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The beginning of this may seem sporadic, but that is how I think I would be...I would be confused, sad, angry, hurt, etc. So that is why it kinda jumps around. You aren't exactly in a rational state of mind, you know.

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Named Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve.
(Revised 3/19/14)

I didn't know where to go. I didn't know where Troy wouldn't look for me. And I won't turn to my family. There are just some things they don't need to know about my relationship, even if we are a big, tight-knit, Mexican family.

For a while I just drove around in my car. I felt like I had nowhere to turn and I don't want to put our friends in the middle. I just...can't. I can't go to one of our friends' house and ask them to lie or keep him away because he will show up no matter what and I will give in and see him. But I can't do that right now. I can't give in. I want him to hurt because he hurt me by hooking up with my best fucking friend. Let him wonder where I am and worry about my wellbeing for a while. On some level I didn't want to hurt Troy by doing that, but I refused to give in.

Honestly I don't know who I feel more betrayed by, my best friend or the love of my life. Sharpay has been my best friend since I was thirteen fucking years old and she did this to me. Troy... Troy was hurt by me right then, but what did Sharpay have against me? We have never had any big fight between us, nothing that would cause her to go hook up with my ex-boyfriend who she knew I was still in love with.

God, what the hell am I thinking? Because Troy was hurt by me it is okay he hooked up with my best friend? No it is not. Thank God it wasn't even sex, but it still hurts so much. It was like a hole was ripped through my chest. Flashes of them together keep going through my mind. Her on top of him, their lips together, their hands all over each other, it made me want to throw up all over again.

It is hard to describe the pain. I feel so betrayed and hurt and sick to my stomach. But I kept reminding myself that they didn't have sex and if they had that would have been worse. But does that make a difference? It still hurts so fucking much. It felt like he cheated, but we were broken up, so should I feel that way? How do I forgive him? What does this mean for us? I can't imagine myself without him, I just can't. He's my future. What do I do? I never thought Troy could hurt me like this.

After a while I simply turned my phone off. For an hour or so I was left alone, and then apparently Troy sent out the distress call. I got the most calls from Chad, surprisingly. Troy was a very close runner up. Sharpay didn't even try to contact me, which is good. I am sure I would answer the phone and tell her off.

I wonder who all knew. Troy, Sharpay, and Zeke knew apparently. But what about Chad? Was in on it? How about Taylor? Who all kept this from me?

What it all boiled down to was that I needed somewhere to go to sleep. Who would Troy not think of to find me with? Where could I sleep? Actually, the better question is where can I cry myself to sleep, if I sleep at all?

I went through my phone and one name popped out at me. I wasn't sure if Troy would think of this one. I hope to God he didn't.

About fifteen minutes later I was persistently knocking on the front door of a small house.

"Gabi?" Hunter opened his front door with a surprised look on his face.

"I know I shouldn't be here because you have a daughter and she is probably, like, asleep or something, but I don't know where else to go," I spit out instantly while gripping my gym back to my shoulder. It's full of random clothes I threw in it this afternoon.

"First, come in," he ushered me into his house and closed the door behind me while taking my bags and setting them down. "And my parents took Haven for the night, so she probably isn't sleeping," he chuckled to himself. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" he questioned.

I shook my head as my eyes teared up again. "Has Troy called you?" I asked in a sniffle.

"Um, I don't know if you remember but me and Bolton were never exactly fond of each other," he reminded me. "I don't think he knows my number and I am sure he doesn't know where I live seeing as we just moved in about a month ago," he went on. "What happened, Gabi?" he repeated.

I wiped my eyes. "I, uh, found out some news today," I started. "You see, Troy and Sharpay hooked up when we broke up," I admitted. "And I really can't handle it and have nowhere to go. I was thinking of somewhere and I thought of you, you- you're a good guy, you-" I stopped and frantically wiped the tears.

"Aw, Gab," Hunter came forward and hugged me.

