Yes new story but this is so much fluffier and happier - very different from White Horse. I needed a break from that story because it was actually making me depressed and I'm losing muse for it. However, I'm working on the chapter now very very slowly as bad as that sounds but it's getting there. I want it longer as well, longer than usual. Hopefully it'll be up by this weekend if not then no later then Monday night. Don't be surprised if this story gets updated more than White Horse.

If you were/are a member on ZF, two years ago, you would know that I wrote a story similar to this in ZV form haha. I took that story and transformed it into this right here. I put dates on here because I actually don't plan on italicizing the flashbacks you will see in each chapter and it's kinda new for me lol. Speaking of ZV, I have a community on livejournal where I usually post my real people fanfics and it's on my profile page if you guys want to check it out. I have three Zanessa drabbles/one-shots there I do believe (:

P.S. THIS IS FOR SILVIA BECAUSE SHE SCARES ME... (: And she really wanted this done.

Now I'm going to shut up and let you guys read, please read and review. I usually don't stress over reviews but I would like to know if you guys like this or not and feedback is very much appreciated (:

Disclaimer: Nothinggggg loveeees (: No seriously, anything that doesn't sound familiar I probably own it but so far it's not likely in this story.

'Lights, camera, action. I think I'm going for it this time. There's something you should listen to, could I take you for a car ride?
This is the soundtrack for our movie…'

- Mae; Soundtrack For Our Movie.

Tuesday, November 12th 2013; 11:54am

What were you supposed to get your wife on your first anniversary? Why did this have to be so difficult for him to figure out? He loved her, it should be fucking easy for him to figure this out. They had been together for six years and he couldn't even figure out what he was going to get her on their first anniversary as a married couple.

"Get her some make-up?" Chad wondered out loud as they walked through the streets of downtown Los Angeles. It was early in the morning and there weren't that many paparazzo's following two of the biggest basketball superstars for the LA Lakers, one of which had their new wife hanging with them that morning.

Troy shook his head at his best friend's suggestion, "Are you kidding me? She has a whole bag full of make-up and she hardly uses half of it," he sighed and ran a hand through his freshly cut hair. It was the only thing he accomplished this morning, getting a new haircut and running into Chad and Taylor at the café near their West Los Angeles apartment.

"You're already taking her to London! What else is there to give her?" Chad asked exasperatedly. "Chad!" Taylor hissed and punched him on the arm. The bushy-haired athlete glared at his wife of six months, "What? I'm just saying. If I was Gabs I would love the trip, that's it."

"I just want our one year anniversary to be special, you know? Sometimes I feel as if whatever I give her isn't really good enough." Troy stated quietly running a tired hand over his face. Why did his wife have to be so perfect to be difficult to shop for?

"Troy, don't say that. Whatever you give her she'll love it as much as she loves you." Taylor replied grabbing Chad's hand and placed her free one on Troy's forearm before smiling. "You mean a whole lot to her and even if you got her a pack of gum she would still love it."

Troy nodded and smile gratefully at Taylor. He was glad he actually ran into the two newlyweds, they - mainly Taylor - knew exactly what to say especially since she was his wife's best friend.

As the three stopped, Troy looked around, glancing at the stores but none caught his eye. He wanted something that would 'wow' his wife or even bring tears to her eyes. His eyes slowly came across a music store and his mind clicked.

"I got it!" he exclaimed happily as he ran towards his car, grabbing Chad who grabbed Taylor. "Where the hell are we going?" Chad asked.

"You're place." Troy replied still running and smiling to his car.

"Our place? What about Ella's present?" Taylor asked in confusion.

"Trust me Tay, I know what to get her," Troy smiled as they got into his car and drove off to his best friend's place. It was perfect, he couldn't believe it took him that long to think of the perfect gift. All he really needed was the Danforth's computer, a writeable disc, and his best friend's iTunes account.


Tuesday, November 12th 2013; 5:39pm

When he entered their four bedroom house in West Los Angeles that evening, he chuckled once he opened the door only to find his wife of almost a year dancing to the radio clad in black short shorts and a gray oversize 'Wildcat' t-shirt that clearly didn't belong to her while cleaning up the living room.

