A/N: Hello all! It's been a loong time, and I've missed you so much! Really, I have! I've JUST been off for winter break, and I was like, hey, I think I should go back to fanfic because's it's been like, a month, and I miss it like holy freakin hell. So, here I am!
Glimpse into my private life:
Woohoo! I feel amazingly good, kicking off my winter break with parties, chilling with friends, and hanging with my yes/no/maybeso "it's complicated" boyfriend, which I like to call, my boy toy. (Though he absolutely despises the name). Anyways, I feel utterly deprived though, since the freakout with finals and stuff has limited my dancing time D: So, here's me screaming that I want to be back in the studio! So, my best friend totally rocked her "beginnings" of winter break in ILLINOIS, which made me extremely jealous, because here, in the south, we don't get snow, and she was like, "It's snowing like FIVE inches, and I played in the snow and had a snowball fight!" And I was like. Jealous. I wish it would snow. But it hasn't. At all. *sigh*
ANYWAYS:
This story is kinda...mmm, idk. Kinda spur-of-the-moment-I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-writing. I got the idea from this encounter with my friend last night. She's a major freak when it comes to planning things, and her boyfriend's just like 'chill' with it, and uh, yeah. You'll see. It's based on them, so yeah. Hopefully, I'll let it all out by Christmas. Depends on how my brain's going to work. It's MOST LIKELY going to be a three/four shot. I'm moving up towards writing an actual story! Scandalous :O So, although I've just met them, and briefly chatted to them, I'd like to dedicate this story to the amazing people who PM me because it's been forever since I replied and I feel like I've totally neglected them so, girliesss, this is to you :D
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Gabriella Montez was a twenty-year old beast. She was currently enrolled in Harvard Medical School, had a side job as a secretary for the Efron Enterprises, the most elite law firm in the nation, worked her weekends at the soup kitchen and the orphanage, and made cookies on every Friday for her co-workers. In general, Gabriella Montez was the epitome of perfection, nicely gift-wrapped into a box of home-made chocolate chip happiness. When people asked her how she could fit all of this into her life, she was simply shrug and laugh it off, but deep down inside, she knew that it was because of her meticulously planned brain.
Since the age of five, Gabriella Montez had always planned and check-listed her life tightly. Every time spot had to be filled and planned. There wasn't time for spontaneity and surprises. It was a habit that she found useful, and well, it just stuck. She had short-term "checks" and long-term ones. Sure, throughout high school her friends had teased her about it, saying she was uptight and stringent, and sure, sometimes it would limit her social time, but in honesty, it just helped her sort her life out.
However satisfying a completed checklist was, she always found herself worked in a frenzy making said check-list. Like today, when her schedule was packed to each and every second with things to do.
Finish by today:
Wake up. Check.
Make cookie dough for next batch of cookies. Check.
Call Mom. Check.
Eat breakfast. Check.
Call Taylor. Check.
Check on Chad while Taylor is on business trip. Check.
Finish paper for class on Monday. Check.
Visit kids at orphanage (bring cookies baked last night) Check.
Work. Check.
Suck-up to boss: tell him his new hair cut doesn't make him look like he's missing a patch on the top of his head. Check.
Smile while painfully listening to boss drone on and on about how his wife left him. Check.
Learn to make new potato leek soup for soup kitchen. Check.
Try to convince Sharpay not to drag me to the club tonight.
Long term:
Finish med school.
Get promotion at work. (A/N ok, pretend this is underlined, I kept on trying to underline it but fanfic is being a butt so yeah. sorry for the interruption)
Fall in love.
Get married, give loving, caring mother grandchildren.
Learn to live without a stick up my ass. OH, and buy Sharpay a new car.
Gabriella groaned as she looked at her list, mentally reminding herself to kill her mother and Sharpay for writing on it. Well, at least she finished everything. She looked over her list again.
Shit. Not everything.
Try to convince Sharpay not to drag me to the club tonight. Not check.
Before she could go and hide cowardly in a corner, she heard the front door to her apartment swing open and a loud voice scream, " You better be fucking ready because I'm ready to par-tay!"
Gabriella groaned as she saw Sharpay walk into her living room, where she was currently sitting with hot tea and fuzzy slippers on.
"Shar-"
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Gabriella sighed, determined to convince Sharpay not to drag her along.
"I'm not going to the club,"
"Fuck yes you are,"
Gabriella groaned.
"I don't have anything to wear"
"I'll pick something out,"
"I have to call my mom,"
"You just did this morning,"
"I uhm, have to…wash my ears?"
"I'll help,"
Gabriella groaned, knowing that she was not going to win this.
"Shar, I don't wanna go," she tried one last time.
Sharpay looked at her.
"Sucks,"
Gabriella fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat at the bar, watching Sharpay literally molesting Zeke on the dance-floor. She took another sip of her drink and yawned. Her dress was too skimpy and way too tight. She mentally cursed herself for letting Sharpay force her into the skanky black dress hidden in the back of her closet that barely covered her ass and her breasts. Sharpay said it made her look less like a nerd, and out of place in a club. Puh-lease. It was her job to look like a nerd.
"Oh, and try to be a little more interesting. Don't tell them you're a med student. Tell them you like, strip for people," she had said while Gabriella merely rolled her eyes.
As she set her glass down and asked for another, she felt a presence next to her.
"Hey, can I get another one of these,"
Gabriella turned and saw the most attractive man her dear eyes ever had the pleasure of looking at. Her eyes trailed from his dirty blonde hair down his face and onto his hardened and chiseled body. Unbeknownst, the man was watching her the entire time, slightly chuckling to himself, but also in awe of the beauty in front of him. Deciding to break her of the trance she seemed to be in, he cleared his throat.
"Uh, can I help you?"
