Ok so I am almost finished writing this story already and I decided to post it now! I hope you like it! It will be nine chapters and an epilouge!

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You know how they say opposites attract? Is that true? Can an owner of a large business fall in love with an earth activist and vice versa? Of course this story started somewhere, and I, Kaylie Bolton, am here to tell my parent's story. It all started when my father was searching for a new place to park his headquarters…

"I haven't found one decent place to park our new headquarters," the boss of a very large industry complained to his secretary.

"Mr. Bolton, I assure you we will find a perfect spot," the woman replied as she watched him stand up and exit.

"I'm going for a walk," he murmured walking away. His thoughts drifted to his company.

The company he had developed created newer, high tech machinery to improve life for people. They had once invented a car that, although it ran high on gas, was faster and had many more knobs and buttons.

Troy didn't know what to do in life, he didn't really have that motivation you need everyday to get up and keep working. To him work, was work. It wasn't a passion of his but since he was a successor to his father, he had to take the business. On the inside he longed to settle down, get married, and have a family… not that he would admit it to anyone, especially not his father. He was seen as hottest bachelor of the year in business magazines and his dazzling blue eyes captivated even women that weren't interested in business. Almost every woman he met was only after him for the money and his good looks. It was hard for him to find someone that he was remotely interested that he could love for more than five minutes.

000

Gabriella Montez stood on top of a small building with a few fellow earth activists. She wanted to help the environment by teaching people about the causes and effects of pollution. No one could really tell but she was certified as a doctor and went to work a few times a week just to keep some money in her pockets, but whatever was left went to the foundations she donated to. She was so serious about her work that one time she chained her self to a building and wouldn't leave until the police took her away. Whenever she could, she helped an animal and would volunteer at humane societies. Stories about her have been in the magazines and newspapers.

Her long curly black hair blew in the direction of the wind and she prepared to start, "Welcome fellow citizens… I don't want to stand here and tell you what you and others have done wrong to our plant, I want to inform you on how you can help…"

000

Troy Bolton finally reached the very bottom of the stairs and stepped out of the building only to be shrouded by a mist of paparazzi and a crowd of Earth activists. His name was shouted for attention but he learned to ignore it and walked away from the building.

Eventually, he found himself away from everything and the streets suddenly felt a little lonely. Then he saw a small formation of people just ahead, looking up at a woman on top of a shorter building around twenty feet high. It intrigued him so he headed towards it to see what the hubbub was about.

"Do you know what today's technology is doing to our planet and its inhabitants?" the woman up top shouted to the crowd of people that only looked half interested. Some walked away and others joined in. There were some that you could tell were thinking about her question.

"It's destroying our world!" she shouted into a blow horn, "the ice caps are melting and polar bears and penguins are loosing their homes! Animals will die unless we help them. Waters everywhere are polluted and birds are constantly being killed by oil leaks."

Standing amongst the crowd, Troy wondered who this crazy woman was. He knew he had seen her somewhere, her black curly hair along with her petite body was something he didn't think he would easily forget.

"So therefore," her voice rang out, "we need to stop this nonsense and start working to save these creatures."

Then, Troy realized who she was. This woman, now he remembered, was Gabriella Montez. She was in the papers and magazines and even had once handcuffed herself to his building and would not leave until he demanded the police to take her away.

"Go today and tell people to recycle and stop buying cars that use a lot of gas! The earth can't save itself."

Soon, the crowd filtered out and Gabriella Montez was left sitting alone on the rooftop in partial darkness.

Troy still stood just a little bit away from where the crowd had been, staring up at her. She wore clothes that a lot of people like her did, old and raggedy. Her hair was a little messy and she just stared up at the sky. Then, she stood up and walked towards a fire escape herself. Suddenly she tripped on a cord and slid off the edge of the building, only hanging on to the side with her hands. Yes, it was short but it was still high enough to hurt. Troy saw as she struggled to get her leg up but he noticed she was slipping so he ran beneath her just in time to see her fall, screaming and landing in his arms.

As soon as the shock wore away she looked up at him, "Troy Bolton?"

"Yes," he nodded in worry that she was going to faint or something.

"You saved me?" Gabriella asked a little stunned, not realizing she was still sitting bridal style in his arms.

"Yes," Troy nodded again, "yes I did."

"Thank you." She said breathlessly.

"No problem," he grinned widely.

"Now I know your heart is not made of pure ice," she muttered struggling to get away but his grip was too tight.

"Hey," his grin wiped off of his face, "Is that what you say to someone who saved your life?"

"You're right," Gabriella apologized and looked straight at him, "I truly am thankful Mr. Bolton."

"Troy," he told her.

"I prefer Mr. Bolton," she refused sassily. Apparently, she didn't like him much.

"Please just call me Troy," he pressed.

"Mr. Bolton," Gabriella said harshly, "I only call my friends by their first names."

"Ouch," Troy pretended, "That hurt Gabriella."

"Ms. Montez please," Gabriella told him.

"That hurt even more Gabriella," he refused to call her Ms. Montez.

"Ugh," she groaned, "put me down."

He did as was told but said, "I saved your life, how about a date?"

"As much as I would like to, I have to get home and clean my toilet," she said sarcastically.

"Come on," Troy grinned at her and extended a hand as she swiped at her outfit to flatten it.

"No thank you Mr. Bolton," she tried.

"Please," he gave her the saddest looking puppy dog eyes and she couldn't resist his ocean blue eyes.

"Ok," Gabriella gave in, "One date."

"Cool," he grinned widely pulling out a cell phone, "I'll call my limo."

"Nope," she closed it and said, "we're walking."

He closed his eyes for a moment and followed her towards the main streets.