Three Words, Eight Letters Chapter 1: Three Words, Eight Letters, a high school musical fanfic

Three Words, Eight Letters

"Three Words, Eight Letters. Say it and I'm yours," He didn't answer. He just stared at me with his blue eyes. I looked at him one more time and saw Troy, the heart-breaker. I walked away and left him there. I loved him, I loved him so much but I was sick of him fooling around like I was just a toy. A tear rolled down my cheek because I knew he would never say it.

I watched as Troy Bolton shot the ball into the hoop. The crowd screamed. I winced at the sound. They won. The Wildcats won. They won the championship. The crowd was cheering as loud as it could be. Troy raised his arms in victory. It was a close win. The Wildcats won by two points. Everyone in the gym went wild. They cheered even louder, almost everyone stood up. I didn't. I clapped and gave a smile but that was it. All I was focusing on was Troy himself.

He was smiling his infamous cocky smile. He was sweating like water was poured on him. His hair was wet yet still as shaggy and perfectly messy as ever. He gave a small laugh and then looked at me. Gabriella Montez, the girl in the fifth row. He gave me a seductive wink and turned back to the team. I smiled a bit wider and pulled my dark-rimmed glassed up to my nose. They were slowly starting to fall off. I wrote down some notes on my notebook. I was going to write an article on the Championship. I looked back at Troy and then I saw him. I saw him with another girl. I rolled my eyes. The girl had unnatural blond and was clinging onto him. Something inside of me tore apart.

Troy and I weren't a couple but we weren't friends either. To be honest, I didn't even know. Troy had always been in the dating scene whilst I remained alone...sort of. Troy and I had 'encounters' at my house or our special spot at school. No one knew about us. It was a secret only Troy and I kept to ourselves. He was the East High's Best Player, in and out of the court. Almost everyday at school, There would be a girl clinging herself on to Troy and his arm would be around her and at least once a week, it would be a different girl. Girls -and some boys- fawned over him, Boys envied him. He was practically God of East High. Who wouldn't fall for him? He was 5'8. He had dirty brown/blond hair that girls always wanted to get their fingers on. He had a tan complexion like he was at the beach yet in truth, it was his natural skin tone. I was far from who he was.

I was Gabriella Montez AKA the school's reporter who wear large dark-rimmed glasses and always has a book in her hands. I only had a small group of friends. I didn't really need my glasses but I used it to see far away. I read more than I speak. I cried more than I laughed. I wrote more than my English teacher. Though Troy had his flings with girls, I was with him the whole time...and no one knew.

When the cheers and claps died down and everyone went out of the gym. I was packing my things and I was the last one to leave. I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out of my pocket. I had a message

Meet me at the rooftop in 5 min.
I'll be waiting, ;-)

I smiled at the message. I knew exactly who sent it.

I took off my glasses and put it in its casing and I took off the scrunchy that was holding my hair. I took my bag and looked at my watch. It was 4:37. The game ended twelve minutes ago. My mother wouldn't come home until eleven. I took my sling bag and brushed off the dust on my jeans. I walked down the stairs and went out of the gym. I headed to the rooftop or as I like to call it our special spot. Troy was obnoxious, arrogant, cocky and at times, a jackass yet somehow I was like the rest of the girls. I couldn't help but to fall for him. Even though Troy had girlfriends once every week, I was with him ever since I came to East High.

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"Mama, I don't want to go to this school,"

"Don't worry, mija," My mother, Maria tried to assure me, "Everything will be fine. It's just until you graduate,"

"That's not until another two years," I said. She sighed and then looked at me.

"Just promise me you'll try to make friends," I nodded. She smiled and kissed my cheek. I got out of the car and looked at the school. It looked like a normal school. My hair was tied into a ponytail and my glasses wore held up on my nose. My mother drove away in the car, leaving me here in this school. Anxiety was kicking in and my heart was pounding. I walked into the school. People were next to their lockers, talking to friends. One girl in a cheer-leading uniform glanced at me and scoffed ad went back talking to her friend. I sighed. I walked and walked trying to find my way but even as I looked at the map. I still couldn't find the Registration room. I looked at the map again.

