A/N: It's me again, yeah I just started a fanfiction yesterday but I've had this one on my other account for a while and I'm just moving it over. If you'd review on this I'd appreciate it because I already have the next chapter written! Expect The Truth About Troy Bolton & 'Infinite' to be updated sometime this week. One of them will definitely be updated tonight!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any original characters.

Summary: They both were hurt, and lost after the tragedy that engulffed their entire town. They both need someone to love them, and to heal all the pain that they endured. By chance, will they find that within each other? T&G!

The Day Of - 10:18 A.M

Gabriella

Gabriella giggled in delight as his hand ran across her stomach playfully, caressing and tickling her skin at the same time. The were sitting in the cafeteria, and she didn't care that everyone was staring at her, that everyone was watching his hands, his very hands tickle her skin, as she spasmed with giggles. Her dark chocolate brown eyes, the ones that he had grown to love, darkened as each of his fingers finshed their stroke across her stomach. She gasped for air, her chest moving rapidly in response, as his fingers didn't let up.

"Dylan," She managed to get out between her giggles. "Please stop."

He grinned, and shook his head. "No, baby," He said, laughing himself, as her expression changed and she started to whine despite herself.

"Please?"

He smirked playfully. "Say the magic word," He added, his fingers still moving, causing her to let out another infectious giggle.

"And what's that?" She asked, and giggled again despite herself.

He grinned down at her. "Say I, Gabriella Montez am the most beautiful, the most amazing girl that anyone could ever ask for."

She blushed deep crimson. "Say I, Gabriella Montez, am the most beautiful, the most amazing girl that anyone could ever ask for."

He laughed. "You didn't have to say the say part!" He tickled her again, affectionately before taking her in his arms, stroking her hair.

She smiled and blushed. "Well, I felt like it, so hah!" She stuck her tongue out playfully at him.

He laughed and shook his head, before he leaned down slightly and gently caught her lips with his in a chaste kiss. Pulling her closer to him, he continued to kiss her before he felt her pull away. She smiled up at him, burying her head into his chest.

"I love you." She murmmered into his skin.

"Forever and always babe. Forever and always." He massaged the skin on her back, as he heard screams, and gunshots go off.

Troy

Chad laughed as he shoved Troy playfully, sucsessfully taking the ball from him whilst Troy was trying to regain his balance and scored a layup. Troy rolled his eyes as he took in Chad's triumpith grin as he threw his hands in the air. He playfully hit his best friend, as he stole the ball from him and proceeded to make a three pointer. Troy turned and smirked at Chad, he knew that Chad could never beat him, but it's was hilarious to see him try.

"Yeah, yeah, Troy, just drop that stupid smirk." Chad grumbled, and stole the ball from him, skillfully spinning the ball on his index finger.

Troy rolled his eyes, knowing that it was the only thing that Chad had over Troy in the basketball category. "Awe, is it bothering you Chadlina?" He asked, playfully, chuckling softly as Chad's eyes darkened and his glare fixed on Troy's face.

"Awe, is it bothering you Chadlina?" He mocked scornfully, kicking the gym floor as he did. "Can you drop that? It was one time!"

"Hey, it's not my fault that I walked in on you in your sisters dress!" Troy defended, throwing his arms up into the air, the smirk that had been there earlier hadn't left his face.

"That was a long time ago!" Chad retorted, crossing his arms across his chest.

"It was six months ago!" Troy chuckled, and took the ball from Chad again as he made his way to the opposite side of the court. "He fakes right, he fakes left, he goes down the lane....SCORE!" He shouted as he made the left handed lay-up turning to grin at Chad.

He couldn't help but laugh at his friends expression. "Your dad's going to kill us in practice today,"

Troy shrugged. "Yeah, he will, but doesn't he always?" He asked rhetorically, as he made a free throw. "He just wants us to be ready for the game."

"I know, but he doesn't have to make us run so much." He groaned, and rubbed his stomach.

