Dynamite Kid and the Green Butterfly
An-This is my new story! CBMTT was deleted, and not by me either! I'm very upset, considering the fact that I stopped myself from deleting it before. However, I think that losing that story has gotten me out of my 'depression'. This story will hopefully be a new thing coming from me. I wanted to get it out before my birthday so that I'd actually have time to write other chapters. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...although HSM3 makes me wish I did.
"Sweetie, come back!"
"Let us explain!"
I darted from the house, not caring that I'd left the front door open. I ran as fast as I could. I didn't want to go back...I couldn't. Not after hearing my parents. Their voices replayed over repeated ly in my head. As I thought back to the news I'd just received, tears began to flood my eyes. My vision was slowly getting more and more blurry. I wiped my eyes furiously. It felt as if I'd been running for miles. I rounded the corner and saw the house I was looking for come into view. My legs didn't stop me as I ran toward the side of the house. I climbed through the basement window and stood perfectly still.
"Gabriella?" Troy asked as he got up from his desk. I didn't speak. I couldn't. It felt like my throat was on fire. I sobbed louder. No questions asked, Troy took me into his arms and held me close. "Sh, Brie, you've gotta calm down."
"I-" That was the only noise I could make, I didn't have a voice anymore. It was like my throat was clogged.
"Shh, whatever it is doesn't matter right now." My legs gave out, and I wobbled. Troy caught me before anything happened. He sat down on the ground with his arms still around me. I could feel it as he pressed kisses into my hair. Deep breaths Gabriella. You've got to tell him something. It's not logical for me to burst into my ex-boyfriend's house and start crying!
"I-I'm..." I began to say. I want to tell him what's wrong. I feel like I have to, but thinking about it just makes me cry. It makes me angry and somber at the same time. Is that even possible?
"Brie don't worry about it. You can tell me later." His hand rubbed my back, as if he was trying to make me more comfortable. I slowly nodded and snuggled closer to him. We sat in that position for another hour or so before there was a knock on the door.
"Troy, dinner's read-" Mrs. Bolton, also known as Lucille, started to say. "Gabriella? My, it's been a while since you've been around here. Are you staying for dinner?" What should I do? Dinner with my ex and his parents? Not exactly in my game plan for tonight, but then again, neither was having the worst eighteenth birthday of my life.
"Um..." I trailed off. How do I answer? Do I say yes? Do I decline? I don't know!
"Me and Brie are gonna eat down here. I'll be up in a minute to get the food." Without saying another word, she left. That was awfully nice of Troy. I turned my head and stared up at him. He turned to look at me. I'd forgotten how blue his eyes actually were. They're like crystal blue. Does that make sense?
"Um...thanks." I muttered. If this isn't awkward, I don't know what it is.
"No problem. You can stay here until you're feeling better." Man, I'd forgotten how sweet he could really be. Let's just say our break-up wasn't the most pleasant and we didn't actually talk to each other...until now that is. Troy left the room, probably to get the food. I just laid myself down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. The cool thing about his ceiling was that is was painted. His mom was an artist in college, so when she met his dad they bought a house and moved in. She painted clouds on it. It's amazing to look at. Almost makes you forget where you are.
"Okay, so dinner tonight it pizza. I hope that's alright." I turned onto my side and nodded. Troy sat the food down and slid a plate in my direction. "Here, I got you some water for your throat."
"Thanks." I mumbled as I took a few sips. We ate in silence. Why isn't he asking why I'm here? Why hasn't he asked why I would run to him and not any of my other friends? This is stupid. He should be more concerned. "Aren't you going to ask what I'm doing here?" I bitterly questioned.
"That's your business." He replied with a shrug. "I just figured it's pretty serious if you came here." Well DUH it's serious! I mean, I shimmied through your window and collapsed from crying. I don't blame him for being so dense. It's the basketball...it's practically his life! You see, Troy's the captain of the East High Wildcats. Basically, the captain of our high school basketball team. He's the most popular guy in school, along with Chad Danforth...his bff.
"Well yeah, but knowing the new you...you'd probably laugh in my face." I snorted. I felt his eyes borring into my head.
"What do you mean, 'knowing the new me'? I'm the same person Gabriella." How could he sit there and play stupid?
"Oh, so you were always an ass?"
"I'm an ass!?" Yes, why do you sound so surprised? "You come into my bedroom, uninvited and a complete mess, and I'm an ass?! I drop what I'm doing to comfort you and I'm an ass?!" Well, not when you say those things...
"That's not what I'm referring to. It's the way you are everyday in school. The smug looks you give me, and that sassy ass attitude of yours!"
"Sassy? Did you just call me sassy?" Even though he was completely serious...the look on his face was priceless. I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! I'm being serious here." I only laughed harder.
"Well what would you rather me use?"
"Something more manly." He muttered.
"You're not a man. You're still a boy. At least you act like one..." Did I just say that out loud?
"Right..." Ugh! That was completely uncalled for.