"Need any help?" A masculine, husky voice asked. I looked up from the map to see a pair of ocean blue eyes.

"Y-yes," I started to stutter, "D-do you know wh-where the Registra-si-sion room is?" He chuckled. I was lost for words.

"You're new here aren't you?"

"Yes, My mom was transferred here from San Francisco and I'm lost," I said truthfully.

"I can show you around East High if you want," He said. I nodded.

"That would be...nice," He gave a crooked smile.

"You know what?"

"What?"

He took my glasses off my face and my mouth opened a bit, "You're prettier without these," I blushed.

"I'm Gabriella,"

"I'm Troy, Troy Bolton,"

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He was the first person I met at East High. Ironically, We ended up spending lunch in the Music room. We made out and at that time, I sworn it would be the first and last time I would ever do that but it wasn't. For the past two years from Sophomore to the Senior I was. We've done it. He was one of the few people who knew me without my glasses. I couldn't believe it really. He was the school's major player who had women fawning over him and yet he stuck with me. I couldn't help it but I was in love with him. There was something that attracted him. His looks, his charm, his arrogant, witty and cocky persona. I loved everything about him. I was not immune a Bad Boy. Correction, make that The Bad Boy. I was in love with The Troy Bolton.

I walked up the stairs that led to out 'special spot.' It was more or less the school's roof top yet no one knew the stair case that led there. It had flowers and ferns and a bench painted white. It was luck no one saw us. There was even a blanket to warm us from the chill cold.

"Hey," A husky voice called from behind me as large arms were wrapped around her. I was shocked for a while but then I smiled. I felt safe in his arms. He was sniffing my hair.I blushed and turned around and looked in his deep blue eyes. He was smirking. He wore his Old Navy jeans and button-up plaid shirt.

"Hi," I said, wrapping my around his neck. His arm slowly went to my waist whilst the other rested on my back. I could feel his breath on me and then I spoke, "Congratulations on the Championship," He smiled.

"Thank you, I say it calls for a celebration,"

"Maybe," I teased.

"Fuck it," He pulled me in with force. His lips met mine in a fiery, hot yet passionate kiss. I closed my eyes so I could only focus on the kiss. I moaned as he pulled me closer. His tongue came out from his mouth and licked my bottom lip. I could feel a smirk on his face spreading. I opened my mouth and almost in an instance, his tongue went in. His tongue was battling with mine ad his won. He explored my mouth, touching every skin. My hands moved from his neck to his hair. I tangled them into his soft hair. He removed his lips from mine. I groaned, wanting his lips to be met with mine.

He smirked and one of his hands pulled my head above, exposing my neck. Like a Vampire, he kissed my neck and started to suck it. I knew I was going t leave with a hickey. I moaned. Something about Troy, there was something about him that always made me want more. No matter how many times I wanted to stop this, I just couldn't. I wanted him. I needed him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smirked even wider.

"Feisty, aren't we?" He teased me. His arms went to my back and he picked me up. He carried me to te bench and laid me there. I looked at him with my plain brown eyes as he looked in mine with his colbalt eyes. My chest was heaving. In a blink of an eye, his lips were on mine. His hands were exploring my curves whilst my hands were tangled in his hair. I wrapped my legs on his waist again as our tongues battled again. He won again. This time, we licked and kissed my lips and left a trail of kisses from my lips to my pulse and started to suck it.

"Troy," I moaned his name. I could feel him smirking. He started to unzip my jacket and threw it on the floor. He then started to unbutton my blouse and with every button he opened, he placed a kiss on the new uncovered skin. He finally finished and threw it on the floor, leaving me with my jeans and bra...

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"Wow," I expressed as I looked at the sky. He nuzzled his face on my naked shoulder. The blanket was covering our naked bodies but his arms were wrapped around mine body. I looked at him. His hair was messy yet still as perfect as ever, his cobalt, blue eyes still and that twinkle. Then something hit me, This was our last year at East High. Would we be doing this until the end of the year or are we going to be something more? I loved him. It was strange to say Love to a person you just make love to. You don't share feelings and you never go out and yet he knew everything about me.

