A/N… ok so thank you for more reviews. QueenLittleMissEvil said that Goths and pink do go together. Sorry about that – it's just that all the Goths I know hate the colour pink. And laalaa1123 asked what a MOB princess and FBI prince is. Sorry if I hadn't made it clear – I just thought most people would understand. A MOB princess is a daughter of a mobster or gangster, and an FBI prince is the son of an FBI agent or someone important in the FBI.
Anyway I'm glad that I got more reviews – so thank you very much and keep on reviewing.
I sat in my dad's office whilst he rambled on and on at me. All four of my brothers were standing there besides him. Marcelo, though looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but standing besides dad in the office whilst he shouted at me.
"How could you go out with an agent's son?" Dad's face looked redder than I had even seen it
"Dad -" I tried to interject
"Do you know that he could be using you?" Dad carried on as if I hadn't said a word
"Dad -"
"What would possess you to do such a vile act?"
"Dad –"
"To lie about going to this school dance! And to find out you were going with some bastard?"
"Dad -"
"How -"
"Dad shut up and let her talk…" Marcelo interrupted, rolling his eyes at my dad's constant ramble. Marcelo gave me a soft smile – he had known that I had become friends with Troy; he just didn't know all the details. Dad looked at Marcello, his face red. His silence gave me an opportunity to explain myself.
"Dad… Troy isn't using me to get information about you. I don't talk about you. Surprisingly our fathers are not the subject of our conversations" I added a bit of sarcasm – mostly because I was pissed off. "The fact that we're from different families doesn't bother us – and it shouldn't bother you. I don't blab secrets about this family to him. Hell! I don't even know any secrets to blab!"
Dad looked at me, my words may have softened him a bit; however, he was still pissed.
"Go to your room…" I didn't need to be told twice, leaving the room quickly, after glancing at Marcello.
Opening my bedroom door I flung my bag onto the floor, kicking off my shoes as I collapsed onto my bed. How did dad know I was with Troy? There was only one possible explanation. He had obviously sent some people to follow up on me. His people had obviously have seen me with Troy and checked up on who he was. And as soon as they found out he was an FBI agent's son – they reported it to dad.
Tears started to spill out of my eyes. Why couldn't my dad keep his life to himself? Didn't he know that I wanted no part of it? I never asked to be a MOB princess – but I am! And I didn't want it. People think oh yeah you'll have lots of money lots of fun… all that shit. But it's not fun. Its torture and I never wanted it. It was thrust upon me unwillingly.
I heard a quiet knock on my door.
"Come in" I choked out. I sat up to see who had knocked and saw Marcello standing there. As soon as he saw me crying he immediately rushed over, sat himself down on my bed, and opened his arms to embrace me. I sobbed into his chest whilst he tried to reassure me that everything would be alright.
All the years of frustration and rejection had taken its toll on me and I was finally releasing the tears I had kept trapped in me for so long. All the times of facing people look at me like trash flashed through my mind. The times of having to face loneliness and sitting in the toilets to eat my lunch because no one wanted to be associated with me and get themselves into trouble stuck with me – breaking me.
And then there was Troy. Troy didn't give a shit about whether or not my dad was a mobster. He didn't give a shit. All he liked was hanging out with me. He saw me for who I really am – Gabriella Montez a 16 year old girl who is just plain ordinary. He was the one who would get into even more shit if he was seen with me. But he didn't care – he didn't even mind. He was brave and confident and willing to put the people he cared about first. And I admired that about him.
Another knock broke me out of my thoughts of Troy. Raising my head from Marcelo's shoulder, I saw dad enter.
"Marcelo can you please leave…" dad asked
I didn't want Marcelo to leave. He was on my side – he always would be. I wanted him to stay. I clung to him not letting him go
"Dad I want him to stay…"
Dad shrugged before sitting down on my bed
"Listen, Gabi. I know you like this boy – but have you ever thought that he could just be using you. His father would be thrilled to catch me. Do you want your father to go to jail?"