It felt good to be held by someone, especially someone as caring and kind as Hunter. I cried into his shoulder for a good while. Eventually he brought me over to the couch to sit.

What made me cry harder is that Troy is one of the few people who know how to calm me down when I cry hysterically like this, when I get the feeling like I am having a panic attack. He would make me put my hand over his heart to feel it beating. He would make me look him in the eye as he said adorable things to make me feel better. Just the sound of his voice would help me; him holding my hands over his heart would help me, looking into his beautiful blue eyes would help me.

Why just kept running through my head. Why?

It took a while for me to calm down, but I did. "I-I'm sorry," I stuttered out to Hunter. "I-I'm a hor-horrible crier," I stated the obvious as he handed me a tissue to wipe my face. "Whe-when I'm really upset I practically have a pa-panic attack," I managed to get out.

"I noticed," Hunter replied while rubbing my back gently.

"Tr-Troy always knew how to st-stop it before it ha-happened," I hated myself for stuttering. Stupid panic-like attacks. Troy always made sure I took even breaths because I would take too much air in and make it worse. I tried to do what Troy would have said, but thinking of him only made me worse and I didn't want to get into another crying episode.

"You know," Hunter started as he continued to soothingly rub my back. "The other day Haven and I got into a bit of a fight," he went on. "I was trying to make her eat dinner, and you literally have to make her eat. To get her to want to stop playing to sit for twenty minutes is a miracle, trust me. So, I was playing the mean Dad which I hate," he said in a low tone. "Then she started crying and said 'Daddy you have to be nice to me!'" he mimicked adorably. "I was like no, I don't. I'm your dad and that gives me the right to be mean to you if I have to, you know."

I nodded, listening to him, confused to why he was telling me this.

"She just kept crying and it broke my heart, but I finally got her to eat. The whole time she kept saying 'You'll be nice to me after food, right?' like I was torturing her by feeding her," he continued. "That little girl has my whole heart," he chuckled again.

"That's sweet, but why did you tell me that?" I questioned.

He shrugged. "I don't know, but you stopped freaking out, right?" he asked.

I frowned to myself. My breathing had returned to normal and my heart wasn't beating as fast. "Yeah," I answered softly. "I really am sorry, Hunter," I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, Gab, this is what friends are for," he stated. "We just haven't been able to get together lately because I've been so busy, and you just started your job and Chad moved back," he reminded me. "I'm sure if I turned to you about something you wouldn't think twice about helping me."

"I feel bad that this is your one night without Haven and I ruined it," I confessed quietly.

Hunter waved me off. "Nah, since we moved out my parents try to take Haven every Saturday night. They spoil the hell out of her and let her stay up late and she loves it, plus it helps that I do get a night off," he informed me. "You aren't ruining my night, Gab, so don't think you are," he stated. "Now, tell me what happened and it would help if you didn't cry hysterically during it. But, if you do, don't worry, I have more Haven stories if needed," he joked.

It was a joke I actually laughed at. Hunter is such a good guy. I sighed. "When Troy and I broke up he drank a lot," I started. "To help deal with it all, you know," I explained.

"Understandable. I did that when I thought my ex was gonna abort my baby...but that was only for a day or two," he mentioned. "Go on."

"Well, during our first summer apart Sharpay and Zeke were broken up for a while too. Apparently Sharpay saw Zeke with another girl and she got drunk with Troy," I went on. "He said they both felt lonely and he missed me and she missed Zeke," I bit my lip, willing myself not to cry. "They didn't have sex or even really do anything below the waist...I think," I said as my voice cracked. "I-I don't know what to do."

Hunter let out a breath with a nod. "That blows, honestly, Gab," he admitted. "Your best friend and ex? Fuck."

"Tell me about it," I agreed. "I feel like a part of my heart is breaking, but it wasn't cheating. It wasn't cheating, I just have to keep telling myself that," I said to myself. "Am I over exaggerating?" I questioned him. "Was I wrong to leave? Am I wrong to be this upset and hurt and angry?"

