Authors Note:- Thank you for the reviews!

Quickly, I just want to say, concerning the person that PM'ed me, I DO NOT support Traylor in any way shape or form, so no I will never ever write them, unless you would like me to vomit. God, to be honest, I think that pairing is just SICK. No offence to any that read or write, I just never will. (:

Disclaimer:- No, no, no.

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"What do you mean you're leaving?!"

Taylor sighed for what seemed the twelfth time that evening. She was in the guest bedroom, suitcase on bed, packing clothes hurriedly. JJ lay context next to her, eyes closed in a peaceful slumber.

Denise had stopped pacing, and now stood just by the open wardrobe, her face flushed and hair a mess. After screaming at Taylor non-stop for a least an hour, it seemed like she had calmed down enough to have a civil conversation. Now she stood expectantly, waiting for Taylor to answer.

"You heard, Dee. By tomorrow, I'm gone,"

"Gone where?"

Taylor sighed; she hadn't thought about this. "I don't know. Go to my moms, back to Aunt Zaizee? The world is an endless place,"

Denise screwed up her face and advanced towards Taylor. "Don't be stupid. Stay here,"

Taylor grabbed her jewellery box and shoved it on top of her many t-shirts. "Stay here?" She scoffed slightly, "Seriously? For what?"

Denise picked up sleeping Jordynn, and rested her in the crook of her arms. She didn't even stir. "For JJ?" She sighed. "C'mon Tay, I love having you lot around. My niece is gorgeous, I'm spending time with a best friend and my brothers happy again. Please?"

Taylor turned around, her mouth hung a little in shock. "Chad's happy?" She laughed slightly, "So what, I stay here with our child while Chad's off with Kavida any time he gets?"

Denise, still holding tightly onto JJ, sat next to Taylor's suitcase on the bed. "Do you know what Tay? Chad has never ever mentioned this Kavida girl," She smiled thinly, "She's probably another one of those Saturday night flings that became too attached. Nothing in it,"

Taylor shook her head. "She was ringing up his cell, Dee,"

Denise raised an eyebrow. "Oh wow. She's ringing up Chad's phone, book the wedding now," Denise spat sarcastically.

Taylor shook her head. "It's all fun and games now Dee, but what happens if their relationship is more serious? I don't want to be the home-wrecker,"

"You have a young child together, Tay!" Denise rose her voice, anger pulsing through her veins. Due to her loudness, a sharp cry pierced the tense air. Both adult girls looked down to Denise's lap and the young toddler who had made the sound. It was obvious the caramel skinned toddler was crying, her face was screwed up and red, and there were whimpers emitting from her mouth.

Taylor sighed, running a hand through her hair. Denise, looking like a deer caught in headlights, hoisted JJ up so the young child was standing on her thighs. "JJ, shush, it's okay," She whispered, but JJ seemed to scream harder. Taylor exhaled noisily and walked over to her friend and daughter.

"Pass her here," She asked quietly, holding her arms outstretched. Denise shot her an apologetic smile, mouthing 'sorry', and passing her niece over to her mother. Taylor nodded, smiling slightly, and took JJ from Denise, resting her daughter on her left hip. "Jordynn-Jazmine Gabriella Danforth, what am I to do with you, hey?" Taylor ran a hand across her daughters forehead, smoothing her unruly curls back. "Shush sweetie, it's okay," She soothed, smiling when JJ's cries resided to sniffles.

"Who's a better girl then?" Taylor smiled, giggling when JJ hiccupped. "Mommy doesn't like it when you cry," JJ shook her head comically, burying it into Taylor's shoulder.

"Sorry Tay, I completely forgot Jordynn was asleep," Denise remarked sheepishly.

Taylor shook her head. "Its fine Dee, I wanted her up anyway," She smiled at Denise, then turned her head to JJ, "Are you hungry baby?"

Jordynn grimaced. "Noooo," She looked from Taylor to Denise in wide eyes, "Want dada,"

Taylor almost fainted in shock as Denise started a coughing fit. "Dada isn't here at the moment sweetie," She said gently, kissing the top of her forehead.

"Dada!" JJ screamed, her face screwing up as if she was going to cry again. Taylor looked pointedly at Denise.

"Crap," She cursed quietly, "This is gonna be harder then i thought,"

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Chad practically skipped to the front door of his best friend's house; he was that happy. He rapped on the door four times, willing someone to answer. His prayers were fulfilled when Troy opened the door, granted looking a little more dishevelled than usual, and waved him in. Chad walked through the small hallway and into the spacious living room. He did a double take when he saw the state of the living room; cups everywhere, last night's take-away gathering mould on the paper strewn table. Gabriella certainly wouldn't have left a mess like this.

