Hi there! This is my first fanfic of Blossom and Brick. This story is based on the movie "High School Musical". Please ignore how ugly is the parahraph, I'm really not that good.

Characters:
Gabriella Montez - Blossom

Troy Bolton - Brick

Chad Danforth - Butch

Taylor Mckessie - Buttercup

Sharpay Evans - Bubbles

Ryan Evans - Boomer

It was a magical New Year's Eve at a vacation resort in the mountains. Gleaming white snow covered the ground, stars sparkled in the crisp, clear air, and everyone was beginning to get in the party mood.
Everyone, that is, except Brick Bolton and his father, Jack, who were still on the basketball court, playing one - on - one. They were covered with sweat, but they were having too much fun to stop.
Brick had the ball, and he was doing a good job of getting around his dad. After all, Brick was on the high school basketball team. Not only that, he was the team captain. He had the smooth moves and explosive action of a real star.
But Jack was more than just Brick's dad. Jack was also the basketball team's coach. So Mr. Bolton gave his son advice as they played.
"Keep working left, Brick" Mr. Bolton said. "The guy guarding you in the championship game won't expect that. You'll torch him"
Brick nodded, breathing hard. "By going left-" he said. "He'll look middle, you take it downtown" his dad - and coach - explained. Brick nodded. "Like this?" He spun past his father, jumped, and sunk a reverse layup. The ball whistled cleanly though the basket. Nothing but net! His father grinned. "Sweet"
Brick grinned back. Nothing felt better than playing basketball when you were in the groove! They could have played all night, but just then Brick's mom walked into the gym. She was wearing a sequined party dress and clearly had things other than B- ball on her mind.
"Boys? Hello?" she called. Once she got their attention, she went on. "Did we really fly all this way to play more basketball"
Brick and his father glanced at each other slyly. They knew she didn't really want an answer to that question, but they gave her one anyway. In perfect unison, they shrugged and said "Yeah"
Mrs. Bolton gave an exasperated sigh. "It's the last night of vacation. The party...? Remember?" Actually, they had both totally forgotten the big New year's Eve party that the resort was holding, but they knew it wasn't wise to admit that.
"Oh, right, right," Mr. Bolton said quickly. "New Year's Eve." he hesitated, then asked, with some fear, "Do we have to wear funny hats"
Absolutley" she said firmly. "And we're due in half an hour. Brick, they have a kids' party downstairs in the Freestyle Club". "Kid's party?" Brick protested. That made him sound like a toddler! "Young adults" his mom quickly amended. "Now go shower up". With heavy sighs, Brick and his did as she said. As Brick took one last glance at the basketball court, he thought, the championship game is in a couple of weeks! I should be practicing, not going to some stupid "kids' party"! Besides, how much fun could hanging out with a bunch of kids possibly be...

Meanwhile, in another part of the lodge, another mother was about to tear her daughter away from a different fascinating activity.
Blossom Montez was comfortably curled up in an overstuffed chair in the sitting area. She was enjoying the peace and quiet- everyone else was already at the party- and had totally lost herself in a book called "If You Only Knew Me". It was the best book she had read since, well, since the last book she checked out of the library, and she couldn't wait to get to the end.
However, she didn't even get to the next page. The book was lifted right out of her hands, and she looked up to see her mother standing over her.
"Bloss, it New Year's Eve," Mrs. Montez said. "Enough reading". "But, Mom, I'm almost done and-" Blossom protested.
Her mother just shook her head. "There's a teen party," she said firmly. "I've laid out your best dress. Go." Blossom eyed her mother's sparkly party dress and sighed. She knew when she was defeated. She nodded, but asked, "Can I have my book back"
Her mother handed it over and Blossom headed toward her room to change. As soon as she was out of her mom 's sight, however, she opened her book and began readin as she walked.
She might have to go to some stupid teen party, she hought, but she didn't plan to turn her brain off until the very last minute.

