#freczeyourbrain

         TROY was tired in every sense of the word. it seemed like all night he was watching the love of his life with some other guy. ( he had a name, pedro, but the athlete couldn’t care less. ) he had no right to be jealous, he knew that. they weren’t even technically together now, a fact that pained him. plus, he’d never claim she belonged to him. yet here he was, almost seething with jealousy. he thought maybe more than a few drinks would take his mind off it all, but it didn’t. it possibly only made it worse. however, he managed. he could get through it, he thought. 

          finding the opportune time to sneak away, JULIA decided to take some time to get some fresh air. the cold air was refreshing, and it was nice to not have loud music and/or drunk singing blasting in her ear ( though she could still make out a few sharp notes through the door ). 

           when SOPHIE saw a certain friend of spot’s at the bar, without her brother in sight, she could help but pounce at the opportunity. he was one of many of spot’s hot friends that she couldn’t help but want to, let’s just say, get to know better. ( there was always a strange thrill when it came to messing around her brother’s friends. )

⌞ʾ⁎ 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪┆congratulations H, and welcome to musicalhqs ! we cannot wait to see what BETTY RIZZO will bring to london. you have 48 HOURS to send in your account and read through our CHECKLIST. have fun, dear friend ! ALEXA DEMIE is now taken ! xoxo

            typically, TROY’s weekend getaways consisted of visiting gabriella at stanford. that’s all he could every ask for, spending time with her, but this weekend was a bit more special ... no real reason in particular. it was just after midterms, and he watched how stressed she had become this time around. she needed a break, and he’d do anything to give it to her. 

             thus, they took his junk of a truck to los angeles. they explored the iconic city, allowing themselves to be dumb tourists. she kept making jokes about his life when he became a famous actor; having a star on the walk of fame, hiding from paparazzi, living some grandiose life. he laughed at every single one, no matter how repetitive they may have gotten. even if he couldn’t imagine himself in such a fantastical life, he just enjoyed how much fun she was having.

           at the end of the day, they settled into the small hotel room; the only kind the athlete could afford. ( neither of them cared, however. it’s not like they needed distance. ) exhausted, troy flopped onto the bed first, not bothering to even take off his shoes first. he watched his girlfriend for a moment, admiring her every feature and move. with room being so small, he easily could reach her from the edge of the bed. he grabbed her wrist, giving her just enough of a tug to make her fall onto the bed. he was quick to wrap his arms around her and give her a tight squeeze, resulting in his favorite sound in the world: her giggle. they seemed to stare at each other for a while, just taking each other in. finally, she broke the silence.  “ i am so proud of you. ” 

          he laughed. he didn’t immediately response, instead pushing a stray hair behind her ear. he placed a small kiss on her lips, pulling away with an even bigger smile than before. “ not as proud as i am of you, ” he finally replied. his nose brushed hers. “ and we are not about to have some argument about who’s prouder, cause i will win ... ” he smirked. “ and you know how much i love to win ... ”