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"You don't even know me," I told him. It was our first time we actually talked. We were on my bed in my house. Only God knew how he knew my address. He visited me occasionally when my mother was out on business trips. He used my large tree that grew on my backyard and climbed it to my balcony. He always knocked on my balcony window and gave me his crooked smile and I always wondered, Did he do this to the other girls?

"I do know you," He talked back, "I know you more than you know yourself,"

"Prove it,"

"Your name is Gabriella Anna Marie Montez," Troy started.

"That's obvious," I laughed a bit.

"I wasn't finish," He argued. I became quiet, trying to listen to him, "You were born the 14th of December in Brooklyn, New York. When you were two, you moved to Ohio then Germany, Pennsylvania, Toronto, Alaska then San Francisco then finally, Alberquerque, New Mexico. You jog every Saturday and Sunday...When you're not with me, of course," I snickered.

"How do you know I was in Pennslyvania?"

"Don't change the subject," He tried to continue, "I was the first person you met, I was your first kiss and you lost your virginity to me. You are in Advance Placement English, Math, History and Spanish. You like dance around your room to Tokio Hotel and Paramore even though girls usually dance to Lady Gaga or Britney Spears. You have never watched Star Wars or Gone with the Wind. You're a dog person becauseyou have a phobia of cats," He snickered when he mentioned cats. I playfully slapped his arm but he didn't seem hurt.

"I'm allergic to cats, you know that," I tried to convince him, "And it's genetic,"

"No, I know you're just saying that because you run away screaming when a cat is two feet from you. And when you were stuck outside your grandmother's house whom has ten cats that was outside too, You walked 5 miles to a drug store just to call your mom to send you home because you didn't want to go in!" He started laughed. I was blushing furiously.

"Shut up,"

"It's true and I'm still not finished. Your favourite colour's blue," He winked because he knew why it was, "But it use to be red. Every school you went to, you joined the School's Decatholon Team and it's not very ironic they always win. You like to wears jeans and blouses and I bet you never wore a skirt in your life,"

"I have," I argued. He raised his eyebrows.

"When?"

"When I was eight,"

"Exactly, Nine years ago,"

"Fine, you win but how did you know that?" Then I put my hand over my mouth and put on a fake shock expression, "Are you stalking me?!"

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In truth, Troy knew all those things about me by my mom and the power of the Internet. He knew more about me than he told me. Yet, The questions about us were still stuck in my thoughts. Are just going to continue what were doing after school ends? Could we be something more than what we were? Am I just going to be the other girl? I loved him But did he love me back? Would he stop this if he knew I loved him?

"Are you okay, Brie?" Troy's voice interrupted my thoughts. Brie. He was the only one who called me Brie. Most of my friends call me Gab, Gabi or Ella but he called me Brie. I looked at him and smiled.

"I was just thinking,"

"About what?" He asked, playing coy whilst he caressed my arm. I sighed.

"About the end of Senior Year...About us," His face changed when I said that. His eyebrows went up a bit and his smirk was gone and he looked like he was worried "What's wrong?"

"What time is it?" He asked me. I picked up my bag and opened it and took my phone. I looked at the time.

"Six Twelve," I told him. He let go of me and instantly got up. He started to put on his clothes. I just watched. Something in me broke, I felt...hurt, "Where are you going?" I sounded like a lost puppy.

"I have a date with Polly-Molly-Carly-Kelly at seven," He said, forgetting the girl's name, putting on his shirt and started to button it.

"Oh," I looked down. He didn't notice. I looked at him. A few buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and he still had the worried look on his face.

"I'll see you later," He said and he placed a kiss on my forehead. He looked at me and I looked back. His blue meets my brown eyes for only a fraction of a second and he turned away. He went down silently with heavy sounds of his feet.

"Bye," I said but he couldn't listen. He had already left. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it off but more followed. There was a hole in my heart and it was killing me. It wasn't the first time he left but it was the first time he left like that. Worried and in a hurry. I thought it was all a lie. He couldn't even remember the girl's name. Polly, Molly, Carly, Kelly. Her name could've been Dolly! Like I said, It wasn't the first time he left but I was just starting to get sick of it. Who was I to him? Was I Gabriella? Was I his girlfriend? Or Was I just a stupid toy who fell in love with him?