"Where's Gabs?" Chad asked nonchalantly, not noticing Troy's wince. "It's Sunday, she shouldn't have to work,"

Troy shook his head. "She's at her mom's. We kinda...Had an argument?"

"What do you mean, kinda?" Chad replied, kinking an eyebrow, "You either did or you didn't Troy,"

Troy's face took on a pained expression. "We did. It was...Wrong, but we did,"

Chad looked up at his friend. "About what this time?"

Chad hadn't meant for his comment to sound rude. It was just that Troy and Gabriella had been having a lot of arguments lately, over trivial things, such as how much time Troy was spending away, who should do the weekly shop and even who should take charge of the television remote. Chad thought it was stupid, dumb and severely immature.

"Flowers," Troy winced inwardly, it sounded so stupid. And, of course, Chad laughed.

"Flowers?" He spluttered, "Be serious, Bolton,"

"That's exactly it though Chad!" He went and sat on the sofa, flinging his head in his hands, "We argued about colours and themes of flowers, of all things. I accused her of shit, she accused me of shit, and it became a huge mess!"

Chad sighed and went to sit beside his best friend, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Dude, I know it sounds bad now, but she'll come around sooner or later,"

Troy glared at him with watery eyes, and Chad got scared. Only twice in his life had he seen Troy Bolton cry. "Come round? Sooner or later?" He laughed pathetically, "The weddings off Chad. Done, finished, capishe,"

"What do you mean off?!" Chad almost shouted, "The wedding wouldn't be called off just because you couldn't agree on flower colours,"

Troy pointed towards the table. "What's that then?"

Chad looked at the table, and saw a small object, glinting in the sun.

"Gabi's ring," He breathed, under his breath.

"Yeah," Troy countered, shaking his head profusely, "She left her engagement ring here, then cleared off to her mom's. I think we're done for good, Chad,"

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Gabriella practically ran to Denise's house. After crying in her mom's house all evening, she decided she needed more comfort, and who else is better than your best friend?

Getting to the front porch, she rang the doorbell twice, impatient for someone to answer. Finally, after about two or so minutes, the door flew open, and there stood Denise in a fluster.

"Thank God you're here!" She screeched, grabbing Gabi by the shoulders and pulling her in for a hug. "Tay has gone mental!"

Gabriella looked confused. "Mental?"

Denise nodded. "Just come in! She's upstairs,"

Gabriella nodded, stepping under the threshold and into the hallway. As Denise walked into the kitchen, Gabriella advanced up the stairs stopping when she got to the guest room door.

"Tay?" She asked shakily, not liking what she was seeing already. Taylor, dressed in a blue Juicy Couture tracksuit, was packing JJ's baby things into an already heaving suitcase. "Taylor?"

Taylor turned, now aware that someone other than Dee was talking to her. Her best friend stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of pyjama trousers tucked into Uggs, and a white camisole. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and her face was make-up free apart from the slight mascara remnants that she had cried away. She looked tired and troubled, something that Taylor knew was far from normal. "Gabriella?" She stopped what she was doing, and walked towards her, "Honey, what's up?"

"I could ask you the same question," Gabriella drawled, surveying the clothes ridden room. "Going somewhere?"

Taylor sighed, picking up one of JJ's shirts that were on the floor. "I'm thinking of leaving,"

Gabriella's eyes widened. "Say what?"

Taylor pursed her lips. "It's a long story,"

"I have time,"

Taylor shook her head, regaining a seating position on the bed as Gabriella joined her. "Me and Chad kissed yesterday,"

Gabriella smiled. "Oh my god, that's amazing Tay! Are you two back together? Then that means –"

"Woah, slow down sugar," Taylor joked, amazed at Gabriella's reaction. "That's not all,"

"Oh," Gabriella nodded, "Continue?"

"Well, after he left yesterday, I realised he had left his cell here, as it kept ringing. I picked it up, and someone answered: a girl,"

"Well, Chad is quite a popular guy, Tay,"

Taylor sighed. "But, you don't get it. This girl called and said she was Chad's girlfriend,"

Gabriella raised an eyebrow. "Tay, Chad hasn't had a girlfriend since you left,"

Taylor shook her head. "Well, she seemed pretty sure of herself,"

"Honey," Gabriella started, placing her hand atop of Taylors, "Chad is famous. A household name. Many girls want him, but he is select with his choosing. Most of these girls are one-night wonders that get clingy,"

"That's exactly what Dee said,"

"See?" Gabriella smiled, "Its common sense, Tay. Do you know what I think?"

