It’s High School Musical. The pairing is Troyella. Here’s the summary: Gabriella is an English princess. Troy is the son of the US president. What happens when they meet?
This scene is part of Troyella’s first date (I ran out of room for the whole thing). Also note that this is strictly fiction. It’s not meant to be realistic and the old English customs are mentioned rather than what it’s really like in England today.
“Troy? Are you here?” came Gabriella’s soft whisper as she turned her head from side to side, searching for the president’s son.
“Gabriella?” Troy responded, frantically trying to find his way over to the direction from which the princess’ voice was coming. When he reached her, he gently took her hand. “You ready?” he inquired, his ocean eyes melting with her chocolate ones.
Nodding, Gabriella struggled to control the rush of excitement that was filling her from head to toe. She had made it outside safely and now she was about to go to dinner with Troy Bolton!
“Normally, I would have a chauffer drive us, but since we’re trying to keep ourselves secret, we’re going to use my car,” explained Troy in a hushed voice.
“That’s fine with me,” said Gabriella as she allowed Troy to lead her over to the spot in which his sleek Corvette was parked.
Letting go of the princess’ hand, Troy opened the door to the passenger seat. Once Gabriella was settled inside the vehicle, he closed it and made his way over to the opposite door. After fastening his seatbelt, he started the car and drove onto the road.
“Where are we going exactly?” Gabriella asked.
“My favorite pizza restaurant. Have you ever had pizza?”
“I don’t believe I have.”
“Garlic bread?”
“I’ve had gourmet garlic rolls, but never garlic bread.”
“Cheese fries?”
“I haven’t even tasted fries before.”
“I don’t know how anyone can live without cheese fries,” Troy remarked. “Or pizza. And garlic breadsticks dipped in hot tomato sauce taste absolutely amazing. I understand this food is a lot different from what you’re used to, so I hope I’m not disappointing you by taking you to a casual American food place.”
Gabriella shook her head. “No, not at all. I grow quite tired of all the gourmet meals we have in England.”
“What do you normally eat?” asked Troy.
“Well, on a night when there’s no big event going on, we have dishes such as salmon in a lemon butter sauce or tender steaks marinated in some sort of wine. When there’s a formal dinner with lots of important guests, we have calamari or caviar.”
Troy almost gagged. One time he and his family had been invited to a French wedding and they had served caviar at the reception. Although he never saw anything appealing about fish eggs, he was still willing to try it, but had ended up nearly making himself sick with his first bite.
Despite the darkness, the princess didn’t miss the look of disgust on Troy’s face. “You think it’s repulsive, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Troy admitted as he turned into the parking lot of the restaurant he wanted to go to. After finding a vacant parking spot, he exited the car, then walked to the other side and opened the door for his date. Then, taking her hand, he led her inside the building and up to the counter. “Hey, Chad!” he called one of the guys that was working.
“Hey, Troy! How’s it going, dude?”
Wow, he must really come here a lot if he knows the employees, Gabriella thought to herself.
“Great! Hey, can you give me one pizza, half extra cheese and half pepperoni, garlic sticks and sauce, and a medium cheese fries?”
“No problem!” said Chad as he hurried off to get the food Troy had requested.
“We can go sit down,” Troy told Gabriella. “Chad will bring the food to the table once he gets it all.”
As Troy led the princess over to a vacant table, she finally took the time to take in her surroundings. The room was small, but not too small, the floor was slightly messy from crumbs that had fallen while people were eating, and the tables were bare, meaning they had no tablecloths on them.
“Here’s a good spot,” Troy remarked, stopping in front of a table in a corner and pulling out a chair for Gabriella.
“Thank you,” smiled Gabriella as she sat down.