All I knew was that I was sick of him fooling around like I was just some kind of toy...

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It was nine. It was exactly nine o'clock. I couldn't sleep. I was laying on my bed, my back facing the balcony so when Troy came, he wouldn't see my face. Troy visited me almost everynight and I would be excited but tonight was different. I didn't feel like talking to him, looking at him or even listening to him. He would knock on my balcony's glass door and I'd let him in. I once asked him why he couldn't use the front door. He said and I quote, 'This feels more Romantic,'And it was romantic. He usually brought chocolate covered strawberries and magarita pizza. It wasn't a romantic combo but nevertheless I thought it was sweet.

Sometimes I wondered, Why me? Why did he go afer me instead of one of the thousands of girls who openly cling themselves on him? I asked him that too. It was only one time. He just gave a playful smirk and answered;

"Because you're different," It was cheesy but I liked it. It showed me another side of Troy.

Knock, Knock, Knock

The Knocks came from my balcony door. And it was Troy. I breathed heavily, trying to give him the impersonation that I was asleep. He knew better though. He knew I took acting classes when I was little.

"Gabriella, Gabriella," He called me but I ignored him. I still tried, "I know you're awake," My eyes widened but he couldn't see. I still tried to make it seem like I was asleep.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring the chocolate strawberries or pizza," He apologized. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Really? The only thing he could tink of apologizing for was food? But a small smile crept on my face. He did put on a little sense of humor.

"I know you're awake,Brie," He said. I didn't do anything but I could imagine him with a smirk on his face, "Come on, Brie, You know you can't resist me," Cocky. He was beng cocky. At times I thought it was cute but tonight, I thought it was just plain annoying. I moved my head against the pillow and sighed. A few more noises from Troy and I'd be snoring.

"Brie, Brie," He chanted my name. I still kept quiet. And then he sighed, "I guess you are asleep. Bye," I could hear the sounds of footsteps slowly fading until there was no sound. I still pretended to go to sleep because I knew he wouldn't say good bye that easily. After moments of silence, I shifted my body and opened one eye to see if he was there. He wasn't but I knew him. I closed it a bit but I was still able to see. And as if right on cue,

"Boo!" Troy screamed, his hands opened looked like claws and his hand was on a crouching stand. He looked a bit silly but I held the laugh. He couldn't see me looking at him. I had one eye half opened and the other closed. When he saw me sleeping, he lowered his hands and sighed again, "Goodnight, Brie," And then he walked away. I heard his car engine starting so I stood up. I walked over to my balcony but I didn't open the door. I just watched. There Troy was, starting the engine of his Audi and drove off. I watched. I watched as he drove away from my street until he was out of my sight. These were the times where I wish I could read his mind. He was so mysterious yet so open. I didn't know I just couldn't understand him. How did he know me so easily? Does he even love me.

I laid my head on the pillow, sighing to myself. What should I do? I loved Troy, I really did. I loved his charm, his hair when he flips it, his cheesy smirk when he's happy, his arrogant, witty and cocky personality. He was just him but I was sick of him going to other girls. I hated it. I had a lot of thought to it and I finally knew what I was going to do. I closed my eyes, trying to go to sleep but the thought kept coming into my head.

Tomorrow, I would leave Troy Bolton...I just didn't know how to...

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The next day, I simply ignored him. I did not speak to him, I did not even look at him. I woke up early and went to school early. I came to school at 7:30 when he usually came at eight. I went to my locker faster and stayed in the library until I had my first class, homeroom. It was the only class I had with...Troy. Ugh, I couldn't even bear his name. Whilst I was in the library, I was finishing the last bits of my article. I heard cheers. I knew what that meant. I peeked outside the window and I saw Troy. He was smiling his crooked smile and wore his Aviator sunglasses. People were cheering at him because he was the reason why East High had won the championship.

He wore his leather jacket and his buttoned shirt and a few buttons undone. What was worse, His arms were wrapped around to girls who looked like they could've been prostitutes and I believed they were. Troy acted like the younger version of Hugh Hefner. Like he was the King of East High but he was. He could act like whenever he wanted to. He could make-out with any girl he wanted to, even in front of the principal and he wouldn't care. I swear, he had once sabotaged a teacher's car and he never got suspended! but the teacher transferred to West High. He walked inside the halls of East High and there was more screaming. I rolled my eyes and continued to type into the computer.

