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A/N: So here's my first shot at this whole writing thing. I hope you like!

Me and You

Chapter One:

Am I Boring You?

Her soft tan hands pulled her hair towards the back of her head to form a high ponytail, after safely securing it with a random hair elastic she looked at her reflection. Although her bathroom mirror was still slightly fogged from the shower she had taken twenty minutes ago she could still see her puffy sleepy looking eyes. She was definitely going to give that Troy Bolton an earful. He had insisted that they go on a two – thirty a.m. stroll earlier that morning. What Gabriella didn't know was that her boyfriend planned a three – hour "walk." Then again, she was part of the reason why the "walk" lasted three hours.

Boyfriend. She liked the ring of that. She smiled despite her pounding headache as she remembered her sleepless night.

"Psst. Psst, Gabriella!" Troy's soft voice urged her out of her peaceful slumber.

"Nghh…" Gabriella groaned with a bit of annoyance. Her dream of becoming a Nobel Prize winning Physicist slowly faded into Troy's voice. Opening an eye she saw Troy's slight smirk. She closed her eye and continued, "Troy Bolton. What the hell are you doing in my room at," she opened an eye again and glanced at her glowing alarm clock, "two – thirty in the morning?"

"Well you see, I uh. Well, I wanted to tell you something. I couldn't sleep without telling you so get up and meet me in your backyard in five minutes." And with that, Troy disappeared into the shadows of her room as stealthily as he had came.

Gabriella smiled slightly. She was glad Troy was comfortable enough with her that he would sneak into her house in the middle of the night. Maybe it meant that the "nose graze" that had happened early that day after the basketball game wasn't just adrenaline laced. Maybe it was really Troy trying to kiss her. The brunette pulled on a pair of faded ripped jeans and shrugged on Troy's track jacket He had given it to her at the end of the game claiming that it wasn't chivalrous to let one of his most dear friends die of hypothermia.

She climbed down her balcony with some assistance from Troy and they set off silently into the night.

"You said you wanted to talk to me, Troy," Gabriella hinted towards Troy who was staring at his feet.

"Uh, yeah. Here let's sit." The pair sat on the street curb, Gabriella hugging her knees tightly and Troy reclining onto his hands. "I wanted to ask you something." He started nervously, looking at Gabriella's silhouette against the quarter moon.

"Yeah Troy," Gabriella said after a few awkwardly long seconds. She turned so that she was facing him and looked straight into his cerulean eyes.

He exhaled the breath he was subconsciously holding. Without warning, he stood up, grabbed Gabriella's hand, and pulled her up so that she was standing also. In one swift movement he wrapped his right arm around her slender torso and moved his left hand to gently cup her cheek. He stared deep into her dark eyes and crashed his lips upon hers. Gabriella smiled into the kiss and laced her fingers through his shaggy hair.

They had stayed out for a while but Gabriella's incessant yawning during their make out session had interrupted them enough. Troy walked her home, kissed her goodnight, and left once again into the shadows.

Now, Gabriella walked out onto her balcony wearing the exact outfit she had been wearing earlier that morning. A soft wind gently blew her hair around and into her face. A hand from behind her pulled the wayward curl out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. The person in question wrapped his strong arms around Gabriella and rested his chin against her shoulder.

Gabriella turned in his arms and grinned. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he said breathily as he leaned into a soft kiss. Just as their lips were about to touch, Gabriella let out a long, deep, wide mouthed yawn.

"Uh, Gabriella, am I boring you?"