"Uh, Gab, I can't tell you how you should feel," Hunter replied. "If you feel that way then you have every right to," he insisted.

"There are just some horrible thoughts going through my mind. Like, did he think she was a good kisser? How did it start? How did it end? What did he like about it? Did he compare us? Why was it okay when I thought it was a stranger, but now that it is my best friend it is completely un-fucking-okay? Which one of them stopped it? How is she different than me? How much did she like it? Or him? How do you think you would feel?" I demanded to know.

Hunter scooted up on the couch and turned to face me. "Gabriella, no one can tell you how to feel, ever. When you feel something, you feel it, and you have every right to feel what you feel. I can try to help you with this, but I can't help you by telling you how I would feel," he told me. "But if you want to know what I think about this whole thing..." he trailed off for a moment and I nodded. "It sucks that your boyfriend and friend did this, it really does. And you're right, it isn't cheating even if it may feel that way to you, but I get how you would feel that way," he went on. "Troy should have told you when you got back together, that I do believe, but can you imagine how scary that would have been for him?"

"Scary? I told him about Robbie. He is this guy that liked me, I basically cheated on Troy a little bit with him, and then after we broke up I slept with him. That was hard to tell him but I did. Hell, it was hard as fuck to tell him why I broke up with him, but I did," I stated. "Fuck, when did I get the balls in this relationship?" I questioned, making Robbie laugh.

"Listen," he began again. "I don't know Bolton, but I do know him, you know?" he asked and I nodded. "He wanted you back more than any-fucking-thing in this world and he had you at his fingertips. Now, if I was him and I was about to get back with the girl of my dreams am I going to tell her I hooked up with her best friend, most likely killing my chance with her?" he asked rhetorically. "Fuck no. And that is selfish, but that is the cold, hard truth."

"But I told him about Robbie," I repeated, my voice cracking as I did. "I-I trusted him, I let him handle it, I was honest."

"You were honest?" Hunter questioned. "Gabi, you broke up with this guy for over two years because you weren't honest with him about something," he reminded me. "And when he saw you again was he mad? Did he hold a grudge? Did he want some type of stupid-ass revenge for hurting him? No, he didn't want any of that. He didn't want any of that because he rose above that and remembered that he knew you. He remembered that he knew you and how much you two love each other and knew there was some bullshit reason you two broke up. Bolton chose to rise above that and his pain to get his girl back," he stated proudly. "I've never told anyone this, mostly because I think it didn't matter, but I always admired your boyfriend. When he knew what he wanted he went out and got it the right way, not the shitty way, you know?"

I nodded to myself. I admire that in him too.

"This may have been the one time he got what he wanted the wrong way because he didn't tell you about Sharpay," he continued. "But he was scared and you have to understand that, Gabi. You told me how you have a habit of running away from him, remember?" he asked and I nodded again. "To be honest you weren't too stable when you and Bolton were getting back together. You have to admit that," he said, making me nod once again. "Plus Bolton knows you better than anyone, even your family. He probably knew if he told you right then it would fuck everything up. So I get how he could hold off on telling you in order to keep you, even if it was wrong," he told me. "Maybe he was waiting until he knew you could handle it, until he knew you wouldn't run away, and until you two could work it out and still be annoyingly happy together."

"It's weird how you and Troy get each other, yet don't like each other," I mumbled.

Hunter chuckled. "I never not liked him, I just had a crush on his girlfriend in high school," he confessed. I laughed awkwardly. "But, don't worry, totally over it," he assured me. "It doesn't matter, we're better off as friends anyways. I am a lot to handle you know," he gloated, making me laugh some more. "Girls gotta know their shit to get a chance with me," he gushed.

"Shut up," I said with a smile.

"Wanna order some food?" he suggested with a smile and I nodded.