Troy chuckled. "Well you should stop sneaking in those twinkies right before practice. He doesn't feel sorry for you when you blow chunks all over the floor."

Chad twitched just thinking about it. "Hey, it's not my fault they call my name." He shrugged, and turned his head when he heard the door open, and he saw Mr. Bolton walk in, he silently groan. 'Speaking of the devil...'

"Troy, Chad," Mr. Bolton greeted as he gave his son a manly hug, and nodded at his son's best friend.

Troy grinned. "Hey dad," He said. "Chad was just talking about how much he loves blowing up chunks during practices."

Mr. Bolton laughed. "Is that so?" He turned to Chad, and he grumbled in response.

Troy's eyes widened as he saw the gym doors open, and in walked Jake Robinsion holding a pistol in his hand. Troy gulped, but his dad or Chad didn't seem not notice his expression. Immediately Troy thought that he was going to die, or at least someone in this room was going to die. He tried to open his mouth to warn them, but his jaw wouldn't move, it was locked in place. He screamed out when he saw Jake lift the gun and aim at his dad.

The pop echoed in the open area as his limp body hit the ground with a loud thud. Troy felt tears roll down his cheeks. He knew. He knew that his dad was dead, his chest stopped moving, and his eyes were still open, as was his mouth. Troy couldn't stop the tears, he couldn't stop them, knowing that his dad, his hero, his best friend was now gone, out of his life forever.

Gabriella

She panicked, as did everyone in the room. Dylan quickly guarded her as he neared them. If anyone was going to die, he had decided, it was going to be him. The world didn't deserve to lose such a precious angel. Jake turned to them both, and smirked, the sly smirk stretching across his mouth, and Gabriella shivered just from seeing that. She held on tightly to Dylan, trying to push him out of the way so he wouldn't get hurt, but he wouldn't budge.

"Jake, you'll drop that, now!" Dylan commanded, and Jake let out a howl of laughter.

"Hah! Make me Lewiston." He challenged, and Dylan stayed put. He knew it was just a ploy to get him away from Gabriella, and it wasn't going to work.

"You don't want to do this Jake." Gabriella whispered, as she felt the tears start falling. She was scared to death, she knew that either her or Dylan were going to lose their lives today.

He smirked at her. "I can, and I will."

The pop sounded, as Dylan's body fell limp to the ground, Gabriella screamed, sobbing, as she held onto him, his blood drenching her shirt. She didn't let go, she wouldn't let go.

"Dylan, baby, wake up." She whispered, smoothing out his hair, which he hated, but she just wanted him to open his eyes one more time. She wanted him to whisper 'I love you' in her ear again. She wanted him.

He didn't answer her. He didn't answer her as she clung to his body, she didn't answer her as the paramedics pulled her off of him, and took her away for her to be checked out. She was broken, and she knew that nothing could sow her back together now.

Jake

He held the pistol in his hand, tracing along the handle, getting a feel of it, before he walked up the steps. His heart. It was pounding, pounding out of his chest, and he knew it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop until every single kid that had hurt him, every single kid that made him shed a single tear, was dead, and out of his life forever. He felt the smirk that he had spent hours practicing in front of the mirror form on his face as he opened the door, and immediately gasps of horror and screams were heard as the first pop sounded, and his first victim fell stricken to the ground. His smirk grew into a sly grin as he saw the blood splatter on his white shirt. 'Ha, looks like mom's going to need that bleach' He thought smugly, as he made his way through the lit hallways, and classrooms, strategically shooting everyone that he needed too, and anyone that might've gotten in the way. He made his way to his destination, and stopped in his tracks. There, there was the person he wanted to kill the most. The monster that he had hated, the monster that had drove himself to kill all of these people all along. He slowly rose the gun, and put it to the person's temple. The persons grin reflected in the mirror dropped the same time as his did.

"Young man, you'll drop that gun. Now."

A/N: Well I don't think that was so bad for the first chapter, aye? Well just press the button at the bottom of the screen and make my day please! :)