Gabriella had been in New York filming almost a week and she missed Troy like crazy. She was tired, with all the late night phone calls, just to stay in touch with him, and her early wakeup calls, but she kept herself going on Starbucks provided by the production company and keeping her mind on her job. Plus, Taylor was there with her every step of the way. She always would be and Gabriella knew it. Taylor was her best friend and she was glad she had her. She wouldn't know what to do without her keeping her butt going, instead of wanting to stay cooped up in her hotel room on the phone with Troy. Gabriella loved her job, but after being away from Troy for so long and just getting back together, every moment away from him now was torture.
She ran to her trailer, pulling her phone out of her bag and speed dialing Troy and running toward the bathroom.
"I knew you'd be calling right about now," his voice came just as she shut the door to the bathroom and she was trying to get her tight leather skirt unzipped with one hand.
"I have to pee!" She heard him laugh through the phone as she grumbled under her breath in Spanish.
"Why didn't you go to the bathroom and then call me?"
She couldn't get the top clasp undone to even get at the zipper as she hopped around in her boots. "Because I wanted to talk to you, meanie!" She jumped up and down closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.
"Baby, put the phone down. You're going to drop it in the toilet."
She glared, taking a deep breath. "I'm putting you on speaker phone and putting you in my cleavage. Hold on."
She heard him groan through the phone. "Oooh, babe! I like that!"
She shook her head, pushing the speaker button and slid the phone down between her breasts in her corset top. "Can you hear me, baby?"
She heard him groan again and she playfully rolled her eyes. "Ooooh, yes! Nice and snugly."
She shook her head, giggling slight. "You're perverted, T!"
Turning to her side, she worked at the hook and zipper. Finally able to get it undone, she pulled it down along with her fishnet stockings and panties, sitting down on the toilet.
"Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to be between your breasts. That's where your heart is, and it belongs to me, doesn't it?"
Even though she was sitting on the toilet right now, that had to be one of the most romantic things he could say to her. "No," she said softly, biting her lip and turning to the toilet paper to finish up. "I miss you, babe."
It was something they said dozens of times throughout the night, and neither of them got tired of saying or hearing it.
"I know, baby. I miss you. Eight more days."
They were both counting it down, but even though it was almost halfway through the time until they saw each other, it still seemed as though it was taking forever. She stood up from the toilet, flushing it and pulling her clothes back up onto her body, fixing them before opening the door and walking over to the sink.
"What are you doing tonight?"
She turned on the water at the sink to wash her hands, but not with too much pressure that she couldn't hear Troy talking anymore.
"Chad and I had dinner at CUT and I got home about twenty minutes ago, just waiting for your call."
Gabriella turned off the water, pulling the towel off the rack to dry her hands. "How was dinner?" She hung the towel back up, pulling the phone back out of her bra and turning the speaker phone off.
"My filet mignon was good. You would have been in heaven with the bacon, babe."
She knew she would. She loved CUT's filet mignon. "What did you have for desert?"
He had promised to get desert just for her when he went out to eat. It wasn't something he did without her, but with her gone, he said he would for her. "Something way too sweet for my tastes, but something I'm sure you would have loved more than the bacon."
Bri sat down on the couch, leaning forward on her knees. "You didn't, T! You're so evil."
She heard his laughter through the phone. "I had the Dulce de Leche Crème Caramel." S
She moaned, laying her forehead down on her knees, giggling slightly. "I love you, you know that? You don't have to have stuff like that if you don't like it."
He laughed some more into the phone. "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Lily." She knew that and she loved that about him.
Hearing a knock on the door, she looked up to see Taylor sticking her head in the door, exhaustion written all over her face. "Ready to get going to the hotel?"
Gabriella nodded. "Coming, Tay."
Taylor nodded, leaving Gabriella alone again. "That's it, Troy. I'm sending Tay home. This is too hard on her. She needs to be home where she can be getting her rest and where Chad can be taking care of her. I know she won't go home until we have this next little break, but when we do, I'm not letting her come back." She stood up, grabbing her purse, pulling it over her shoulder and flipping the switch off in the room, heading out of the trailer.
