Okay, this is number 1. I personally liked number 2 better, but more people liked this one. This one won't be updated very much seeing as how I'm really slow at posting as it is. I'll update when I can, but it's not too often when I do, so be patient please. And don't forget to review. I'd really like to see how you guys like this story.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything except Amy.

Troy Bolton walked down Hollywood Boulevard walking to some resturant his best friend's girlfriend told him and his best friend to meet her at. While walking, he remembered his days playing basketball. Ever since he had injured his leg in college, he hadn't been able to play basketball anymore due to the injury. He had done physical therapy, but it just gave him the ablity to walk normally, not run. His basketball career he thought, was over, but then he got a job coaching a basketball team in a local high school. This wasn't the same as playing himself, but it got him as close to the game as he could, and he loved being able to help make a difference in some kids' lives.

He was so wrapped up in his reminiscence of his past, he didn't even notice a pretty blonde girl walk out of one of the many shops that littered the street. Troy ended up bumping into her and knocking her and himself to the ground. The girl had dropped her purse too and all of its contents had spilt onto the ground, he helped her start picking up the things before trying to stand up.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been watching where I was going," he said hoping that she wasn't going to be mad.

"Oh, no problem, I was in my own world and wasn't really paying attention myself," she replied. That voice sounded so familiar to Troy, but where had he heard it before. He looked down at one of the papers that he had grabbed and saw that it was a program from the play Wicked.

"Hey, was Wicked good, I've been meaning to see it myself," he said handing the papers back to her.

"Well, the papers say it's good, but my opinion might be biased because I'm in it," she replied.

"Oh really, wow, who do you play," he asked her amazed that he had met a real actress that performed in Hollywood.

"I play Galinda and I love it," she said looking at him for the first time. "You know, you look awfully familar, do I know you?"

"I don't know, but you sound familiar," he replied, "what's your name, that might help."

"My name's Sharpay Evans," she replied. "What's yours?"

Too stunned to speak, Troy stood there looking at the person who was the ice queen that he had always known in high school. He couldn't believe how great she looked now. He remembered all the times at East High. How he and Gabi had beaten her out for the musical.

He was snapped out of his thoughts, by Sharpay, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Um yeah, but you wanted to know my name right, Sharpay?"

"Yes, I want to know if I remember you from somewhere," she replied.

"Well, surprise, it's me Troy, Troy Bolton," he said wondering how she would react.

"Troy! How have you been?" She asked him throwing him off guard. He was expecting her to be like she used to be, stuck up and mean. Not like this, not some nice down to earth, beautiful actress.

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm great, we should really catch up some time."

"Well, if you're not busy now, why don't you go with me over to some resturant. Chad you remember him right?" she nodded. "Well his new girlfriend wants me and him to meet him over there."

"Well, which one is it? I actually need to meet my friend at some resturant, too. She's trying to set me up with this guy who's like best friends with her boyfriend," she said.

"Well, I'm heading down this way," he said pointing.

"That's cool, I'm headed this way too." The two headed down the street and both stopped at the same resturant saying that was the place they needed to be.

Troy instantly spotted Chad while Sharpay instantly spotted someone else "I've got to go this way," they both said the same time and pointing in the same direction.

"Um, okay, could I get your number so we could hang out some time?" Troy asked her.

"Yeah, sure. That would be great," she replied pulling out a pen to write her number on his hand.

"Cool, well, I guess I'll see you later," he said and walked towards Chad. He saw Chad's girlfriend get up and walk over towards Sharpay with a big smile on her face. This confused Troy. How did Chad's girlfriend, Amy, know Sharpay?

"Hey dude," Chad greeted him.

"Hey, so like why are we here?"

"Well, Amy has this friend that she wants to set you up with. She won't tell me who it is though."

"Then why is she talking to Sharpay?"

"Do you mean Sharpay Evans? The Ice Queen?" Chad asked not believing his ears.

"Yeah, oh wait. She said that she was here to meet a friend, and Amy is setting me up with a friend, does that mean that I'm being set up with Sharpay?"

"Wow, I guess so. Who would've ever thought?" Chad asked shocked.

"I know, but this means that I get to spend more time with her, yes!" he exclaimed.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're actually looking forward to spending time with Ice Queen Evans?"

"Yeah, she's changed a lot since high school. She's so nice, sweet, extremely beautiful, and not to mention a famous actress," Troy said half way dreaming.

"Man, you've got it bad already," Chad said. Just then, Amy and Sharpay walked to the table. Amy had a big smile on her face.

"Chad, Troy, this is Sharpay Evans. She's an actress is Wicked and one of my best friends and she's going to have lunch with us today," Amy said introducing her.

Sharpay sat down next to Troy while Amy sat down next to Chad. "So Sharpay, what's new in your life since high school?" Chad asked her.

"Well, since East High, I've gone to Julliard and then I acted in some shows on Broadway until I decided that I wanted to move to California where I could act, but the city wouldn't be too big. Now, I'm Galinda in Wicked and I also have an audition to be in some movie later today," Sharpay told him.

"Yep, Sharpay is a very talented actress," Amy said proud of her best friend.

"She always has been," Troy said with a smile on his face, making Sharpay blush.

"Wait, so you guys know each other?" Amy asked finally catching the hints that they've met before.

"Yeah, ever since we were little," Troy explained. "We all used to live down the street from each other and then we went to school with each other. But we haven't seen Sharpay since high school. Well, except for when I ran into her today."

"Literally, he seriously did run into me and spilt everything in my purse," Sharpay said jokingly.

"Not on purpose though," Troy said trying to defend himself.

"I know, I was only kidding," she replied. "So, are you two still lunk headed basketball boys?"

"Well, actually I play in my free time and Troy was going to go pro, but due to a leg injury, he had to give it all up," Chad said sadly.

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry," Sharpay said regretting bringing it up.

"That's alright, I'm a professional coach now, and that's pretty cool. You didn't know either, so don't worry about it," Troy said trying to reassure her.

"So Chad, let's go get something to eat, Troy, Sharpay, do you want us to get you guys anything?" Amy asked wanting to give the two some alone time.

"Oh, I can go get it myself," Sharpay said standing up.

"How about we just all go get the food?" Troy asked still wanting to talk to Sharpay.

"That's fine with me," Chad replied not catching what Amy was trying to do.

"Okay, then let's go. Troy why don't you and Shar go in that line over there and we'll see who can get their food the fastest?" Amy said modifying her plan.

"Okayyy," Sharpay said wondering why her friend was pushing her to go spend time alone with Troy Bolton.

She and Troy walked over to the other line. By the end of lunch, the two had grown to be friends quite quickly.

A/N: There you go. I'm going to plan out the rest of the story before I post anymore chapters. I also have some other things to do. I'm half done with the next chapter for Return to School so that'll be posted in the near future. Please review. That's like my only way of knowing how you guys like this story.

Jenny