Hunter and I stayed up late watching TV, eating, and talking. It made me realize how good of a friend he really is and how well he and Troy would get along if they tried. I know Troy would be glad Hunter took such good care of me.

And at the end of the night when I was falling asleep on the couch and for the first time that day without feeling hurt or anger towards the thought him, I missed Troy. I missed him so fucking much.

When I woke the next morning it was to the noise of little, scattering feet and squeals. "Hey, baby, Daddy has a friend over," Hunter said softly. "Can you be quiet for a few minutes while I move her?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Haven agreed in the sweetest little voice.

A moment later I was being picked up bridal style, but was too tired to do anything besides groan. "Gab, I am moving you to my bed. Come out whenever you wake up, alright? Haven and I are gonna go play," he stated once he set me down. Haven squealed at the sound of that. "Sh, come on, baby," he said and there was more noise of little feet before the door closed.

Next thing I knew it was past noon and I was curled up hugging some pillows on Hunter's bed. I groaned and pushed the pillows away. Hugging pillows is what I did in college in place of Troy when I was sleeping. My stupid body misses him that is for sure. No, I am not going to think about Troy right now. I am not going to ruin this entire day.

I noticed there were noises of playing coming from behind the door, but when I got up I saw a note on the bedside table.

'Bathroom is to your left, do whatever you want before coming out to play with us. Haven is dying to meet you.'

I sighed and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and saw how puffy I was from crying all day yesterday. It took a few minutes to get all the knots out of my hair, but I managed and put my hair up in a messy bun. Then I changed into a pair of blue jeans and black t-shirt that had a bow printed on the front. It was a little short, so it didn't reach my jeans, but it was flowy so I liked it.

When I went out into the living room Hunter and Haven were playing tug of war over some stuffed animal. "No, Daddy, it's mine," the little girl giggled as she tried to get the animal away from her father.

"I bought it, it's mine," Hunter replied, then let it go. It caused Haven to fall on some pillows behind her with a loud laugh.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, then ran and jumped on him. Hunter happily caught her and began to tickle her, making her squeal and squirm. "Friend! Daddy, friend!" she stated while pointing at me.

Hunter turned and saw me. "Hey," he greeted. "Haven this is my friend Gabriella. Gabi this is my baby, Haven," he introduced us.

I came over and sat down next to them. "Hi, Haven," I said with a smile. "Your dad has told me a lot about you."

"Daddy loves me," she replied with a huge smile while still half-hugging Hunter.

"I know," I agreed, still smiling at her. "You're a beautiful little girl, you know that?" I asked.

Haven smiled the nodded slightly. "I look like my mommy," she answered.

I was surprised she even knew about her mom. I mean, she is only three. "Alright, baby, why don't you tell Gabi what today is?" Hunter questioned.

"Sunday Funday!" she yelled happily

I laughed. "What is Sunday Funday?" I asked her with a smile.

"Daddy has no work. If it is nice Daddy takes me to the park and for food and if I am good I get a small toy!" she informed me while jumping in Hunter's lap.

"That's sounds like fun," I responded.

Haven looked up at her dad, then back to me. "Can Gabi-ella come?" she asked him sweetly.

"Of course Gabriella can come," he answered, making sure to enunciate my name for her to hear correctly.

"I'd love to go," I told her.

She smiled so wide it made my heart melt. "Alright, Hay, go get your shoes," he asked of her kindly. Haven was instantly up and running off to find her shoes. "Good morning, sleepy head," he greeted me again.

I laughed. "Hunter, she is perfect," I gushed.

Hunter gave me the same smile his daughter gave me a moment ago. "Tell me about it," he agreed.

"Sunday Funday?" I questioned in a small laugh.

"Well, when I got a full time job I had to explain to her that she was old enough for pre-school now," he stopped when Haven re-appeared when a shoe in each hand. "So we wouldn't be spending as much time together. She cried for hours, going on about how she wants to be with me, not go to pre-school, yadda, yadda," he went on as he helped her put her own shoes on. "Wrong foot, babe," he told her and she nodded, then switched feet to try and put them on right. "So I created Sunday Funday, when me and this little perfect girl get to spend the whole day doing nothing but playing and spending some quality time together, right?" he asked her as she stood, shoes now on.