"It's not going to be so cut and dry is it?"
Gabriella shook her head, walking toward the lot where the car was parked. Troy knew Taylor just as well as she did. "No. Never is. She's still got more than six weeks until the baby is due and she's insisted time after time that she doesn't want to stop coming with me until she has to." She wrapped her free arm tightly around herself, taking a deep breath. "But she's wearing herself out and I don't want my best friend putting herself or my niece in physical danger because she's pushing herself harder than she needs to be. I can handle myself. I can read a scheduler in a phone."
She giggled, coming out of the filming lot as Nick walked up by her side, wrapping his arm around her side, pulling her close to him, walking her to the car as her fans started rushing toward her. The local police officers also did their best to keep the fans back too, but the fans were still there to see her.
"You're going to do fine, babe."
Gabriella smiled, pushing the phone tighter to her ear. "Thank you, baby."
She stayed close by Nick's side and kept her eyes on the car. She didn't stop to talk to fans. She only met with fans at Meet and Greets and the like. That's when extra security was more secure. This wasn't one of these moments. She had made that decision years ago. They were always too wound up in a non-controlled setting and less able to be maintained.
Nick opened the door for her and she slid in, letting Nick shut the door and head up to the passenger side of the car. Gabi smiled over at Taylor who was fast asleep already in the seat beside her in the back of the mini limo. She shook her head and turned on the heat on low for her. She didn't want her best friend getting cold at all and she could handle a little warmth.
"We'll be to the hotel in about ten minutes. Tay's already asleep though."
She heard Troy sigh through the phone. "I'll talk to Chad. We'll all convince her to stay home."
Bri smiled, reaching down to pull off her boots so she could curl her feet up on the seat beside her. "Thank you, T. I just want my niece to be safe."
She could tell he was shaking his head. "Our niece, babe."
She smiled brightly. "Our niece," she whispered, pulling her legs up underneath her, resting her head against the seat, smiling at Taylor. "Someday that will be you and me," she said, her eyes slowly closing, the words coming out before she was even thinking. Her eyes shot open widely. "I –" She had meant it, but she hadn't meant to say it out loud. There was so much they still hadn't talked about, and she shouldn't even be thinking about all that without telling him.
"Pregnant?" Troy asked, his voice not seeming to have changed at all. She swallowed hard, nodding, forgetting that he couldn't see her. "Lily?"
She shook her head, sitting up, taking a deep breath. "Sí. Embarazada." She couldn't even think anymore. Her mind had all but shut down.
"Lily. English. Please."
She shook here head again, placing her feet back down on the floor, running her hands over her fishnet stockings, stretching her fingers as far as they could go. Her mouth was dry, her mind blank. "Do you... I don't want to do this with you, T," she said, staring at the back of Nick's head, the tears falling from her eyes.
"Can't do what? Lily, what are you saying?"
She knew she had to be scaring him, she was flipping out herself, but she didn't know why she had to bring up pregnancy right now of all times, not when she didn't have his arms to wrap around her. "I can't talk about this with you over the phone. I need you, T, I need you. I can't talk about this without you here to hold me."
She heard his heavy exhale come from the phone before she heard him calmly tell her, "Listen to me, babe. We don't have to talk about it. Not now. Not until you're ready. If you need me to hold you while we talk about it, I can wait. I'm not going to push you into talking about something you're not ready for."
She closed her eyes, feeling the tears and mascara starting to sting at her eyes. She was crying and the mascara was running, starting to burn her eyes. It had been her who had brought up the conversation and it was him who was being considerate about it. She really did need him to hold her through it. The only time she had talked about it was with Taylor when she told her about it after she left Troy. Taylor had held her, but it wasn't like Troy's arms. And it wasn't going to be like that time. This was going to be like that and so much more. They were going to be talking about the daughter they had lost and so much more.
When she didn't answer him, Troy spoke again,
"Lily, we'll talk about this when we're together, ok, baby? I don't want you doing anything you're not ready for."
