Another Cinderella Story

Another Cinderella Story

Author's note: hey there everyone! Remember me? I wrote the story called 'A Cinderella Story'? Well if you enjoyed that, here is the sequel to it! I was going to originally going to just leave it the way it was with no sequel, but I would like to credit cj10824 and Pure Vowels for helping me come up with an idea for this story. I owe it all to you both!! So, if you all want this sequel to continue, I expect six or more reviews…enjoy and give me some ideas for the next chapters!!

Summary:Sequel to 'A Cinderella Story'. Just when Gabriella thought she had her happily ever after, everything begins to fall apart. She begins to lose herself as well as Troy. Can Gabriella live happily ever after without falling apart?

Do you all remember me? Well, if you have forgotten, I am Gabriella Montez, an example of a modern day Cinderella. Well…I can't really say that I am a modern Cinderella. That would be copyrighting Disney. I have slowly evolved into my own person. I don't really refer to myself as Cinderella as often as I used to. Now I just call myself…Gabriella. Because that's just who I am. I'm just Gabriella. I do still make comparisons to Cinderella, but my life isn't like hers anymore. I finally found happiness in my life. I learned that life is what you make of it. I'm still learning that as a matter of fact. I've learned that once you learn from all your experiences in an obstacle in your life, there will always be more to come.

Still trying to remember my story right? Well, hopefully you will all remember that I lived with my stepmother and stepbrother and stepsister. I was very close with my stepbrother, Ryan and I still am. That is something that will never change; we are always there for each other. My stepmother, Derby and I have gotten to know each other and understand each other and we are now more like a real mother and daughter. Sharpay and I have put our differences aside and are the best of friends. If you think I still live with them all, you are sadly mistaken. I am now living in an apartment with my boyfriend of four years, Troy Bolton.

Troy and I 'met' on a chat room and did not know who the other one was. Until a few twists and turns led us to each other. Even though what Sharpay did to reveal me as his 'internet love' was embarrassing and cruel, it was really a blessing in disguise. If she hadn't done what she did before, it wouldn't have led me to Troy. We went to Princeton together and we are still in love with each other. And believe it or not, Troy and I still talk to each other on our old chat room. We both agreed that the chat room was where we found each other and it was where we would always find each other.

A quote by Oscar Wilde has a special meaning to me because I believe that it is very true. "Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes." I believe in this quote because I had to experience many mistakes before I could find out who I was as a person and learn more about other people on my life. I had to learn it the hard way, but I strongly believe that that was the best journey of my life. I may have wished I didn't endure what I did, but it made me who I am today. I could be cruel and be brief about my journey, but I want to tell you my story; I want you all to learn that even Cinderella probably had her moments of despair.

This is my story…again…I swear nothing will be left out…

Late in the night…

I abruptly shook myself awake and found myself in the complete darkness of my bedroom. I had been having several sleeping problems for a few weeks and I always found myself waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I took a quick glimpse at the clock that was neatly placed on my night table and I saw that the time was two thirty in the morning. I silently groaned to myself. I was only asleep for three and a half hours. I gently rubbed my eyes and I turned on my left side and I managed a lethargic smile when I saw who was sleeping with poise next to me. It was Troy, sleeping like one of those perfect Greek gods that were sent from the heavens above.

I moved into Troy's apartment when we were both still in our third year of college. Troy had saved up all the money that he had earned while working at Lava Springs and bought an apartment, with the help of his father. Even though Troy told him not to, his father put some money into buying the apartment because he felt awful about telling Troy not to go to Princeton. It wasn't long until I was constantly at his apartment and found that I was always sleeping over at his house. It wasn't until the hundredth time I slept over there that Troy asked me to move in. But I guess I was already living with him; I already claimed one of his drawers and my shoes took up half of his closet. We lived together until we both graduated from Princeton. I loved the feeling of waking up in the morning with his powerfully built and tough arm around my waist. I felt so secure and protected.

A sudden chill traveled up my spine and I soon had goose bumps. I always got cold easily. And it really didn't help that the furnace busted a week before. I cocooned myself in my blanket, but I still couldn't keep warm. When all else failed, I slowly began to move into Troy's body. I rested my head on his bare chest and I brought the rest of my body into his lukewarm body. Moments after I rested my head on his chest, Troy shifted and he moaned as he began to awaken. Troy woke up so easily. He could wake up at the drop of a hat. As he awoke, he turned his head and his cerulean eyes just stared at me for a few moments. It wasn't long until a fragile and worn-out but handsome smile grew across Troy's face.

"Hey…couldn't sleep?" Troy asked above a whisper, fatigue still in his tone of voice. I yawned and I nodded my head. Troy knew I had sleeping problems. Due to him always waking up easily, he always heard me wake up and go into the living room to read until I grew tired.

