Chad walked into his bedroom carrying a plate of chocolate chip waffles piled high with cool whip, a glass of chocolate milk and chocolate flavored bacon. He was pampering her. Anything to get her to spill the beans. He already knew she was keeping this from him, even though he knew Pepper had probably sworn her to secrecy. Taylor was his wife, and they weren't supposed to have secrets from each other.

He placed the breakfast tray down on the side of the bed, leaning forward, pressing his lips to her swollen stomach. "Good morning, my beautiful, pregnant wife."

She groaned up at him, catching a whiff of all the good things chocolate. "What did you do?" She asked, weary of his good, husbandly deed.

He smiled down at her. "I made you breakfast."

She opened her eyes, pushing herself up slightly on the bed. "I can see that. You never make anything, so again, I ask. What did you do?"

Chad shook his head, his long dreads shaking behind his head. "It's not what I did, baby, it's actually what you didn't tell me."

Taylor pushed her self more against the headboard, crossing her arms against her chest. "Spit it out, Chad." She knew this was serious, and she wasn't going to play around with him.

"Why didn't you tell me Pepper was engaged to De Aquila?"

Taylor shook her head, reaching for a piece of bacon. "G asked me not to tell ANYONE, and don't call her that," she said, chewing on a bite of the bacon.

Chad shook his head. Gabriella had always told him she would only let him call her that, no one else. So he wouldn't let Taylor tell him not to call her that. "Troy just found out last night, and you can bet he went home and killed any ounce of alcohol he had in his house."

Taylor shook her head, picking up her chocolate milk. "That's not my problem, Chad!"

Chad stood up from the bed, frustrated and losing his patience. "Not your problem, Taylor? Not your problem? They're our best friends! Of course it's our problem! If you and I were having problems, I would HOPE that they would take it into their hands and help us! I'm going to go for a run. Enjoy your chocolate!" And with that he left her with her breakfast and headed out for his morning run.

Nursing a hangover, Troy headed into the LAX main terminal baggage claim. If it wasn't for Chad, he'd still be passed out cold on the floor of the dining room. Sharpay hated flying. She also hated the press. Not that anyone knew she was flying in, but paparazzi expected people to fly in there and so they hung out there. Not that he minded. He was used to it. He got some of it himself when he was actually playing on the team. Now the only time they got pictures of him was at press conferences, but that was different. He could remember when he played on the team and he was in the limelight. But those days were long since past. Now he was in the pictures by default, which he preferred.

He walked past a TV and saw... It was her. The one person he tried to avoid. God, she looked beautiful. She always did when he accidentally saw her. Whether it was on the TV, magazine, or a on a movie preview. He couldn't help but stop and stare. They were showing scenes from a tour she was on or something, but talking about something else. Only thing about watching TV in an airport, you can't hear a damned thing. He didn't care though. But what was he doing? He was supposed to be avoiding her. Especially when he was supposed to be here picking up Sharpay. Prying his eyes away from the only person he had ever truly loved, he sighed heavily, he walked toward the baggage turnstiles, heading to pick her up.

He took a deep breath. It should be Lily he was here to pick up, but it had been Sharpay he had come to pick up. But he wished it was Lily. He looked up at the arrivals board, shaking his head. No. She left him. She was the one who broke up with him. She didn't want him. They weren't meant to be together, she told him, even though she swore she still loved him, which meant no fucking sense. Sharpay's flight was right on time, which meant she'd be down here picking up her baggage in no time. Hopefully he'd be there to get it before she did. He turned away from the board and headed for the turnstile where her bag would be.

And then he saw her... He blinked... Was his mind playing tricks on him? Shaking his head, he rubbed his hand over his eyes, pushing his fingers back through his hair. When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing there, her bag hanging on her shoulder, smiling at him. It was only a second before she started running toward him. Her arms wrapped around him neck as she jumped up against him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He closed his eyes again, holding her against him, the time between them feeling as though it didn't exist. He felt as though they had been together this whole time and she had just been away on tour, coming home to him and he had just been here for practices waiting for her return.

She pulled back, smiling at him, her dark brown eyes shining beneath her dark brown halo of hair. "I missed you, T."

He loved how she was the only one who called him T. "I missed you, Lily," he told her, pressing his lips to hers, softly, letting his tongue slide softly past her lips. She happily accepted his tongue, meeting it with her own tongue, pulling her head closer to his, moaning softly into his mouth. He couldn't wait to get her home and make love to her. She'd been gone for so many weeks. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and not let go for hours. They didn't have anything to do for hours, and if he had it his way, they didn't have anything to do for days. He knew she'd get him to go out later tonight, and he always gave into her, but that's because he wanted to keep her happy. He'd do anything to keep her happy.

"Troy." He narrowed his eyes on her, shaking his head. She rarely ever called him by his name. "Troy!" He pulled his head back to look at her, and then he saw...

"Shar!"

She smiled back at him, laughing. "Yes, it's me. Who'd you expect to see?"