Bri wiped at the tears that were falling from her eyes now. "Eight days is too long."
She heard him sigh through the phone. She knew if he could he'd be right there beside her he would be. "It will go by just like these 6 days have gone by, and before we know it, we'll be in Albuquerque, in each others arms, and we'll be together for five days there, and then for a few days afterward at home even though I have practice. You can come down to the center with me. Sit right down there on the sidelines with me. Do you like that?"
She did, for the most part. She didn't know if Julian would be alright with that yet, but she would be sitting beside her boyfriend and his best friend, her best friend's husband. Julian would have to keep his mind on the ball and not have to worry about her. She would be there to support Troy, not to be a hindrance for Julian. They were adults, he could get over what had happened between the two of them. Sharpay seemed to have, and there was more water under that bridge than was with Julian. At least Gabriella hoped that Sharpay was over it. She didn't want Sharpay holding a grudge against her for taking Troy back from her.
Bri smiled, nodding her head even though Troy couldn't see her doing it. "I would, a lot actually."
He was making her feel better and her tears were actually dried, even if she probably had mascara streaks down her face. "Good, I'm glad. Good luck for the team."
Gabriella smiled even more, pulling her legs back up on the seat beside her. "I can't wait!. I'll be your biggest fan!"
She heard his laughed resonate through the phone. "I don't even play anymore, Lily."
A part of her was a little sad that she hadn't been around to see him when he had been playing. She missed the days when they had been in high school and she would watch every single one of his games. They had made plans for her to be at his college games. With their careers, they would have had to work around each other, and they were now, but she still felt bad that she had missed so much.
"I know," she said, her emotions flying up and down like a roller coaster, "but I'm still happy to be by your side either way." She laid her head back against he seat and smiled softly.
"I'll be happy to have you by my side too, babe."
She bit her lip, absentmindedly playing with a hole in her fishnet stockings. The limo pulled up to the curb and Gabriella looked up. "Showtime," she mumbled, pulling her sunglasses out of her purse. It's not like she needed them. If people knew she was staying here, they'd know it was her stepping out of the limo. She just didn't want the flash of lights in her eyes, especially since she had mascara caked to her face.
"You're at the hotel?" He knew her routine quite well, with things she'd say and the sounds in the background.
"Mmm-hmm," she said, turning to Taylor, shaking her slightly. "Tay, we're at the hotel. Would you like me to ask Nicky to carry you inside?" She knew that would make her best friend sit up straight. She didn't rely on any man to help her, even her own husband, not unless she absolutely needed his help. Troy laughed through the phone and Bri bit her lip, rubbing Tay's stomach.
"Come on, lets get you upstairs, feed my niece and get you to sleep."
Taylor nodded as the door opened as Nick reached in and Gabriella took his hand, letting him help her out of the limo. She turned back to help Taylor out of the car with Nick's help. Taylor grumbled about her expanding waistline, muttering as she pushed past them, walking ahead of them toward the front doors.
"A little cranky tonight?" Troy asked Gabriella as she followed her best friend and Nick shut the car door behind them.
"Just her usual nightly routine."
And as she told him, a cameraman jumped out of thin air, firing questions at her and flicking his camera in her face. "Is that Troy Bolton on the phone, Ella? You two are hot and heavy now? How does your ex Julian De Aquila feel about that? Is Troy actually your high school sweetheart? You two actually living together?"
Even as he appeared Nick was right out in front of her, blocking the cameraman's shots and keeping him from getting right up in her face.
"Lily? Lily, are you alright? Is Nick there with you? Lily, talk to me." Troy called out to her, hearing the paparazzi fucker's voice, wishing he could jump through the phone and whisk Lily away.
"Come on, Essee," Nick said, holding her arms in front of her, pushing her inside the hotel, away from the cameraman, not even noticing that he had pulled her phone away from her ear and that she couldn't talk to or hear Troy.