"Yeah I just woke up and couldn't get to sleep. And it doesn't help that this room is so cold. We really need to fix the furnace." I despairingly complained. I heard Troy suppress out a laugh as he stretched his arm across my body. He grinned as he looked deep into my eyes.

"Babe, what time is it?" Troy asked, trying his hardest to ignore his overtiredness and just try and talk to me. I turned my head and I looked at the clock again, the time taunting me.

"Two thirty-five in the morning." I jadedly said. Troy muffled out another chuckle and his hand began to soothingly run up and down my arm, making the hair on my arm rise from his gentle touch.

"You have a horrible sleeping problem Gabriella. We should get you checked out if this keeps going on." Troy said; unable to shed light on whether he was joking or if he was being stern. I smiled and I shook my head.

"No I'm sure that I am fine Troy. I'm sure that I just have a bad habit of waking up randomly in the night. No sleep apnea treatments for me." I told him with a beam, still hardly able to believe that Troy was still mine after all those years. Troy stared into my eyes a little deeper and he raised his hand to cradle my cheek. Ghosting the pad of his thumb across my cheek, he smiled faintly.

"I'm only thinking of what would be best for you Gabriella. You know that I only worry about you and how everything will benefit or hurt you." Troy said just above a whisper as he thumb continued to massage my cheek.

I sighed quietly to myself. Troy always doted over me; sometimes to the point where it bothered me. I loved that he always was always taking care of me, but he sometimes was always too severe. He still had that entertaining and happy-go-lucky style to him, but he was being more serious and apprehensive than I remember. For example, I was out for a jog and I fell and I injured my ankle and when I walked into the apartment limping, Troy, without human intervention, began to ask me what happened and if I needed any help and he suggested that we go to the doctor's office. But, due to me getting ready to go to medical school in the fall, I told Troy that it was nothing major and that I didn't need to go to the infirmary. I didn't understand why he was being so protective all of a sudden.

"Troy, I understand that you're just worried about me, but I'm a big girl now. I'm going to be twenty-two next November. Just because I don't have my father around anymore, doesn't mean you have to be like him." I effectively told Troy, moving into the feeling of his hand against my cheek. For awhile, Troy didn't say anything. He just stared into my worn out eyes and slothfully caressed my cheeks. He sighed resignedly and he moved in closer to me and he kissed the top of my forehead gently. He pressed his forehead against my own and just gazed into my chocolate brown eyes.

"I know…I just…I'm at a point in my life now where I just want to think about the future and…I have plans for it; plans that I don't want to change. I just always saw my future and I liked what I saw. I really don't want to throw it all away because something disastrous happens. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Troy asked me, just staring deeply into my eyes. I gazed back into his eyes and I bit my lip.

I knew exactly what he meant by his future. He and I always talked about our future. We had a plan for our future. Once I started medical school and Troy started his basketball career, we would try and move a little closer and we would get steady jobs and make money. And to my own disclosure, Troy and I talked about marriage a lot. We weren't engaged, but we just constantly talked about getting married soon and how it would benefit us. I had started looking through ring catalogues and had showed Troy all the rings that I really liked and he sure hinted that he wanted to settle down. Asking me to move in with him, always asking me if I was okay and always talking about the future…it all hinted that he would ask me to marry him soon. I really did want to marry Troy; but I wanted to get married when I was ready. I didn't want Troy to feel like he had to get married to me because I wanted it. I just smiled halfheartedly and I moved into the gentle and pleasuring touch of his hand on my cheek. I really loved the feeling Troy gave me when he held my face in his hand.

"I know Troy…but you know that if something was wrong I would tell you right? You know I wouldn't try and be strong and hide it right?" I asked Troy, trying to clarify it all with him. Troy smiled with a sigh as his thumb stroked my cheek in circular motions.

"I know you would…I just wanted you to know that you always can tell me no matter what it is." Troy whispered as he moved in and pecked my lips lightly. When I felt his wonderful and gentle lips leave my own I let a smile spread across my face. I knew that there was a reason I loved this man. Even when I was dead tired and not looking too hot, Troy always knew how to sweep me off my feet.

"I love you Troy." I managed to say without utter exhaustion taking over me. Troy grinned and he caressed my cheek one last time before letting go of my face and wrapping his arm around my petite outward appearance and pulled me in closer to his warm and well-built body. I sometimes found it a struggle to not gawk at his muscles. That was the best thing about Troy playing so much basketball; he had an amazing body from playing it.

"I know…try and get some sleep babe. We'll talk more in the morning." Troy whispered to me. I tenderly kissed his cheek before I rested my head on his beautifully bare chest and I let exhaustion take me over. Before I was consumed by fatigue, I felt Troy's hand run through my hair and kiss my forehead one last time before he too was consumed by overtiredness.