"Troy..." Why does everything have to turn into a fight with us?!
"Don't." That one word was as cold as ice. I could see that he was losing his temper with me. "I don't know why I bothered with you."
"Bothered? You bothered with me?" That stupid son of a-
"Why are you even here? We broke up, remember? You and I don't communicate? We ignored each other for three months." Ugh! This is exactly why! You don't care about anything but yourself!
"I needed to be somewhere unpredictable. I wanted to be out of range. No one would expect me to be here, of all places, on my birthday." Troy's eyes softened. His face relaxed. "I'm just gonna go." I made my way to the window. Troy grabbed my arm to stop me. What did he want now?
"W-what happened, Brie?" There goes that nickname. "It must've been something bad. I mean, you were devastated...and on your birthday..." Oh gosh, the tears are coming. "Please, tell me. I know we aren't the closest of friends, but I'm here for you." I sighed heavily. Should I tell him? I mean, it's only right.
"When I went home today..." Deep breaths, Gabs. "I-I found out...found out that..." A lonely tear slid down my face. The waterworks are back. "I'm...a-" Why can't I just spit it out?! That's what my parents did. It was like they expected me to be happy. I swallowed hard. "...adopted." There it was. That one word. One word with seven letter, three vowels, and three syllables that changed everything I knew.
"Oh...Brie." Troy did one of those hug things. He pulled me in close, and that's when everything exploded. My tears went streaming down my face. I was shaking...shaking! Not because I was cold, but because I was angry and sad and...I don't even know!
"It's all been a lie, Troy." I choked out. "My entire family background. My relatives...I feel like everyone knew!"
"Keep going." He whispered. I'd calmed down a bit, but I wouldn't let him go.
"I got home, and my parents gave me a card. I thought 'Oh hey more money', but I was wrong. I opened it up, and this letter falls out. It was addressed to Gabriella...just to 'my darling daughter'. I thought nothing of it." I felt him nod and kiss my head. "Then..."
"Gabriella, before you open it...there's something you should know." Gena Montez told her daughter. She looked to her husband for help with the explanation.
"That letter...it...it isn't from us." Greg Montez stated. "I'm not sure how to say this but-" He stopped short, and looked at his wife.
"You're adopted!" The woman announced with a smile. Gabriella stood, staring straight ahead, with a blank expression.
"I-uh-what?" The teenager asked. The smiles fell from their faces.
"You're adopted..." Her father repeated. The petite girl blinked twice and ran.
"I had nowhere else to go. If I'd gone to Taylor's, they'd just come and get me." I explained. I must look like shit. My make-up is non-existent...my hair is a poofy mess...
"I understand. You can stay here as long as you like Gabriella." It doesn't even feel right to be called that. I pulled back from Troy. He seemed surprised, but was gentle when he released me.
"Can you not call me that? No Gabriella, or Brie, or anything that I'm usually called?" I asked.
"Um...sure. Do you mind me asking why?" I can't mind anything. He's sat here tolerating me for the past three hours.
"I just don't feel like that's me...you know? Gabriella Montez isn't adopted. She isn't me...I want to be anybody but her." Those crystal blue eyes of his stared at me. I averted my gaze. He must think I'm stupid.
"Alright, don't be Gabriella." What?
"Huh?" He laughed out loud and smiled. I'd almost forgotten what he sounded like laughing.
"I mean, don't be Gabriella. Until you figure this out...be someone else." It sounded so simple when he said it.
"Makes sense, but..." I shrugged. "who will I be?" He put a hand up to his chin and attempted to look pensive. I giggled slightly and waited for an answer.
"Oh!" He exclaimed. I grinned and looked up at him. "You remember when we first met, and we were talking about our favorite things?"
"Yeah, you told me about your favorite comics, and I told you that I was passionate about the environment." I recalled. What does this have to do with anything? "I don't see a connection..."
"How could you forget?" Oops! Maybe I need to think harder. "We gave each other nicknames." Aha! I know what he's talking about! Yet, I still don't get the point. Troy sighed. "Man, you are so dense!"
"Hey! I am not!" I playfully yelled. "It's not my fault I can't remember some things..."
"Anyway," Ahem, did he just roll his eyes at me? "We can use those until you're feeling better." Is he serious?!
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah! I'll be Dynamite Kid, and you'll be the Green Butterfly." Oh my gosh. If you saw him...you'd laugh. He looks so proud. Like...like he just discovered a new species of animals or something.
"Hey, I'm throwing out my best suggestion. Besides, it's something only you and I know about. Kinda like this adopted thing." That was extremely true. It's not something I plan on broadcasting. Not even to my closest friends. "What do you say?"
"Oh...what the hey?" I laughed. "Thanks for being here DK" I pulled him back into our hugging position. We've been doing this a lot today.
An- So, there's the first chapter! I'm actually excited to do this story, because it's going to be much, much different from my others. Please Review, with all your comments, thoughts, suggestions, and things you would to see happen. I'll try to do a better job at replying to them.