The doorman stood at the door, keeping the cameraman from following them inside and Nick wrapped his arm around Taylor, leading both of them over to the elevator, not even stopping to look back. He pushed the up button, and walked with them both inside when the doors immediately opened, pushing the button up to their rooms. Gabriella finally put the phone up to her ear, exhaling softly as she hit the back of the elevator.
"Everything's ok. Just a pinche fotógrafo."
She didn't usually cuss, unless she was upset, but it came out. Pulling her phone back, she looked at her phone when she didn't hear him reply. He wasn't on the other end anymore. Nick pulled out his phone, feeling it vibrate at his side, sighing heavily, handing it over to her. She looked up at him strangely, then down at the caller ID, noticing Troy's number, pushing the send button and putting the phone to her ear.
"Baby?"
She heard him sigh heavily against her ear. "Baby? You weren't answering and neither was Taylor. I didn't know if I was going to get Dominick on his phone or not! What happened?"
Bri smiled brightly, hugging the arm that wasn't holding the phone around herself. "Just an annoying cameraman being a little too aggressive. You should thank Nicky for doing his job."
She smiled up at Nick as he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. She could tell he was tired and he needed some sleep.
"I will, baby. I'm just glad you're alright. I was worried about you."
Gabriella bit her lip as the elevator arrived at their floor and she walked off the elevator, heading toward her room, the other two right behind her. "I'm alright. I just got to my room. I'll call you back on my phone I can give Nick back his phone and he can go get his rest and he can continue to do an amazing job of protecting me." She smiled up at him as he unlocked her door.
"Actually, baby, I'll just meet you online. I'm going to use the bathroom and get a drink and meet you in bed."
Gabriella walked into the doorway of her room, blushing as she looked up at Nick. "It's a good thing phones don't record conversations." Troy laughed into the phone as Nick rubbed his face coarsely. Gabriella giggled, even though that wasn't the worst of things that could have been said, it was actually rather G-rated, but Nick could let his mind wander. "Talk to you in a few, baby," Gabriella said, smiling brightly.
"See you in a few, babe."
Gabriella handed Nick his phone, patting his chest. "Thank you so much, Nicky! You saved my life!"
She didn't mean literally, but she had to talk to Troy, and if he couldn't get a hold of her, that was the only way it was going to happen. Taylor reached in, wrapping her arms around Gabriella, hugging her softly. "You get some sleep, G. Don't stay up all night on the phone with Troy."
Gabi tried not to blush. "Don't worry, Tay. I won't be up all night on the phone with Troy."
Taylor nodded and turned away with Nick toward her room to order some room service and get some rest for the night. Gabriella shut her door, locking each of the locks before walking in and heading into the bedroom part of her suite to grab her robe to wrap around her after a quick shower. She didn't have a long time. Troy would only be going to the bathroom and grabbing a beer. She picked up her laptop and walked into the bathroom, setting it up on the vanity before hanging her robe up on the hanger and getting naked, stepping in the shower. Starting to sing in Spanish, he started dancing, only slightly so as to not slip and fall.
In their beach house, Troy walked back into their bedroom, sitting down on the bed, seeing Lily's web chat invite initiated for him. Smiling, he fixed his pillows more comfortably up against headboard, pulling his laptop onto his lap and pushing the accept button. He saw his girlfriend dancing behind a fogged up shower wall, singing in Spanish, but he could still see just enough to get turned on. Damn, she was the hottest woman he'd ever seen in his life!
Here she was, dancing, just for him. Private show and everything. No one in the world was this lucky, and here he got better than a front row seat. Well, the only thing better would be to be right there with her, right there inside the shower, his body pressed against hers, making love to her. But here he was, watching a show that she had set up just for him. He had just been thinking not more than a week ago that he needed to bring the girl he'd had in high school out from her shell and here she was doing a live webcam broadcast for him. She had definitely come out of hiding for him and he loved it!
She finished washing her hair and turned off the water, opening the door, reaching for her towel as she stepped out of the door. From the laptop, she heard a round of applause. Gasping, she screamed, holding the towel against her body and jumping back in the shower, slipping down onto her ass hearing a "Holy fuck!" from the computer and the clapping stop. "Lily, are you alright?"