A short time later, Brick and Blossome were in the teen club, feeling out of place. It was packed with kids wearing goofy party hats, blowing on noisemakers, and laughing.
Everyone else seems to be having fun, Brick thought glumly. He had showered and dressed in nice pants and a pressed shirt, but he just wished he was back on the basketball court.
In another part of the room, Blossom sat by herself, wearing the clothes her mom had laid out. I could be back in my room, reading, Blossom thought wistfully. I was just getting to the good part, too.
Neither one of them was having any fun at all. Most of the kids in the room were watching a karaoke contest that was in full swing on a raised stage. As two teenagers finished their song, the emcee called out cheerfully, "How about that for a couple of snowboarders"
The audience aplauded, and the emcee started looking around the room, trying to spot anyone else who was willing to sing karoake to a room full of strangers. Spotlights twirled ober the crowd, and the music played even louder to get the partygoers' adrenaline pumping.
"All right," the emcee said into his mike. "Let's see who is gonna rock the house next..." That was the cue. The music stopped. The two spotlights picked out the next karoake "volunteers"
One spotlight was on Brick.
The other was on Blossom.
Both looked startled, and even a little terrified. They shook their heads, but it was no use. The emcee jumped into the crowd and pulled them up onto the stage.
Brick and Blossom were mortified. Somehow- they weren't quiet sure how it happened- microphones were put in their hands. There they were stuck. Onstage. The center of attention. And now way to escape.
Before either one of them could actually faint or throw up in fear, the music started. "Well, here goes" Brick thought with resignation. "Might as well make the best of it"
He started singing, softly and carefully. He could barely get the words out. It was all he could do to read the lyrics on the screen of the karoake machine and try to say in tune. He sang:

"Livin' in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance"

No one seemed to be paying much attention to them. That was a good thing, Blossom thought. And, after all, if this boy was willing to risk public humiliation, she might as well be a good sport and try to sing too. She opened her mouth and began singing. Although her voice was just above a whisper, it was sweet and pure. She sang:

"I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart

To all the possibilities"

"All right" she thought. "I can do this. It's not too terrible." "Okay" Brick thought. "At least people aren't throwing things at us" Still, they were too nervous to really belt our the song. They kept singing though, alternating the lines of the ballad. Finally, they looked at each other, hoping for a little help from their partner in embarrassment. As they really saw each other, they both experienced something they never had before.
Brick felt a spark of electricity run over his skin. Blossom felt a warm glow flood through her body. They smiled and, for the first time, began singing to each other. They sang more loudly, more boldly, with more self-assurance.
Suddenly, everyone in the room started to notice: There was something special going on up onstage! Kids began crowding around the edge of the stage, listening and swaying to the music. And now Brick and Blossom were starting to enjoy themselves. Their nervousness was forgotten as they smiled into each other's eyes.
Before long, they were dancing across the stage and back again, as confident as it they were performing at an arena. As they moved to the music, they never took their eyes off each other.
When the song was over, the crowd applauded and cheered. Blossom and Brick smiled, breathless and a little stunned by what had just happened.
Brick leaned over and said, "I'm Brick.
Blossom nodded. "Blossom.
Neither one of them could stop smiling. Both of them felt an excited, fizzy feeling inside, as if the world had just become a lot more fun.

They were still giddy from the excitement of their impromptu performance, so they walk outside in the cold, sparkling air.
"You have an awesome voice," Birck said. "You're a singer, right"
Blossom shrugged. "Just the church choir is all" she smiled and admitted, "I tried to do a solo and nearly fainted." "Why's that?" he asked, surprised. She shook her head at the memory. "I took one look at all the people staring at me, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling. End of solo career"
"The way you sang just now, that's hard to believe" he said sincerely. "This is the first time I've done something like this," she answered. Brick knew how she felt. "Completely" he agreed. "You sound like you've done a lot of singing too" she said. "Oh, sure, lots" he said jokingly. "My showerhead is very impressed with me"
At that moment, everyone around them started chanting in unison: "Ten! Nine! Eight"
This was a magical night, Blossom thought, wishing it would last longer. I can't believe I didn't want to come to this party! Brick thought. This was awesome!
"Three! Two! One"
Everyone began cheering and blowing on their noisemakers. Fireworks burst in the sky in showers of red, gold and blue. Everyone was celebrating- but Brick and Blossom were suddenly feeling awkward.
People kiss each other on New Year's Eve, Brick thought, Should I? It's a tradition to kiss when the clock strikes midnight, Blossom thought, Should he?
Neither one moved. After a few seconds, she smiled and said, "I guess I'd better go find my mom and wish her a Happy New Year.
Brick nodded. The spell was broken, and he was a little relieved. "me, too" he said. "I mean, not your mom-my mom... and dad. I'll call you tomorrow"
He pulled out his cellphone, quickly snapped a picture of her, then handed her the phone. "Put your number in" he said. Blossom grabbed her own phone and handed it to him. "You too" she said.
They quickly switched phones and tapped their numbers in. Then Blossom turned to leave. "Singing with you was the most fun I've had this vacation" he said sincerely, "Where do you live"
Another series of fireworks exploded overhead, drowning out whatever he was saying. Blossom was already at the stairs. Brick stood absolutely still, gazing at her.