As I finished the article, I saved it in my pendrive and I was heading for the door. Unfortunately, I heard cheers ringing through my ears. I knew exactly what that meant. I stood beside the door and saw the large part of the school, throwing their hands up and wearing Red, White and Gold clothing, trying to show 'school spirit,' Right in the centre was Troy, smiling but something about him caught my eye. Sure, he was smiling but it wasn't 'the'smile. It wasn't the cocky, arrogant yet somehow gay -as in happy- smile. The smile he was showing wasn't his smile. It was as if, he wasn't happy. I ignored it though. I thought it was just my imagination or he was actually happy. When he and the crowd was out of my sight, I went out of the library and scurried to my locker. I heard the warning bell so I took my books and left to go to Homeroom.

I walked in and I sat at my usual seat which was at the very back. I and a few other students were there. Troy came soon with his posse. It would be harsh to call his friends a posse but it was true, he was the leader anyways. He sat at the very front without lookin at me and I was almost surprised to see no girl in his arms. He was talking to his best friend, Chad. He glanced at me from time to time but I just looked down on my desk if he ever did.

"Good morning, fello thespians!" Mrs. Darbus, our homeroom teacher greeted in a sing-song voice. She had blonde-grey hair that was tied in a bun and wore horn-rimmed glasses. She was also obsessed with Musicals and Theater work and had a love for Shakespeare, "Mr. Danforth!"

"Yes, Ms. D?" Chad said. She sighed in annoyance. Though I thought she was strange and eccentric, I respected her because she was the only person in East High who wasn't afraid of Troy or his basketball team.

"May you please put away your ball?" She asked. The class started to snicker as she said that. A funny wordplay with the word 'ball'. Chad made a look as if he was thinking then shook his head.

"No thanks, I don't feel like it,"

"That wasn't a question," She spoke with her voice raising a bit. Chad nodded in fear and put it in his bag. Ironically, he brought his basketball everywhere he wet and even brought a bag to keep it in. Time went by slowly as I listened to her talking about Hamlet to Romeo and Juliet. I loved Shakespeare, don't get me wrong, but she just made it seem all too boring. I glanced at Troy from time to time and he did too. Sometimes, our eyes would make contact and then I felt so alive again. But I always looked away after a second. I was never the
happy-go-lucky type of person. I was never the sad one either. I was just plain. Class ended soon and I was the last to leave. Troy had been the first.

Classes flew by fast. Math, English, Spanish. They felt like a minute. Lunch came soon though. I took a tray of chocolate milk, an apple and cheese cake. I sat with my friends, Taylor, Sharpay, Kelsi and Martha who were all talking about some famous couple whilst eating. I didn't bother joining in, I didn't even eat. I was just staring at my tray. I was never hungry when I was in stress or in thought. Today, I was both. I was in stress because I didn't know what to say to Troy and I was thinking of what to say to him. Troy and his posse walked past us, going to their usual table.

"Are you okay, Gabi?" Taylor asked out of the blue. I looked up from my tray of uneaten food. Sharpay and the others were still talking about Jessica whatever-her-name-was and her new movie. I didn't really bother knowing.

"I'm fine," I lied. She didn't look convince though. She glanced at my tray and looked back at me. She gave me a semi-glare.

"You haven't even taken one bite," She knew of my eating habit. I just shrugged.

"I guess, I'm not hungry," I tried to persuade her but I knew Taylor. She was stubborn, observant and always straight-forward...and she knew me too well.

"The only time you don't eat is when some-thing's wrong," Like I said, she knew me too well. I sighed in defeat. That was when Sharpay and the others joined in. Gossipers, I couldn't trust them. Even though they were my best friends, I couldn't trust them.

"What's wrong Gab?" Sharpay asked. I sighed again.

"You swear, you won't tell anyone," I told them. They all nodded.

"I swear on my future doctorate diploma," Taylor said.

"I swear on my scholarship to Julliard," Kelsi told.

"I swear on my favourite dance camp," Martha said. Sharpay kept quiet, looking away. Martha, who was the nearest to her, pushed her shoulder.

