Hey all. So this is my first non-oneshot in a long time, go easy on me. I'm writing more and more lately cause it helps me release stress. Anyways, this is based off of I Heart Question Mark by Taylor Swift. Except for it might end differently than the song does. Idk. We'll see ;)

Wake-up and smell the break up
Fix my heart, put on my make-up
Another mess I didn't plan
And I'll bet you thought you beat me
Wish you could only see I got an "I Heart ?" written on the back of my hand

"Gabriella Montez, hiding under those big sunglasses isn't going to help."

I scoffed at my best friend Sharpay Evans and attempted to hide myself deeper in my East High hoodie. She had noticed my attitude, no doubt, and yet continued filing her nails with some sparkly pink contraption without even batting an eye. We sat at the Starbucks at Albuquerque's only mall, her sipping her Decaf Low fat Peppermint Mocha Latte with a dollop of whip cream, me drinking my espresso.

"He's not even here, Gabriella," She said my name the way someone would say 'rotten fish sticks.'

"I can't be sure of that. Besides I'm not even supposed to be out. I'm supposed to be huddled in my room, away from people."

She dropped her nail filer on the table, suddenly uninterested in her fingers. "You should be thankful to me that I rescued you from yourself. You can't just spend the rest of your life pent up in your room, hiding away from him."

"Watch me," I challenged, taking a long sip from my drink.

She sighed. "I don't know why I even bother. You are a forced to be reckoned with." And just like that, she went back to nail filing.

I smirked. I loved Sharpay and I knew she genuinely cared about me. But the thing was, sometimes I didn't even care about myself. She was always there though, to help me put my life back together whenever it was broken. She was the closest thing I had to a sister.

And she was the one there when Troy Bolton broke my heart. She was the one who skipped musical rehearsal just so the two of us could have a movie night and pig out on Ben & Jerry's. I never even had to ask for her support. She was just there.

"So what do you wanna do now?" Her nails were perfect now and she needed another source of amusement. "I was thinking we could catch a movie, maybe that new one with Angelina in it. Love her. Although did you see what she wore at the Golden Globes? Disgusting…" She started rambling and I tried to act like I was paying attention. And then I saw him.

"Shit, Pay. He's here."

She stopped talking and her ears perked up.

"In front of the jewelry store across from us," I whispered. As subtle as she could, she lazily glanced over. There he stood, chatting away with his basketball buddies. Big surprise.

"Aw, he looks sad."

I looked at him again. "Are you kidding? He looks ecstatic, overjoyed, elated…okay maybe not elated per say but…"

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. He had a permanent frown on his face and he had huge bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in weeks. As the rest of his friends joked around, he just sat there, trying to look as if he was interested.

"Gabriella, I can't stand to see him like this. Go talk to him."

I downed the rest of my espresso in record time and stood up. "No Pay. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Let's go home now."

She could tell I was pissed off and reluctantly agreed.

I was laying there on my bed, rocking out to my new favorite song whilst trying to write. Writing usually helped me release my anger, or any other feeling inside of me. These days though, it was hard to get any words on paper. Then I got a text. I flipped open my phone.

Get on AIM.

From the asshole himself. I quickly typed in my reply.

Why?

A few seconds later.

Because if you asked me, I would do it for you.

Ugh. Why did he have to be so damn smooth with words? I tried to resist but there was no point. Oh well, I could grant him one last wish – right?

I signed on.

flamingogirlluv: What the hell do you want?

basketball4lyfe: Hello to you too.

flamingogirlluv: Troy, I don't have time for this. I have homework.

basketball4lyfe: Okay. We need to talk.

flamingogirlluv: There's nothing left to talk about.

basketball4lyfe: I miss you Gabi.

flamingogirlluv: I'll bet you do.

basketball4lyfe: Why can't you realize that you will always be the most important thing in my life?

flamingogirlluv: Because it never really seems like that.

basketball4lyfe: Why didn't you come to talk to me today at the mall?

flamingogirlluv: That bitch.

basketball4lyfe: huh?

flamingogirlluv: I can't believe Sharpay told you.

basketball4lyfe: She's a big shipper of us, what did you expect?

flamingogirlluv: Whatever, I have to go.

basketball4lyfe: No! Please don't leave.

flamingogirlluv: What do you want?

basketball4lyfe: Look Gabi. I told you before and I'll tell you again until you get it through that stubborn head of yours. I love you. More than anything. More than basketball, even though I know it doesn't seem that way to you. I'm so sorry I ever hurt you because you know I didn't mean to do it. And if you give me a second chance, I'll make it up to you.

flamingogirlluv has signed off.

basketball4lyfe: Shit Gabi.

So what did you think? Mind you, this isn't going to be a story full of aim convos like other ones. This was just something i wanted to include, cause obviously Gabriella doesn't want to see Troy and aim is really the only place they could talk.

Please review and i'll see if i'll continue or not. (:

~Izzy