Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Gabriella stared at the clock as time passed. She lay in bed as the morning sun peeked through her blinds and sprayed out across her off white carpet. After Troy's big declaration, Gabriella found it hard to fall back asleep. She had fallen asleep off and on all night, and she felt wide awake. She rolled over to her side to look at her alarm clock. The bright red neon numbers revealed it to be five twenty three in the morning. Deciding that there was no chance of her falling back asleep, she pulled back the covers and got out of bed. She opened the blinds allowing the faint light into her room. She threw on a pair of black leggings and white tank top. She pulled on her dark purple lulu lemon sweater and fastened her hair into a high pony tail.
Quietly she crept out into her living room to find Troy still sleeping on her couch. She grabbed her purse and went soundly out the door. She decided on stopping in the nearest Starbucks to grab a quick caffeine fix. Yawning, Gabriella sat in her car in the parking lot slowly sipping her hot coffee. Once she finished she pulled out of the lot and went on her way.
The rink was dark and quiet as she made her way in. The rink was closed, but being a gold medalist and an Olympic hopeful had its perks. Placing her bag in the player's box, she pulled out her skates and proceeded to put them on. Grabbing her iPod from the front pocket of her bag, she headed out onto the ice. Pressing play, the soft sounds of her music filled her ears. Slowly making her way around the rink, her mind went a mile a minute, trying to process what Troy had said only a few hours ago. For the longest time her relationship with Troy was hard to explain. When they hit the ice together, they portrayed characters, characters that were so in love and couldn't get enough of each other. Off ice, they were close but not necessarily romantic, although they were much closer than a best friend, brother-sister type of relationship. She couldn't imagine doing half the stuff she did with Troy on ice, with a brother if she had one. Every interview they had, the first question out of the interviewer's mouth, was if they were dating. They'd flirt but deny that they had any romantic feelings for each other. But now that had changed, Troy had boldly admitted his feelings towards Gabriella, and Gabriella didn't know how she felt about him. He had always been her best friend, and of course she thought superficial things about him, like how attractive he had become, but she wasn't sure if she liked him that way.
Snapping out of her reverie, she turned around to face an embarrassed girl standing in the player's box.
"Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was here, I'll just leave," the girl said.
"No it's fine, stay, I really should get outta here, I have a lot to do today," Gabriella explained.
"Hey, you're Gabriella Montez, right?" the girl asked. Gabriella just nodded at her question. "I recognize you from the magazine, you and Troy make a cute couple." The girl admitted.
Gabriella's face flushed into a shade of pink, "um, thanks, I guess. So you know who I am, who are you?" Gabriella asked.
"Oh, sorry, my name's Molly," the girl introduced.
"Oh...Oh! You're the one half of the couple that's training with Elena right?" Gabriella asked, suddenly realizing who she was.
"Yeah, from the sounds of it, she's the best," Molly said.
"Yeah, she is. Listen you don't have to leave, I mean there's plenty of room for both of us to skate." Gabriella reasoned.
"Sounds good." Molly replied.
The two stood in silence and awkwardly didn't know what to say to each other.
"Hey, you know it's too quiet in here, how about some music. Molly made her way to the scorekeeper's box. Messing around with the sound system in there, she hooked up her iPod to the stereo.
Suddenly the once quiet room, was filled with the sounds of Big Time Rush. Gabriella laughed at the music choice.
"You like Big Time Rush too? Troy makes fun of me for liking it, but hey it's four cute guys singing some pretty catchy songs." Gabriella giggled.
"Right?" Molly agreed.
The two whizzed around the rink, not necessarily practicing, just messing around. The two had found out each other's likes and dislikes. Gabriella found it nice to have a female to talk to her that wasn't ordering her around.
Molly and Gabriella skated side by side, when Molly asked an interesting question.
"Well pardon me if this question is too forward, but what's the deal with you and Troy? I mean are you guys together or something?" she asked.
Gabriella sighed not really sure what the answer to that question. "Too be honest I have no idea," Gabriella said stopping by the boards and hopping up onto them.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked.
"Forget it, I don't want to unload all my problems onto you," Gabriella sighed.
Molly stopped skating and hopped up onto the boards next to Gabriella. "Hey, it's okay, I mean I asked. It's okay if you tell me," Molly said softly.
Gabriella looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath. "Okay, so I really don't know what exactly we are, we aren't together but we're closer than friends and for the longest time I've been okay with that. But last night, Troy shows up at my door, proclaiming his love for me and I just feel like the rug's been pulled out from under me." Gabriella shook her head.
"Wow…" Molly breathed.
"Yeah, pretty much my reaction." Gabriella revealed.
"So what did you say to him?" Molly asked.
"Um, I didn't say anything, I just left him there to sleep on the couch, which is probably where he still is, considering how much he drank last night." Gabriella explained.
"I wish I could help you out with your problem, but I honestly have no idea even what I would do in that situation," Molly explained.
"Haha, it's alright," Gabriella smiled. She glanced at the scoreboard above and noticed that it was around ten o'clock. "Well I really should get going, see how Troy is doing,"
"See you," Molly waved goodbye.
Gabriella slowly pulled her car into her parking stall and got out. She dragged her feet to the elevator and waited for it to reach her floor. It seemed as if the ride only lasted a few seconds and before she knew it she was standing in front of her apartment door.
Opening the door, she threw her keys on the table beside the door and made her way to the living room. The once occupied couch now sat empty with blankets strewn across. The bathroom door opened answering her question to why the couch was empty. Troy shuffled his feet towards the couch and collapsed on it in a heap.
"Wow, you look rough," Gabriella observed.
Troy shoved his face into a throw pillow, "I feel like ass," he mumbled.
"Way to go," Gabriella chuckled. Her grin fell off as she remembered Troy's late night confession. "So do you remember anything that happened last night?" She asked.
"Um I remember Chad taking me out to some bar, a lot of shots, and then the rest is a little fuzzy," he muttered. Gabriella slightly chuckled at the thought of Chad, a hockey player who Troy met at the rink, talking Troy, the most responsible guy on the planet, into doing shots.
"Why, what did I say last night?" Troy frantically asked. "Please tell me I wasn't too embarrassing."
"Um… nothing really, just a bunch of nonsense," Gabriella lied.
Troy stared at her for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to believe her, but eventually nodding at her, "Alright, well I should go back to my place, sorry for crashing so late." He apologized.
Gabriella shook her head, "Forget about it, I'm glad you came here. It's nice to know that I'm like your safe place, I guess." She admitted.
"Of course, you're my best friend. Well I should get going, see you later," Troy hugged Gabriella, grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.
Gabriella walked over to her couch and folded the throw blanket that lay over the couch. She lay back on the couch rubbing her temples as she felt a headache come over her.