"Hey," Sharpay complained. Everyone gave her a looked and she groaned, "Fine. I swear on my Dolce & Gabbana Limited Edition Summer Season Sunglasses," She whimpered a bit. I smiled a bit. Sharpay loved those sunglasses. I looked at them, one by one. Should I really tell them. If they found out, would Sharpay accidentally blurt it out? Would Taylor complain and start a lecture? I didn't know but it was worth a shot.

"I-," Much to their dismay, I got interuppted by the bell. They groaned whilst I smiled in my mind.

"You'll tell us tomorrow night over pizza and coke, right?" Sharpay said. I nodded and walked away from them going to my Home Economics class. In my head, I was still thinking about Troy. No matter what I did, he was always there.

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I finally knew what I was going to say to Troy. After a dull lecture in Chemistry, I finally knew what I was going to say. I was going to be firm and strong. I was going to have a clean face-to-face talk with him. We were going to be mature young adults. I was going to say, 'Troy, I don't want to do have sex with you anymore,' I snorted at my thought. That was a lie. I would be acting like a teacher giving a lecture to her student. I wanted my confrontation to be strict and well planned. But Troy was Troy and Troy was spontaneous. It was one of the traits he had that made me love him. He was different from men I've met. He was different. It was the end of school and I stayed back because I was helping out with the newspapers. I was again one of the last to go home. I walked on the hallway. I was completely alone. I smiled though. I finally knew what to say and I was confident enough to say it to his face but there was problem. When would I say it?

Out of nowhere, I was pulled by the arm by a strong force. I tried screaming but a hand covered my mouth. I was in the janitor's closet and the door was closed shut. I tried to pulled away from my kidnapper's grasp but he only pulled gripped me harder. I was fidgeting like a wild animal. I couldn't see his face because he was behind me. Just as I was going to give up, the most unusual thing happened. I felt a pair or lips crash into mine. His hands were gripping the sides of my face. I closeed my eyes.

"I've missed you today," I knew that voice. The husky, seductive voice that belonged to a man called Troy. In that moment, I was just thinking of that kissing...even though we were in the janitor's closet.

"Troy," I moaned as our lips parted for half a second before we kissed again. His hands were moving to my waist and my hands were on his face. He forcefully thrusted his tongue into my mouth and that was when my common sense came back. I opened my eyes and tried to push him away.

"Troy, stop," I ordered him to but he didn't listen but I tried again, "Troy, stop, please stop," He still didn't listen. I pushed him away with all my force and it worked. As I got out from his grip, I slapped him. He winced. I glared at him and opened the door. I stormed out but he grabbed my arm. I turned around to look at him.

"Brie, what's wrong with you?"He asked. I glared at him and opened my mouth. I pulled my hand back and slapped him again but even harder this time.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" I screamed. He looked at me dumb-founded. I scoffed and glanced at the side and then looked back at him.

"I'm done with all of this. I'm sick of all of this," I started and sighed. Tears started to form in my eyes but I held them back. It was just too hard for me to say but I had to, "I don't want to do 'this' anymore. I don't to sneak around and hide anymore. I don't want to just have sex!"

"Then what do you want?" He asked. I stared at him and stood on both of my feet.

"I want you to leave me alone," I said firmly and I turned around, walking away from him. I felt confident of what I had said but I should've known better. I was dealing with Troy. My arm was yanked and I was turned around. I came face to face with Troy. He looked scared, worried. He was almost emotionless.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked. I scoffed and shook my head. He let go of my arm. I really thought he knew. I really thought he knew I loved him. How could I have been so blind? Was I just a fool or was Troy just a douche? Then I remembered what I was going to say to him. My eyes started to create tears and I looked away from him until I had controlled them.

A/N: I wonder how you are going to judge my writing skills on this. I know it's terrible. It's my first one-shot and kiss....ok, it wasn't like a kiss, I know. They pretty much had sex and I didn't want to write it. This would be a Two-shot. I still don't know.

What do you think? You can give me any pointers on anything. Like I said this is my first one-shot. Also, I'm sorry if you don't like the way I write, I just like writing like that.

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X Melisa