"I know you see me with my body moving out of control, I know you see me, don't you know that I got body control. This beats electric baby, shocking me right down to my soul, I know you see me I got b-b-body control, I-I got body control, I-I I've said I got body control…"

Oh God this song. He tried not to groan at the song choice she was dancing too and the lyrics of Leighton Meester's 'Body Control'. Too many thoughts were filling his head and he was sure she was trying to kill him yet she didn't even know it. But even so, he nearly had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing out loud. She looked too damn adorable and hot for him to tell her to stop. Slowly putting his gym bag down, he gently snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her bare shoulder then laughed when she jumped in shock.

"Did I scare you?" he asked cheekily. He laughed again when his wife turned around in his arms and glared at him. "Yes." she said elongating her reply.

"Aww I'm sorry sweetheart." Troy said kissing her head and pulled her close to him. She looked up at him and kissed him gently, "What are you doing home? I thought you wouldn't be home until later on tonight." she said. He ran his hand through her brown locks and the other was place on her hip.

"I uh… finished early." he replied back, kissing her forehead affectionately. She didn't know that he was out looking for a gift, all she knew was that he was going to get haircut and heading over to basketball practice. The only thing he lied to her was about was basketball practice. He was done basketball until he got back from their vacation. He spent the whole day fixing up his gift and now it was in the safe hands of Chad - well maybe not Chad, more like Taylor. "I thought you'd be happy that I'm home early."

Gabriella raised an eyebrow, "After you practically scared the crap out of me?" she teased playing with her husband's short hair. "I said I was sorry." he whined, pouting slightly. The brunette in his arms rolled her brown eyes, "I know, I was just teasing Troy." she giggled. Troy smirked before pressing his lips to hers.

"Your hair's cute." she mumbled onto his lips as he kissed her. He pulled away, "Just cute?" he asked. She nodded and giggled as he poked her sides and kissed her again.

"I love you El," he whispered and leaned his forehead on hers. Yes, at a tender age of 22, Troy Alexander Bolton was so deeply in love with the one girl that captured his heart nearly six years ago and during those six years of being together, his undying love for her had no once subsided.

Smiling widely, Gabriella wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's neck, "I love you too." she whispered back, kissing him passionately. She sighed in contentment, if you asked her six years ago if she thought she'd be married before the age of 25 she would tell you that you were crazy. But she was and she was happy. Here she was, happily married to the guy who had changed her world and she was only 21-years-old.

"Oh I have something to ask you." Troy said quietly, pulling away from her reluctantly and led her to the couch in their living room. Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows, "Ask me what?"

He sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, "Well," he started and intertwined their fingers together, "as you know our one year anniversary is coming up-"

"Our one year is coming up? I didn't know that!" she interrupted jokingly.

"Haha, very funny, Brie." Troy said sarcastically. She giggled and kissed him gently, "Okay, continue." she urged.

"Anyways for our anniversary, what if I told you we'd be taking a trip?" he asked and kissed their joined fingers, "I mean I'm done basketball practice for a while, and I called up your law firm and they said you deserve a break-"

"You called my work?" she asked and he nodded, "They said you needed a break and they're giving you a week off to be with your loving husband."

"But where would we go?" Gabriella asked anticipating the answer. Troy kissed their fingers again before smiling, "You always said you wanted to go to London." he stated.

Gabriella's eyes widened, "You're not serious are you?" she asked, "We're going to London? Like London, England? For our anniversary? Which is soon? Really?"

He chuckled and kissed her head, "I am serious, baby. We're leaving on Saturday so you better start packing." he stated. Gabriella squealed as she flung her arms around her husband's neck causing them to fall back on the couch and she kissed him deeply.

"Hmmm I love you! I love you! I love you!" she exclaimed through the kiss. Troy laughed out loud, pulling her closer to his chest, "I love you too Brie." he said back. He kissed her with the same affection she was giving him and his lips started to trail down to her neck. Her hands gripped his hair and she moaned softly, "You know how I said your hair was cute." she whispered softly, he nodded and looked at her.


"I lied." Gabriella said softly kissing him hungrily, "It's sexy."

Troy smirked at the newfound information before kissing her again and once their brains lacked of oxygen, they looked at each other and immediately scrambled off the couch, laughing as they headed upstairs, closing their bedroom door with a slam.