Gabriella's eyes shot up and instantly melted in his. "Uhm, sorry," she squeaked before blushing, knowing he had caught her staring.
The guy chuckled as the bartender set his drink in front of him. He picked it up and turned to her before saying, "Troy Bolton,"
Gabriella nodded. "Diet Coke,"
Troy looked at her oddly as she picked up her own glass and took a sip. He smiled widely and immediately let out a chuckle.
"Uh, no. That's not a drink. That's my name. Troy Bolton,"
"Oh," Gabriella said before immediately blushing again. "Uhm, Gabriella Montez," she said.
Troy grinned. Her name seemed almost perfectly fitting to her. He was immediately intrigued by her: the dark brown curls that framed her innocent face and the way it would turn red whenever he talked to her. "Diet coke?" he asked, motioning to the glass of the bubbling liquid.
Gabriella couldn't help but feel her face heat up again. How embarrassing. What twenty-two year old went to a bar and ordered a diet coke. "Uhm…yeah," she said awkwardly. "I-uh, I'm not a big drinker,"
Troy smiled. "Me neither," he said, holding out his glass. "It's lemonade,"
Gabriella couldn't help but let out a giggle.
He chuckled. "It's good," he replied before taking another sip and facing her. "So, what do you do?"
"I'm a medi- I rob stores" she replied, cursing herself for actually listening to Sharpay. And then, mentally beating herself for saying the first and most stupid thing she could say.
He looked slighty shocked before replying, "Oh. That's uhm-nice,"
Gabriella nodded dumbly while attempting to swallow all the Diet Coke in one gulp to avoid looking at him.
"So, you rob stores?"
"No. But my friend, see the one with her hands down that guy's pants, said to lie so I would seem more interesting,"
Troy nodded. "That makes perfect sense,"
Gabriella nodded before suddenly hearing her cell phone beep. She looked down and realized it was her alarm that she had set, reminding her that it was almost midnight, and she had to get home because she had class tomorrow.
"Oh shit," Gabriella said before looking up at Troy who had a curious expression on his face.
"What's up?" he asked, still holding on to her hand.
Gabriella sighed internally as she felt his thumb grazing the back of her hand. There was this strange attraction between her and this Troy. "I uhm-mmm,"
Troy grinned.
"Uh- what's the question?"
Troy didn't say anything before leaning down and gently connecting their lips. After a few minutes he released her lips and smiled at her content look.
"I don't remember, but I'm pretty sure, that's the answer," Troy replied.
Gabriella just grinned stupidly and licked her lips before suddenly frowning. This was not like her at all. She seriously didn't kiss guys randomly, and she especially doesn't do it with a stranger she just met like, five minutes ago. For all she knew he could be a seriously serial killer. That was definitely not on her check list. Make out with a murderer before being seriously kidnapped and killed. Seriously.
Gabriella eyed Troy as he looked at her curiously, trying to figure out why she suddenly seemed a lot less interested in him. He wasn't going to deny it. He'd never felt this strange type of attraction to a woman before, especially one he just met. Oh God. What if she was a lesbian? Not that there'd be anything wrong with it, in fact it would be slightly hot, but that would explain why she was looking at him like that. Oh God.
He doesn't look like a murderer.
"Uhm, listen. I hope I didn't freak you out just then. It was kind of, just, something. You know? I felt this kind of electrical spark between us and I thou-"
"Is that blood?" Gabriella interrupted, pointing at a blotch on his jacket. Troy looked down and realized the stain from the chocolate syrup he had attempted to put on his ice cream earlier. Shit.
"Uhm, no. It's probably from-"
"You hacking a poor innocent person over with an ax. Oh. MY. God. I knew it," Gabriella said, more than just a hint of panic in her voice.
"Gabriella-"
"Just when I meet some decent guy, he has to be a serial murderer," Gabriella panicked before frantically looking around for her purse. "Sorry, Troy, but uhm, I have to go. Have fun stabbing-I mean staying- in uhm…err.-… where are we?"
Troy had an amused look on his face when he answered, "Boston,"
"Right, Boston. Yup," she continued while grabbing her black clutch. "It was nice meeting you, and-"
"Gabriella," Troy said, gently grabbing onto her arm. "I'm not a serial killer,"
Gabriella nodded disbelievingly while nervously looking at the hand grabbing onto her arm. "Uhhh huhh,"
"I'm not going to kill you,"
"uhh huh, yeah, my arm-,"
"The stain's just chocolate,"
"uhh huh…oh,"
Gabriella sheepishly smiled as she managed to somewhat sit back down on the stool, her face red. She awkwardly looked up. "Sorry for confusing you with a deadly ax-murderer"
Troy smiled. "Happens all the time,"
Gabriella grinned back before her cell phone beeped again. "Oh, crappers,"
Troy continued to look at the girl sitting in front of him curiously. She really wasn't like anyone he had ever met. Ever. He couldn't help but be more than just a little intrigued by her. As he watched her frantically shove her phone back into her bag and get up, he rose with her.
"What's up?" he asked, for the second time that night.
"I have to get home. I have a class tomorrow," she replied.
"Robbing banks 101?" Troy asked, smirking.
Gabriella giggled. "Yeah. It was nice meeting you, Troy,"
Troy smiled and watched her leave the bar. God, that woman was amazing. He felt so interested in her, and he knew that no matter what, he had to be with her. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do so, but seconds later, he found himself running out of the bar and standing next to a surprised Gabriella.
"I'll walk you," he said, slightly out of breath.
Currently, the only thing running through Gabriella Montez's mind was Serial Killer Serial Killer Serial Killer.
But she pushed it aside when she found the tingly feelings rushing through her hand when he grabbed it.
"Sure," she said, and they began the long trek home.
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