He shook his head. He hadn't expected to see who he had been seeing, that was the problem. Stepping forward, he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Welcome home, babe," he said, kissing the side of her head. "How was your flight?"

She gave him a funny look, her lips pressed in a thin line together. "Like you have to ask," she said, shaking her head. "I hate planes and you know it!" She wrapped her arm around his, walking with him away from the turnstile. "Lets get out of here. I hate airports just as much."

Troy nodded, walking with her toward the concourse, kissing the side of her head. "Was it that bad?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Oh yeah," she said, resting her head against his arm. "It's always that bad."

He pulled his arm from hers, wrapping it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Sorry, babe. Tell you what, after the season is over, I'll go out on set with you. What do you say to that?"

Sharpay's eyes lit up as she turned to look up at him, her mouth opened in excited surprise. "Really? Would you really do that?"

He nodded, pulling her closer to him as a cameraman came up and started taking a few pictures of them, starting to ask a few questions about the movie she was filming and what she was doing home. Sharpay simply ignored him. Troy shook his head, annoyed with the damned cameraman.

"Yes, I mean it. I'd love to come out with you."

She squealed and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lips tightly to his as the cameraman flicked more pictures of the two of them.

"Oh, Troy! I love you! I love you! you're so awesome!" She giggled, hugging him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Troy held her closely to him, sighing slightly. He liked making her happy, but he couldn't shake the vision he had moments ago of his Lily out of his head. She had felt so real, so warm in his arms. What he wouldn't give to have her, to hold her in his arms, but she had sworn to him she would never see him again, and when she had said it, she had meant it. Ten years and not a word, nothing, he believed her. He didn't think he'd ever see her again.

"Where is she, Taylor?" he asked after she had opened the door.

Taylor tried shutting the door, but Troy was a man and he was stronger than her. "No, Troy. I'm not telling you where she is."

Troy looked up the stairs behind Taylor, shaking his head. "She's here, just let me in."

Taylor glared at him. "No, she's not here. She's not here, Troy. Just leave."

He wouldn't take that answer from her. That's what she always said when she wasn't there. Not that he'd come over here many times before, just the once, yesterday. She had said that she wasn't here when she had been here. He knew she had been here. She hadn't even shown up in school. She wouldn't go home. In fact, he had even checked there first, since she hadn't gone to school. But she wasn't there. So he went over to Taylor's. He was worried about her.

"Let me in, Taylor! She has to be here!"

She had to be there. He needed her. She had broken up with him, but he knew she hadn't meant it. She couldn't have. they were meant to be together, in spite of everything they had said yesterday.

"She's not, alright. She's not here."

He didn't believe her. Pushing past her, Troy ran up the stairs and into the bedroom Lily and he had made love in only yesterday. "Lily, you can't just leave things like–"

The room was empty. Taylor had been right. Lily wasn't in the room. He turned around to see Taylor standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Happy?"

Glaring down at her, he moved closer to her. "Where is she Taylor?"

She shook her head, standing her ground. "I don't know, Troy. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. She's my best friend, and my loyalty is to her, not you."

Troy pushed past her, running down the stairs. "And don't go go running to Chad. Even if I did know, I wouldn't have told him. Not after yesterday! He can't tell you anything."

Troyslammed the front door in frustration, heading out toward his truck, kicking the tire, trying to think of where she would go. She wasn't here and she wasn't at home. He headed over to Sharpay's, Bri's other best friend's house. There wasn't an answer at the door, and when he went around to look in the window of Sharpay's bedroom, it was dark inside. She wasn't there.

Gabriella sat on the seat of a Greyhound bus watching the lights go by. Her hands were resting on her stomach, tears streaming down her face, her large black glasses hiding her face from the rest of the world. They would become her mask from the rest of the world in years to come, something she'd be used to as well as scarfs and hats, when she didn't want people to recognize her. Most of the time she didn't care, but there were times she would want to be left alone.

Like right now. She was running away from the one person in life that she knew she would regret leaving. She loved Troy more than anyone ever in her whole life. He was the love of her life, her soul mate, and she knew she was making a mistake, but she knew if she didn't, she knew they'd destroy each other. She loved him and he loved her, but the last few weeks have been the worst, and they'd been tearing each other apart. She didn't want to hurt him more than she already was. He deserved better than her. She loved him and she didn't want to hurt him anymore than she already had.

She hadn't wanted the baby in the beginning, but when she had, it had been too late, and that had hurt Troy. She wished she could bring their little girl back. They never really knew it was a girl or not, but they both wanted it to be, so they would always believe she was. She closed her eyes and remembered the night she told him she was pregnant. She had been so emotional herself, but when she had finally let him in, and let him hold her, he had said he was thinking about a little girl... She was still thinking about how her future was ruined. And now it really was, because she was going to live her life without the one person who meant the most to her in this world.