"Right!" Haven explained happily.

"Now, go find your purple jacket," he told her. Haven nodded and began to run away. "I make her try to do as much on her own as possible. She is gonna be an independent woman," he stated proudly. "She won't need anyone but her daddy."

I smiled at their interaction. Hunter fit right into the father role perfectly. He so adored her and she adored hum just as much right back. It was nice to watch them all day. It made me picture myself in a few years, Troy and I bringing our own kids to the park for some fun. I wanted to call him. I should at least turn on my phone. People must be looking for me. No one has contacted Hunter yet so I am still MIA.

"Can I ask you a question?" I started as Hunter pushed Haven on a toddler swing. She too was busy laughing to listen to us.

"Yeah," Hunter said in a laugh as Haven begged him to push higher.

"How does Haven know about her mom? I mean, what does she know?" I wondered curiously.

Hunter sighed. "Uh, one day last year she just came home and asked why she didn't have a mommy like all the other kids," he answered. "And I told her that her mom knew what was best for her and that what was best for her was me. I told her that her mommy loves her and she loves her enough to know that she isn't good for her. Haven asked how she wasn't good for her and that I didn't know how to explain," he breathed. "Then she asked for a picture and I gave her one."

"That must have been...hard for you," I mumbled.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed. "What Gionna did sucks and I wish she was in our daughter's life. But through everything she did do something right, she went through with the pregnancy and gave me Haven. I don't want Haven to have bad feelings towards her mom because she didn't know how to be a mom. She did do the only thing she could do, make me a dad. And I thank her for that every time I see Haven smile," he said, smiling himself while watching Haven swing. "Besides, one day Haven will have a mom. I do plan on getting married, you know. And I want that woman to be everything Gionna couldn't and give my baby some brothers and sisters."

I chuckled to myself. "I want you to know that you're doing a great job, Hunter," I told him. "If that means anything coming from me."

"It does," Hunter assured me. "Thanks."

I hung out with Hunter and Haven for a little longer before I felt the need to get away. It was so much fun watching them interact, but at some point I couldn't take it anymore. It just made me think about Troy and I and our future and I had been doing so well at keeping it together I didn't want to break down, especially in front of Haven. I was very thankful to Hunter for helping me though.

"Are you sure?" Hunter asked as he held Haven on his hip.

I nodded. "Yeah, I gotta go," I answered. "Thanks for playing with me though, Haven."

"Hug!" she ordered and held her hands out.

I laughed and gave her a big hug. "I'll come play with you again, I swear," I promised her. "Actually," I started a moment later. "I have a lot of nieces and nephews, even some your age. Maybe on your next Funday you can come to my mom's house and play with all of them?" I questioned. Haven hypered up all over again and looked to Hunter for approval. He simply nodded and she squealed. "I also have some cute brothers," I told her and she blushed.

"Alright, give her back," Hunter ordered, making me laugh. "You aren't allowed to marry anyone with Montez blood, Hay, I know how those Montez boys operate," he stated.

I laughed again. "Yes, I can," Haven replied in a sure voice. Hunter shook his head. "Please?" she whined.

Hunter laughed himself. "Maybe," he gave in. "So where are you gonna go?" he asked me as he put Haven into his car.

I shrugged. "I don't know in the long run, but right now I am gonna head to my brother's gym," I answered. "I think it will be good for me to get some anger out."

"Do me a favor?" Hunter questioned while closing Haven's door. I nodded. "Turn on your phone. Tell someone you're fine. And maybe listen to some of your voicemails or read some texts. It might be good for you," he insisted.

"For you, I will," I answered honestly, then hugged him before going off to my own car.