Taylor shrugged. "What?"

"Chad's probably forgot all about this Kavida girl,"

Taylor smiled wryly. "I suppose. Just in case she is though, then I'll have to - ,"

"Ask Chad," Gabriella said, cutting her off, "Before you do anything hasty,"

Taylor nodded slowly. "Anyway, enough about me. Why are you here, dressed like that, upset?"

Gabriella fingered her pyjama bottoms. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Gabriella," Taylor said sternly, causing her best friend to look at her.

Gabriella sighed. "I think me and Troy are finished, before it even begun,"

Taylor's eyes widened to what looked like a painful level. "What?!"

Gabriella sighed. "It's a long story,"

Taylor smirked, miming Gabriella's words from earlier. "I have time,"

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Denise hummed to herself as she prepared a salad for hers and Taylor's dinner later; that's if Taylor was still here.

Denise had known Taylor since the latter was 16 and had just started dating Chad. Back then, Denise thought Taylor was just a too smart, too opinionated know-it-all who was too closed minded to see the best in people. When dating Chad, Denise actually saw that all the show was a facade to hide the insecurities Taylor was harbouring, and dating a popular guy like Chad was illuminating these to put all the attention on her. Getting closer to 'real' Taylor was easy, and Chad probably was the one to change her. Soon after that, Taylor became pregnant, and just being trusted enough with the big secret allowed the two girls to form a closer bond.

It's all part of the list; Things that I miss,

Things like your funny little laugh, or the way you smile,

Or the way we kiss –

Denise jumped out of her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone piercing the quiet air. Looking down at the sideboard, her iPhone was flashing and the name 'Chad' was illuminated on the screen. Rolling her eyes, she pressed the accept button, and placed the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Denise! How are you on this fine evening?"

Denise felt like slapping her brother down the phone. "Chad? Are you okay?"

"Why, I'm fine Dee. Absolutely fantastic!" His voice was too preppy, it was surreal.

"Alright," Denise started through gritted teeth, "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"

She heard a wry laugh. "I'm just happy, Denise. Is that too much to understand?"

Denise started to slice up some cherry tomatoes, resting her cell in between the crook of her shoulder and neck. "I suppose not. And why are you so happy, dare I ask?"

She heard Chad sigh on the other end. "The sun is shining, there's no basketball for the rest of the season, and my beautiful daughter and the love of my life are back with me. Need I say more?"

Denise sighed, knowing that Chad was oblivious to Taylor's shock news. "Uh, Chad, that could be harder than you think,"

"Say what?"

Denise took a loud, audible inhale. "Chad, who's Kavida?"

"Who?" Chad asked, confusion laced in his voice.

"Kavida," Denise countered, more confident this time, "A girl. Kavida,"

"I have no – Oooh," Chad replied, his voice getting louder, "Kavida!" He chuckled.

"Well?" Said Denise, growing impatient, "Who the hell is she?"

"A model I met in a club, Denise!" Chad laughed, "What's this about, Dee?"

"Are you in a relationship with her?" Denise couldn't stop herself now, it was just all coming out.

"Huh? We had a kiss and a cuddle Denise, a couple of dances. What's turned you into my mother all of a sudden?"

Denise shook her head. "Chad, this model, Kavida, she talked to Tay earlier,"

"How?"

"You must have left your cell here or something. But, anyway, Tay spoke to her and this chick said that you and her were in a relationship,"

"Come again?!"

"As in, you and her, together," Denise could hear the exasperation in her brothers voice and was seriously confused.

"But, we're not!" Chad was almost shouting now.

"Well, that's hard to decipher. Especially, coming from the girl you just kissed instants before she got the phonecall,"

"Shit," Chad exhaled noisily, "Does Taylor think that me and - ? Are - ?"

Denise suddenly felt sorry for her brother. "Taylor took it to heart. Literally,"

"What do you mean?"

"She's packing her things up, Chad. She'll be gone by the morning,"

Denise heard nothing but silence on the other end. "Chad?"

Greeted with the dial tone, Denise inwardly cursed. Chad was known for going to drastic measures on things he was passionate about, and Taylor Annabelle McKessie could just pitch the post. But, Taylor was also a determined, independent woman, and when she made a decision, she stuck to it.

Could anything good come of this sticky situation?

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Authors Note:- Okay, crappy ending, and sorry for the long-ish wait. Have got some mock exams coming up in 3 weeks, so revision period has started! ):

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Emily '-#