She didn't know how she'd live in this life without him. She loved him and didn't know how she'd go on, but she had to. She didn't know how she'd go on without him, but she had made her decision, and now she had to live with it. She closed her eyes, still crying, mouthing as the bus continued off into the night, "Te amo, T. Por siempre. Por siempre jamás, T. Nadie más que tú." Her lip trembled as she continued to cry, thankful for the huge glasses covering her eyes. She would never forgive herself for losing their child or for running away like she was, but this was the decision she had to make, and she couldn't face him anymore.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. came the knock from the other side of Gabriella's hotel suite door. She sat in the bedroom in her bra and panties, her robe wrapped loosely around her. She didn't want to go tonight. If she could talk Jules out of it, they definitely wouldn't be going. Maybe they could go to her favorite restaurant here in Albuquerque. They were supposed to come out as an engaged couple tonight, but why couldn't they do it... back in LA? Couldn't they do it somewhere other than in a place where her ex would be. She wouldn't tell him that little tidbit though.

He knew that her ex would be there though. She couldn't believe that Chad had told him that she and Troy had been together before. He had no right. It wasn't as though she and Chad had dated in school. It wasn't up to him. Maybe it would be worth it enough to go just to yell at him for poking his nose into her business. Sighing, Gabriella wrapped her robe more around herself, sliding her pumps onto her feet and walking out of the bedroom part of the suite before opening the door to Jules' smiling face.

"You're not ready to go," he said, his smile fading to being almost non existent.

Letting him step into the suite, she wrapped one arm around his neck as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Is it alright if we don't go?" she asked, pulling back, looking up at him.

"La esta noche es la noche que anunciamos nuestro contrato. No vamos a esperar, mi amor."

Gabriella sighed, looking up at him. "No, we don't have to wait, I just don't want to do it in front of people who don't mean anything to me anymore."

He gave her a quizzical look, shaking his head down at her. "Taylor and Chad will be there," he said, shutting the door behind him.

She sighed, really wishing she didn't have to go. "Can't we just go to Pollito Con Papas on Gibson and be just the two of us?"

Julian leaned closer to her, leaning his forehead against hers. She knew he was going to get what he wanted. "How about tomorrow night, mi amor?"

She sighed, not wanting to be in Albuquerque tomorrow night, pulling back and heading back up the stairs. "Albóndigas," she muttered to herself, yelling back at him, "I'll be down in five minutes." She didn't want to go, but he was right. Taylor and Chad would both be there, so he wouldn't be the only one there she knew... Aside from Troy and Sharpay, but she wasn't going to go over to see them.

Gabriella stood in front of the mirror, looking over her shoulder as Troy walked up behind her.

"You look beautiful, Lily."

She smiled back at him, wrapping her arms around his as he wrapped his around her. "Gracias," she whispered, holding his arms there. She had missed him. She had been gone so long, but every time she left, coming back to him made her love him that much more. He kissed her bare shoulder and she looked up at him. "Maybe we should just stay in tonight," she suggested as he smirked down at her.

"Not tonight, babe. As much as I would love to. Chad and Taylor will be here to pick us up in a few minutes. Not even enough time for a quickie."

Gabriella scrunched her nose up, turning around in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. "A quickie, huh?" She never felt embarrassed around him, but blushing was something he elicited from her quite easily.

He winked down at her, sliding his hands down over her ass. "Definitely."

She bit her lip, pulling herself up more against him. "Maybe they're running late?"

He snickered slightly. "Maybe."

She giggled, wrapping one of her legs around his hip as he pushed her against her vanity. She lifted her ass slightly so he could push her up onto the top of the vanity and she wrapped her other leg around him. They had already made love when they had gotten back from the airport, but if they could squeeze in another moment together, they would. Gabriella worked at Troy's belt, undoing the clasp of his pants and undoing his zipper before sliding her hands down inside and pulling his cock from his pants. She'd been on birth control ever since what happened in high school, so they didn't have to worry about anything. He slid his cock against her clit and she moaned out in pure pleasure.

"T..." He smiled, his eyes connecting with hers.

"Yes, Lily!" he groaned, sliding his cock down and slowly inside of her.

Gabriella shook softly, holding onto his shoulders. He slowly started to move inside of her and she whimpered against his ear. The speed wasn't turning out to be quickie speed, but they might just cum rather quickly.

"I love you, T," Gabriella whispered as she looked into the mirror, swallowing softly. She couldn't believe she had just cum from standing here thinking about Troy like that. It hadn't been the first time, and she knew it wouldn't be the last, but she had to get back downstairs. Jules was waiting for her. She turned back to the vanity and picked up her clutch that matched her dark purple pumps. Her dress was a lavender, strapless number with just the right amount of cleavage and cut just high enough. It was perfect. Now all she had to do was keep her mind off of Troy and hope she didn't run into him. Walking out of the bedroom, she smiled at Julian who took her hand and smiled at her.

He was waiting for her and spoke to her as she came down the stairs, "¡Luz de mi vida! ¡Eres una visión!"