I really don't know where I am sleeping tonight. I know I can't hide out forever, but do I go to a friend's? A family member's? Home? I didn't know. How can I be so angry and hurt by Troy, yet miss him? We need to talk, I do know that. We need to talk more rationally than last time that is obvious.

First, I went to the gym. I have a free family membership; there are perks to being related to the owners. Running has always helped me think, but I will not run outside at night by myself, not since my rape. Luckily, my brother's gym includes a track and is open late. So I put my iPod on blast and ran.

As I ran I thought about Troy.

I thought about how he has a beautiful soul. I thought about how he takes care of me. I thought about how I take care of him. I thought about how he kisses me and how he smiles sometimes when he does. I love when he smiles into his kisses sometimes. I thought about how he holds me before we go to sleep and how he tries to make me fall asleep before he does. I thought about how he held me after I told him about my rape. I thought about how Hunter was right, Troy didn't hold any grudges when I came back to Albuquerque. He did rise above it to win me back.

I thought about our tattoos of each other and how much they mean to me. I thought about how his initials are on my back and how I want our first boy to have the same ones. I thought about Hunter and how watching him with his daughter made me see how great of a dad Troy will be himself. I thought about how Troy does know me better than anyone and how I can understand how he can hold off on telling me, but how much it hurts knowing he did.

I thought about Troy and my best friend. I thought about what they did together, to each other. I thought about their lips, and hands, and chests, and bodies, and hair, and everything that they touched on one another. I thought about how Troy loves pink on me and Sharpay always wears pink. I thought about how I just asked her to help me plan my wedding.

Fuck, I thought about how just yesterday Troy and I were talking about our wedding. I thought about how I want to marry him, how I want to have his children, how I want to be with him for the rest of my life, even after all of this.

I ran faster, trying to stop my thoughts because they hurt. I ran until my lungs burned. I ran until my legs felt like jelly. I ran until I couldn't run anymore.

Then finally I stopped with tears running down my cheeks. I slowly fell down the wall crying my eyes out for the first time today. It felt oddly good though, like a type of healing maybe. When I managed to pull myself together I went to the girl's locker room and showered and put on a pair of gray baggy sweat pants and a faded lavender flowy shirt.

"Gabi," Lucas said in surprise as I came out of the locker room about half an hour later, my wet hair pulled up into a bun. "I thought you were MIA, how long have you been here?" he questioned with a hug.

"An hour, maybe two, I really don't know," I answered honestly. "I just...needed to run, think a little," I sighed.

"What is going on? Troy called last night and said you two had a fight and he couldn't find you," Lucas told me. "He said he just wanted to know where you are, that you're okay, but Marc and I had no idea."

I nodded. "Yeah, I stayed at a friend's house, I'm fine," I assured him.

"You don't look fine. You have that look girls get after crying and their face is all puffy," he stated while looking over my face some more. "Were you crying?" he asked.

"Yes, Luke, I was, but I am fine. Need a remind you I am almost twenty three years old and can take care of myself," I insisted in a monotone voice.

Lucas held a hand up in surrender. "Alright, alright, calm down," he mumbled. "Marc and I know we're a pain, we just worry about you, ya know," he said.

"Well, maybe you should worry about yourselves seeing as Marc is dating some girl he doesn't even like and the one girl who can easily put up with you and your shit is the one you're pushing away," I told him harshly.

"Hey!" Lucas exclaimed, hurt.

I shook my head. "No, Lucas!" I exasperated. "Allie is falling in love with you! Stop acting like you're still a teenager and open your fucking heart to her because she'll gladly take care of it," I assured him. "You need to realize what you have in front of you, Lucas, and decide to either fucking take it or go find someone else to only hook up with because Allie can't do it anymore," I said before walking off.

I tossed my gym back in the back seat of my car and got in, then punched the steering wheel. It was wrong of me to be a bitch back there, but Lucas really does need to open his eyes to Allie. After a minute I took my phone out and turned it on.

