After a minute or two, I pulled away from Troy.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Ummm," he said, looking at his watch, "About 10:30."

"Want to get out of the pool?" I asked sweetly, "I'm really tired so I would like to go to bed soon."

He reluctantly nodded. I giggled a little. I could tell he wanted to kiss some more, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that later.

We moved over to the ladder, and Troy got out first; then held out his hand to help me out of the water. I grinned. His eyes stared at my wet, underwear clad body. I cleared my throat.

"Uh, Troy, could we get some towels and leave now?"

"Ummm, sorry….I….I….I don't think there are any." He coughed slightly, eyes still attached to…well…not my eyes, that's for sure.

I giggled.

"Nice try, Troy, but I can see the carton of clean towels just over there."

Troy turned beet red.

"Oh, I, um, forgot about those ones. Yeah. Right." He stuttered.

I ran over to the cart and grabbed two towels, one for each of us. I wrapped mine around my body right away, and all of a sudden the glazed look in Troy's eyes disappeared.

We walked hand in hand back to the nurse's office.

"Troy, I'm just going to quickly shower, I want to wash the chlorine out of my hair, ok?"

He grinned.

"I'm down with that," he said flirtily. I rolled my eyes, then got in.

As I stood under the hot, refreshing stream of water, I contemplated all the things that had happened that evening. Wow. I just couldn't believe that Troy and I were finally together! I'd wanted this for so long, and my dreams had finally come true. Sure, Troy was a bit ditzy, but he was so sweet.

I got out of the shower, and pulled the comb through my wet curls. They bounced as the comb released them, setting them free. I put some lotion I found on my legs, and changed to a big baggy t-shirt I'd grabbed from the lost and found. It had smelled the cleanest, so I figured it would make a decent night shirt.

I walked out of the bathroom. Troy was lying on one of the double beds, eyes glued to the TV screen I could tell he was watching a basketball game or something porn-tastic by the way a little pool of saliva was beginning to collect at the corner of his mouth. I giggled a little. Looking at the screen, I saw it was a basketball game.

"Go shower, smelly boy!" I said, throwing him a towel. He grudgingly obliged. I felt kind of sorry for his mom, having to force him to shower. It must be even harder for her; she can't convince him to do what she wants by withholding kisses. Well, she could, but it wouldn't really convince him.

A couple minutes later, Troy came out in just his boxers. His hair was wet and little beads of water dotted his rock-hard chest. He leaned against the doorframe for a second, then came over to where I was sitting.

I stood up, looking into his dreamy blue eyes. We leaned forward until our lips touched, then we were lost in each other. We moved so that I was in a semi-lying position on the bed and he was on top of me. We were so passionately kissing that we almost didn't hear it.

"Troy! Gabriella!"

We pulled apart.

"Crap! That's my dad," Troy explained. Tory hastily grabbed his shirt and put it on; I pulled my jeans on under my long baggy shirt. I quickly fixed my hair and used my fingers to comb Troy's.

"Troy! Gabi! Where are you two?"

Troy grabbed my hand and we raced out into the hallway. He let go just before we came in sight of his dad.

"Oh, thank heavens you two are alright! We were so worried! Why didn't you call?"

"Well," Troy began, "I forgot to charge my phone and Gabi left hers at home. The office was locked. There wasn't any way to contact you."

"Oh, I see. Well, we better call your mom quick, Gabi. She's worried sick."

"Yeah, we better," I said.

"What did you guys do all evening, anyways?" Troy's dad asked, beginning to dial.

"Oh, nothing much," Troy responded, winking at me. "Nothing much at all." I smiled and he reached out to give my hand a quick squeeze. I sighed. What an amazing night.