Her eyes widened and she stared up at the ceiling, a little disoriented. "Troy?" She knew he wasn't there, but if he wasn't there, where was he?
"Baby, are you alright?" he asked again, wishing he could jump through the computer and pick her up into his arms.
She pushed herself up to sit, looking across the room, over at the laptop to where she saw Troy sitting, worried for her. "Troy!" She had completely forgotten she had turned on the webcam.
"Are you alright, Lily?" he asked her for a third time, still not having gotten an answer from her.
She swallowed, nodding her head. "Yeah, I– I'm sorry. I forgot about the computer there. I turned it on because I wanted to get all the hairspray out of my hair and I wanted you to know where I was. I know I could have sent you quick text, but this was easier and faster."
She started to pull herself up and out of the shower as Troy shook his head. "It's alright, babe. As long as you didn't hurt yourself. I didn't want to scare you."
She bit her lip, starting to dry her body off, giggling slightly. "It's not every day I get an applause in the shower."
He laughed, a little dismayed she was covering up her perfect body with the damned towel to dry herself. "Well, I'll have to change that."
She giggled some more, hanging up her towel to put her robe on. Tying the sash, she walked over to the computer. "Ride time? I'm ready to climb into bed with you."
He looked over to the bed beside him. "Plenty of room beside me."
She smiled brightly, picking up the computer, holding it as she looked directly into the camera, not at the screen. "I wish I was climbing into our bed, not this huge, lonely hotel bed."
Troy nodded, taking a deep breath. "Well, we'll warm it up for you. And keep the computers on all night. Simulate being with each other."
Gabriella plugged the computer in as she laid it on the bed, climb in beside it. "I still can't believe you've got me doing this."
Troy got a little more comfortable, pulling the pillows down on the bed, laying the computer on Gabriella's pillow beside him. "Really? Like you didn't think about it."
She gasped. "I didn't!" Biting her lip, she moaned softly, "I umm... thought phone sex." She hid her face behind her hand, giggling slightly.
"Move your hand," he told her gently, pushing the sheets out of the way. He had already started getting hard before she had slipped and fell, and now that she was acting like this, it wasn't going to take much before he was rock hard again. "I want to see your face when you blush. It's sexy as hell, baby." She was still biting her lip, maybe even more as she pulled her hand down, breathing in deeply. "You're so sexy, Lily, all the time."
She smiled softly, letting the breath go. "I love you, T. Por siempre."
He smiled at her through the camera on his computer, wishing he could touch her. "I love you, Lily. Porsiempray!"
Gabriella wanted to take the initiative, but she didn't know how, or did she? She closed her eyes, swallowing hard, asking quietly, "Are you … hard, T?"
Troy groaned, loving that she was the first to do anything. He hadn't expected it, but she was and he couldn't love it anymore. "Yes, babe! It's all you! I haven't even touched myself yet. Just watching you. Thinking about making love to you while you were in the shower."
She moaned softly. "Really?" She opened her eyes, looking into his eyes. "Tell me what you wanted to do to me in the shower, T."
Troy shifted slightly, still not touching himself. "When I first saw you, wishing I was there with you," he told her, grunting softly, "I wanted to push you against the wall, surprise you, not let you know I was there until I was deep inside of you I'd make love to you until you were pleasantly spent."
Gabriella closed her eyes again, fighting the urge to touch herself. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking her lips, inhaling through clenched teeth.
He loved the sounds she was making. He knew she wasn't going last long. The bad thing was, he knew he wasn't going to last long either. He couldn't help but groan himself, hearing the sounds she was making.
"Are you jerking off, baby?" She wanted to touch herself, but she wasn't going to until she knew Troy was too.
"No, baby. Not until you do. Are you touching yourself?"
She moaned, smiling slightly. "No," she whimpered.
"Let me see you, baby," he requested, pushing his boxers off of his hips and shaking them off of his body, not bothering to kick them off the bed.