There were a bunch of texts, mainly from Troy and Chad. They all said the same thing, call me, I'm sorry, etc. It took some strength but I called my voicemail and listened to some messages.

"Gabriella, p-please call me back or at least let me know you're safe. I am so sorry, please believe that. I love you."

"Brie, God, I fucked everything up, didn't I? Can you just let me know you're safe? Please. I need to know you're alright. I love you so much."

They were all like that, him apologizing, pleading with me to let him know I'm okay, and him telling me he loves me. The last one was from this morning. He texted it too, just to make sure would get it, I guess.

"Gabriella, I'm done calling. You aren't going to talk to me, I mean, you turned off your phone. Just- look, I'm leaving the apartment, okay? I'm gonna go stay down at the firehouse for a few days so you can come back here. You can come here and be without me for a while, however long you need. C-call me when you want to talk okay? I love you."

I sighed and turned my car on. It looks like I have somewhere to stay tonight. That's good since I have work tomorrow. When I got back to the apartment it was thankfully empty, but messy, probably from Troy freaking out about me last night. So I did what I do when I'm upset, I cleaned it.

I cleaned it so it was cleaner than it ever has been. It got to the point where I went through and alphabetized our DVDs and books. When I had finished the living room, the kitchen (which included doing all the dishes and scrubbing the floors), I cleaned the bathroom, something I hate doing because it's gross. By the time I finished that it was perfect. The toilet was cleaned, the shower was spotless, the sink area had been re-done and cleaned as well. Then I had to clean the room I had been avoiding, the bedroom. I cleaned everything up. I did all the laundry, the blankets on the bed; I even attempted to re-organize the closet.

As I cleaned the closet I took out the clothes Troy and I hardly wear so we could go through them to decide whether or not to keep them or donate them. I also tried to put the clothes I hate on Troy in a place he wouldn't look for them so he wouldn't wear them. I am such a girl sometimes. I lined up all our (okay, mostly my) shoes and looked for the shoes I couldn't find the match to.

I have to say, although this weekend sucked serious donkey balls, at least I got shit done. I finished all my work, I hung out with an old friend, I worked out, and I cleaned.

I was going through the shelves in the closet when I pulled on me and Troy's stash of extra blankets, causing them all to fall on me. Something hit my foot and was hard. I moved the blankets to the side and found a small box on the ground.

A ring box.

I simply blinked down at it for a minute or two.

Is this what I think it is? A an engagement ring box? Or is it something different? Earrings maybe? Some family heirloom of his grandmother's I don't know about? So why did my heart skip a beat in a bad way thinking it wasn't an engagement ring?

Maybe because I hoped it was an engagement ring. Maybe because Troy and I are going through so much shit right now. Maybe because I wanted to talk to Troy about it, about everything, but refused to call him and ask him to come home? I am such a girl.

I quickly refolded all the blankets and put them in their new place, then picked up the box and left the closet. Should I open it?

With a steady breath I went and sat on the bed, but slid down to the floor to lean against it. I can't open it. I won't open it. Even if I knew that this was my engagement ring, I wouldn't open it.

I should see the ring for the first time when he is proposing. I will not be my usual snoop self and ruin this for me.

Then there was a door slam out in the living room. I locked the is either Troy or Chad. I didn't know which one I hoped for.

The bedroom door opened and Troy came in. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. "I-I'm sorry. I forgot something and-" he stopped. "I didn't think you would actually come home today," he quickly apologized.

I held up the ring box. "Is this what I think it is?" I questioned him in a serious voice. Troy's eyes widened and he came closer. "I found it when I was cleaning," I stated in explanation.

Troy was still for a moment, then he simply nodded. "Yeah, it is."

Okay, it is a little shorter than normal, but I felt this was the perfect place to stop.

In all honesty, I do not like this chapter...but it was hard to get through with absolutely no Troy until the end, especially since I changed it from the original version. I do like some parts though.

Please review what you think! Thanks.