I shook my head truthfully. I may not have liked what he did for a living; however, he was still my father.
"Then you'll understand where I'm coming from…"
"Dad – he doesn't. We don't talk about our dads. We talk about us. I don't tell him anything about you – dad I don't even know anything about you or what you do! Even if I wanted to tell him, which I don't – I couldn't! There's nothing that I know – there's nothing that I want to know. Dad I love him."
My dad looked emotionless.
"Gabi – you're a mobsters daughter, he's an FBI agent's son. You go together like tyres and nails…"
"I know – I thought that too. But I love him dad. I've gotten to know him and he's someone special. Someone who I don't want to let go because – because of your job…" I looked pleadingly at my dad
"I'm sorry darling. But I can't have you seeing an FBI agent's son! He's a piece of shit and you know it deep down. How can you possibly like a guy whose father can bring down your bloody family?"
Tears brimmed my eyes. Why wasn't he getting it? Why couldn't he see that I had fallen for Troy? Marcello squeezed my shoulder trying to comfort me as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Dad…" I tried again
"End of discussion. You argue and your bodyguards are back… capiche?"
Looking at him through my blurred vision I realised one thing. If dad really didn't want me to see Troy, he would have made my bodyguards come back. Either dad was trying to be kind in some way, or he was really growing old. I nodded my head, excited that despite of everything, my bodyguards were not going to be looking over my shoulder at school.
Meeting up with Troy on the rooftop the following Monday I smiled hesitantly as I saw him sat on the bench, obviously in deep thought.
"Hey…" I smiled as I sat down next to him resting my head on his shoulder.
"Hey…" Troy slung his arm around my shoulder, tracing small designs on the bare skin of my shoulder.
"So my dad found out about us on Friday…" I started the conversation as if it was no big deal. I sighed inwardly as Troy's head snapped towards me and his eyes got huge
"And..?"
"And he doesn't want me to see you again…" Troy removed his hand from my shoulder, placing it on his knee as he searched my face wanting to know what I was feeling. He gave me a look indicating that I should go on.
"But I was thinking – we've survived this long without him knowing, why can't we just keep everything a secret?"
Troy closed his eyes and sighed.
"Brie, I've fallen for you. And keeping you a secret – I know that my father would freak if he found out I'd fallen for you, but I have. And-"
"And my father already knows. We've got to be careful right now, otherwise he'll bring the bodyguards back and that would be the end…" Troy nodded his head in agreement. Picking up my hand he interlaced my fingers with his before resting them on his knee.
"So now what?" he asked, his voice sounded apprehensive, as if he was dreading the answer
"We take it a step at a time. I mean, I've fallen for you too – hell I bloody love you. It's just. We go together like tyres and nails, and right now this maybe not the ideal situation – but it's the best we can do…" I looked up into his eyes that had turned a dark blue. Nodding his head, he leant down to kiss me. Pulling away he smiled and whispered
"I love you too…" my heart soared as I heard the raw emotion in his voice. Smiling up at him, I leant in to reconnect our lips.
We may not know what the hell we were going to do with our relationship. We may not have the most ideal situation. Everyone may hate us being together – despise us for who we are. But there's one thing I do know.
Whilst Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez may have gone together like tires and nails; oil and water; Goths and pink. All I know is that now - Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez go together like sand and sea; Ben and Jerry and Ant and uh… Dec!
Just don't expect a family get together anytime soon…
A/N Ok so about the ending – I'd finished it whilst watching the final of Britain's Got Talent (And go George Sampson for winning!!) hence Ant and Dec. I was thinking – you never do see those two without each other. It's never just Ant or Dec – they come as a pair!
So that's the end of this – I'm not too happy about the ending of this – I don't know but I think that it could have been done better. I was just struggling a bit and it ended like this – it does feel a bit rushed and liv3.in.lov3 had mentioned that I should do it as a story; however, I've already got Wrong Side of Town to concentrate on and really hadn't planned on having this as a story. I might come back to this sometime though…