Gabriella pulled at the tie of her robe, pulling it off of her body, exposing her naked body to him. She wasn't shy in front of him. She had no reason to be.
"God, you are beautiful, babe! You always have been."
She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, baby."
He wished so badly he could touch her. "Touch yourself for me?"
That wasn't something she was used to though. "Where? How?" she asked, biting her lip more.
"Caress your breast for me?"
She blushed, closing her eyes as she reached her hand up, taking her breast in her hand, rolling the nipple between her forefinger and thumb like he does. Hearing him groan through the computer, she opened her eyes, smiling at him. "You like?"
He nodded, starting to stroke his cock, watching her rub her breast for him. "Oh yes, baby. That's perfect." She leaned her head forward, opening her mouth and letting her tongue lick at her nipple briefly.
Troy groaned loudly. "Yeah, Lily! Oh, yeah!"
She looked over at the computer screen. "O, sí!" she moaned for him, bringing her other hand to her other breast, tilting her head back slightly.
Troy moved his hand more on his shaft. "Lily! Oh, God, yes, Lily!"
He knew he was getting close, but he wanted her to cum too, so he held back slightly. "Baby, I want you to cum too."
She looked down at the computer screen, biting her lip.
"Touch your pussy, Lily," he told her, groaning slightly. Just talking about it was enough to send him over the edge, even if he wasn't pumping his cock as fast as he had been. He was thinking about being deep inside her. "Think about me being inside you, baby," he enticed her, hearing her start to moan louder. She was rubbing her pussy and he didn't even need to see it. He knew what she sounded like when she was working toward an orgasm. She was already turned on enough, the orgasm wasn't too far away. He could feel her pussy walls in his mind, the way they felt around his cock. They were the most amazing, even though he'd only been with her and Sharpay in his life, he knew that her's was the best in the world. He didn't need to sleep with more to figure that out.
He heard her breath start to slow, that was the indicator. Most would speed up, but her's slowed just before she was about to cum, and he closed his eyes, feeling his balls tighten up. They were in sync even though they weren't in the same place together. It was even more proof that they were meant for each other. They were a part of each other even from thousands of miles away they could still be completely in sync. Even if it had to do with sex, they were still in tune with each other.
Gabriella turned the computer, wishing it could hold her, knowing it couldn't, but wishing nonetheless. She turned her head into it, smiling softly. "I love you, T," she whispered, pulling the sheet up around her.
"I love you, Lily," he whispered, smiling, as he whispered, reaching for the tissues to clean himself off.
"This is when I really wish you were here," she whimpered softly, cuddling up with the laptop.
He watched as her cleavage hugged the keyboard, tossing the used Kleenex in the trash near the nightstand. "So I could hold you in my arms all night long?" he asked her, putting the box back on the nightstand.
She pulled the pillow more under her head, yawning, "Síííí..."
Troy smiled, laying down in the bed with her, even with the 3000 miles between the two of them right now. He pulled his pillow up next to hers where the laptop was still propped.
"Close your eyes and pretend my arms around you, baby. I'll imagine I'm holding you too."
It wasn't that easy for her to hold her eyes open any longer anyway. "I did it all the time before." She yawned, hugging her pillow down more against her, snuggling more into it. "I'd dream about you all time time," she turned her head more into the pillow, nuzzling her nose into it, "and then I'd wake up and you'd be gone."
He knew he had to be up for practice in less than 4 hours. "I have practice in the morning, baby, but I'll send you a text so you know."
Bri opened her eyes slightly, barely shaking her head. "No, that's ok. I understand. Just call me when you get finish, honey." She yawned again, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the pillow.
"Ok, babe. You need your rest anyway."
Gabriella wanted to say he was the one who needed his rest, but she was already half asleep and could barely even think to say anything else. "You tooooooo," she mumbled into the pillow.
Troy smiled, watching his beautiful Lily falling asleep on the pillow next to him. "Good night, my precious Lily."
Gabriella smiled, yawning widely. "Nite nite..."