10:00 AM…

I spat out the mint flavored toothpaste from my mouth and rinsed my mouth out with cold water. Troy and I had made plans to get together with Ryan, Kelsi, Sharpay, Taylor, Chad and Zeke and visit New Mexico for a few days. We still had a month and a half of summer left and we all wanted to make it count. Even though only Taylor and Chad went to Princeton with Troy and I, we still kept very close contact with the others. We always made plans to get together whenever we could and we always sent little 'I love and miss you' emails to each other. Troy and I both knew how important it was to keep in touch with our friends. We were committed to each other as friends and will always be tight like that.

They all have changed since our high school days. They haven't changed completely, but they are different in a positive way. Ryan and I are still as close as a real brother and sister. And he is also still with Kelsi. Actually, they had been engaged for about two months at the time. They kept joking that they were going to elope in Vegas so that they can skip all the wedding plans, but they settled in for an October wedding in a church. But the engagement wasn't the only great thing going for them. Ryan's acting career was so hot, he made steam look cold. He had starred in different movies and was acquaintances with a number of actors and actresses. But Ryan was still that coy and dorky stepbrother I always knew and loved. He never changed. And Kelsi's music career was beginning to skyrocket off. She wrote several songs for a variety of singers and was becoming well-known like Ryan. Kelsi, like Ryan, was still that bashful and calm girl I knew and adored with a passion. She and Ryan really keep each other grounded; it was destiny that they were together.

Chad and Taylor didn't change that much as well. Taylor was still that same beautiful and established young woman and Chad was still that hilarious and reckless young man. They weren't married or even engaged, but they always acted like an old married couple. They always argued over little things like a married couple, but then somehow the fight subsided into an embrace and a kiss. They never told us for sure, but they always somehow implied that they weren't going to get married and just do it all the Gene Simmons way. They wanted to not have a big huge wedding because they felt that they were committed to each other with and without the nuptials.

But I strongly believe that Sharpay changed the most. She was no longer that selfish and uncharitable girl I once dreaded in high school. She still had that diva self in her most of the time, but she is a lot kinder and compassionate now. She and I really became like biological sisters and she was always there for me when I really needed someone. And she got her own happy ending as well. After three years of having a crush on each other, Zeke and Sharpay got together in their third year of university. Zeke really is a sweetie towards Sharpay. He was always baking food for her and he always pampered her. And he dealt with her shoes and designer clothing obsession, which no guy has ever accomplished. Sharpay and Zeke are perfect for each other because they are both so different, but they complete each other.

"Gabriella, are you almost ready?" I heard Troy ask from outside the washroom. I grinned sheepishly and I opened the bathroom door and I was greeted by Troy standing right in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Darling, you will never fully understand why a girl needs to take a long time in the bathroom." I told Troy with a wink. Troy smirked as he took hold of both my hands and pulled himself in closer to me.

"I don't think I even want to know." Troy joked as he pecked my lips gently. I smiled against his lips and I put my hands on his broad shoulders and I gently pushed him off me.

"You know if you kiss me again, we are never going to get out of here." I stated with a smirk. Troy grinned as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, I kind of like the sounds of that." Troy huskily said as he moved in and kissed me again. I wanted to push him off and leave him wanting more, but I knew that if I did, I would end up wanting more. I gave him that satisfaction of kissing me but then I slowly parted my lips from his. I grinned at him.

"C'mon tiger, let's get going before we hit traffic." I quickly said as I entwined my hand with his and I dragged him out the door. I smiled as Troy and I walked to his car and began to drive.

Our apartment was only twenty-five or thirty minutes away from home so we could visit anytime we wanted to. We always met up with our gang and spent the day together. It felt really good; especially since it was summer time. I took a quick glance at Troy as he drove down the roads. He looked so cool and sharp wearing his aviator sunglasses while the wind blew his sun-kissed hair back, making him look like Brad Pitt's character in 'Oceans Eleven'. But Troy was much better looking than Brad Pitt. Troy was mine and Brad was Angelina's. Nothing would change that. Troy sensed that I was staring at him and he looked back at me.

"What are you staring at?" Troy asked. I just grinned and I took hold of his hand and I kissed it tenderly, like I would die if I didn't do so.

"Nothing…I just realized how lucky I was to have such an attractive boyfriend like you all of these years." I told Troy with a grin. Troy returned the grin and he moved in quickly and pecked my lips before looking back at the road.

"Well, I sure am lucky to have a girlfriend as hot as you are." Troy said in return. I chuckled and I turned to look out the window as the scenery outside continued to change. It never occurred to me until later on in my story, that life is like looking outside a window; everything changes quickly.

To be continued…

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