There I was standing at the edge of the pathway staring up at my new house. Albuquerque, New Mexico is my new home. I have yet to grasp the full concept of me being here. I walk up to what my mother points out as my new room. Once I get in there I can't help but try to fill its emptiness. I try to fill it with the memory of New Years Eve. Troy was his name. I opened myself up to him within an hour. He was a complete stranger. Yet, it felt different. There is a slim chance to none that I will never see him again. So I should really try to forget about him, right? Wrong. That's like trying to do the impossible. 2 weeks later and he's still on my brain. I gazed at the balcony doors. The room was silent except for my breathing. I heard the faint bounce of a ball. I silently walked over and outside the doors. I looked straight into the other yard to see a nice looking guy running basketball drills. I guess he felt someone looking. So he turned to meet eyes with me. I smiled as those piercing blue eyes met mine. I squinted. "Gabriella?" He said loud enough for me to hear. I gasped and sped back into the house. And that was it. The beginning of Troyella.