Title: Little Moments
Sub-title: She Just Looked So Darn Cute
Summary: Gabriella drives Troy's truck. Set during HSM3.
She Just Looked So Darn Cute
Troy & Gabriella
Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word.
And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into,
But she covered her mouth and her face got red,
And she just looked so darn cute,
That I couldn't even act like I was mad.
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
"Are you sure you want to let me do this?" Gabriella asked as she nibbled her bottom lip nervously. He watched as she wrung her hands around the steering wheel. Her knuckles were practically white. He placed one of his hands on top of hers and smiled.
"This truck is a piece of crap, Gabby. What damage can you possibly do?"
She glared at him, "I'm serious, Troy."
He nodded, "And so am I. Just start the truck, Gabs."
Troy bit back a chuckle as Gabriella started the truck. She gritted her teeth and parted her lips in a wince like fashion as if she just knew something terrible was going to happen. She had just gotten her license the week before in the hopes that her initiative would encourage her mother to buy her a car, but that plan had failed. Troy insisted that she get some use out of her license and had practically shoved her into the driver's side of his truck. He had done this purely for his own amusement. He knew Gabriella was not as comfortable with driving as she probably should be, and watching her squirm nervously behind the wheel was very adorable and amusing.
She took a deep breath and put the truck in reverse. She began to back out of the driveway. So far she was doing great. It was a slow gradual trip backwards. He noticed the truck was picking up speed though and began to get a little nervous. He glanced over at Gabriella and noticed a look of panic on her face. The truck's speed kept increasing.
"Gabs, the brake," He said in a worried and yet calm tone. She said nothing but he noticed the look of concentration on her face. "Gabby? The brake?"
"I'm trying! But it's not working!"
"How is it not working? It's the brake," He asked in confusion as he glanced behind them. Gabriella had turned the wheel slightly while she was concentrating.
"I don't know, okay? You said yourself that this thing is a piece of crap!"
"Straighten up a little bit. You're in the yard," He told her, but in her panic she turned the wheel the wrong direction. Now they were headed straight for the Bolton's mailbox. "Emergency Brake! The Emergency Brake!"
Gabriella desperately reached for it, but it was stuck.
"It won't budge!"
His truck jolted as it ran over the mailbox and was forced to a stop as it scraped against the curb.
"Shit!" Gabriella screamed as the commotion caused her to bounce in the seat. Troy's eyes widened and he had to bite back a laugh.
Gabriella gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. A blush crept over her cheeks rapidly. The truck had stopped halfway in the street and halfway in the yard, and right on top of the mailbox. She glanced over at Troy fearfully as they sat in his truck, but instead of him being angry he was shaking with silent laughter. Finally a rolling laugh escaped his lips, and kept on going.
"You…you…c-cursed!" He managed to choke out through his laughter.
"I didn't mean to!" She yelled in her defense. "Oh my gosh! Your parents are going to kill me! I MURDERED your mailbox!"
He continued to laugh and Gabriella glanced at him in frustration. "Aren't you angry?"
"You should have seen your face!" He exclaimed with a grin as the laughter subsided.
"Troy, I just backed your truck into your mailbox! You should be angry not…entertained!"
He shook his head with a grin, "You are just too adorable, Gabriella Montez. Too darn adorable."