Adventures of the heart

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Chapter 1

Gabriella had wanted to cook for as long as she could remember. She remembered being at home or at playschool when she was little and all she would do was play in the play kitchen. Or help her mom in the kitchen. That was up until the age of 13 after that her mom didn't feel the need to help her, she could reach all the shelves by herself or with a stool, she was old enough to use the oven and appliances. Gabriella cooked most of the family meals each night. But on top of that she made cakes, and desserts al l the time. She practiced recipes and techniques that she wanted to learn. She had the qualifications all she needed now was a job but no one would take on a just out of college cook with no experience. She needed to volunteer and she knew just the guy to see.

Troy Bolton had been best friends with her brother since they were tots. Now at the age of 21 he was almost a world renowned chef having been in a kitchen since he was 13 and working his way up. Now at 21 he had his own restaurant Bolton's and changed the menu every week sometimes everyday. Because of his job in rarely came to the Bolton house. But he did try and stop by for a meal at least once a month on the day the restaurant was closed. A Sunday and Gabriella always cooked on a Sunday.

Tomorrow was Sunday and but more importantly it was the Sunday Troy was coming and well Gabriella was cooking a three course meal. She had just learned how to make chicken liver pate, she was doing pasta bake for a main and chocolate brownie for dessert. However she had to make chutney to go with the pate and a salad plus toast the brioche no problem. Pasta bake simple. The dessert was what caused the problem the brownie was simple it was the sugar decoration that caused Gabriella problems it always burnt and she hoped tomorrow it wouldn't.

Sunlight streamed in though the crack in the curtains falling across Gabriella's face. Blinking she slowly sat up and glanced at the clock. 10 o'clock, 10 O'CLOCK CRAP Troy was coming at 12 she would never have lunch ready by 12.30.

20 minutes she was rushing down the stairs tying her damp hair back.

"Trying to look good for someone?" asked Aaron

Gabriella jumped and slipped down the remaining stairs and sprawled flat on her face her wrist becoming crushed under her body.

"Shut up Aaron," snapped Gabriella pushing herself up to her feet

Ignoring the pain in her wrist Gabriella set about preparing the pasta bake ready to go in the oven. Once that was cooking she prepared the starters and placed them in the fridge ready. Now it was time for the sugar decoration and it was 12 so Troy would be there any second. So just as she thought she had gotten it perfect and was lifting the pan of the stove a sharp pain shot though her wrist as the doorbell chimed and the pan fell to the floor splashing hot caramel up her legs. At that moment Troy and her brother entered the room and rushed to her aid.

Moments later she found herself sat on the floor with Troy pressing cold tea towels to her legs.

"My sugar," said Gabriella

"You can try again later," said Troy

"But it was perfect," whined Gabriella "It never works and the one time it does I drop the pan,"

"Sugar decoration?" asked Troy

Gabriella nods.

"I help you after," smiled Troy looking up at her before he returned his gaze to her legs.

"After we've taken you to hospital," he added

"Oh god," groaned Gabriella brining her hands up to her face.

A sudden shock shot though her body as Troy gently took her right wrist away from her face.

"Have you hurt your wrist?" asked Troy gently prodding it

"No," said Gabriella "OW!" she exclaimed as Troy prodded a tender part
"I think that's a yes," he smiled "What happened?" he asked

"I woke up later and I rushing downstairs to get dinner ready, when Aaron made me jump and I fell down the stairs. I wanted to cook so much that I guess I didn't feel it," explained Gabriella

"Aaron," calls Troy

Aaron comes suturing though from the kitchen "Yeah?" he asked

"Gabriella needs to go to hospital," said Troy

"I'll start the car," said Aaron

"What about lunch?" asked Gabriella

"Lunch can wait until later," said Troy

"I turned the oven off and cleaned up the caramel sauce," said Aaron "I'm going to the car," he added

"I worked so hard," said Gabriella

"I'm sure you did," said Troy

"I wanted to ask you something," blurted Gabriella

Troy helped her to her feet. "What?" he asked

"Do you take people on for work experience?" asked Gabriella

"I'll think about it and talk to the owner," smiled Troy "But first lets get that wrist and those burns sorted," smiled Troy

"I thought you were the owner," smiled Gabriella

"I am so I'll think about it," smiled Troy as they sat in the car

"Think about what?" asked Aaron as they drove towards the hospital

"Gabriella wants to do work experience at my restaurant," explained Troy

"You know I can cook, I have a passion for it and the qualifications I just need some experience," said Gabriella

"You need something for your CV," said Troy

"That too," said Gabriella

"Why do you need to work experience when you have the qualifications?" asked Aaron
"Are you deaf? Have you not heard what as been going on at home. I have applied to every restaurant, deli and café in Albuquerque no one wants a just out of college no experience no reputation chef," said Gabriella

"Then there all jerks. Because I am willing to take a chance," said Troy

"Really?" asked Gabriella

"You have made her day," smirked Aaron

"Shut up Aaron," snapped Gabriella

"You start work experience when you wrist is better," said Troy

"So tomorrow?" asked Gabriella

"Gabriella if your wrist is sprained it will take a good 3 weeks for it to get better," said Troy

"Aww," moaned Gabriella

"You can come in to sign some paperwork and sit back and watch the service," said Troy "And after hours I will teach you everything I know,"

Gabriella had no words to the last statement she just sat in the back a smile her gaping mouth.

"You've made her speechless," chuckled Aaron

"That's because I'm the best chef in Albuquerque," smirked Troy

"Someone's a little full of himself," said Aaron

"He is the best chef and it's a honour to learn from him," said Gabriella

"Feed the ego why don't you Gabs," said Aaron

"Will you tell the secret of your saffron sauce?" asked Gabriella leaning forward.

"Nope," said Troy popping the p.

Gabriella sat back arms folded across her chest.

"Maybe one day," smiled Troy as they pulled up at the hospital "Come on let's go get you treated," he added

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