A/N: I got this huge craving to write a cute, romantic, fun story that was all fluff and light-hearted. Hopefully I can gain plenty of fans to keep fueling my desire to continue with this story. I'm planning on updating once a week, but again, it all depends on the reviews I get.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to HSM.

Everything About You

Chapter 1 – When Brown Met Blue

"When I first saw you, I was afraid to talk to you. When I first talked to you, I was afraid to like you. When I first liked you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you I'm afraid to lose you."

- Unknown

She was running late that Tuesday morning, or rather, "whatever day" dubbed by her Psychology teacher Mrs. Keesling. It certainly was a "whatever day" as the bitter New England air blew harshly onto her olive toned face, as she used her glove clad hand to search her pockets for a tissue to blow her running nose, to no avail though.

The sun was shinning but that was certainly no reason to be happy for Gabriella Montez on that unfortunate and rocky "whatever day."

Her hair straightener decided not to work this morning, so she had to rush around her house looking for her curling iron that her mother kept stealing from her. With the dire realization that she'd be wearing her hair curly that day, her whole outfit thus had to be changed. It didn't help matters that her alarm clock had gone off ten minutes later than usual, which completely threw off her entire morning routine.

She became frustrated quickly and had to settle on less than pleasing that morning. Gabriella decided on pinning her hair half up and half down, adding some mascara and lip gloss to her face before she slid on her gray Ugg boots over her dark blue skinny jeans.

When it came to New England, comfort and being warm always won over cute and fashionable.

But she had to admit, given the unfortunate circumstances of her rough morning, she did look pretty cute as warm air finally blew into her face as she entered the large high school, East High. With her dark skinny jeans and gray Ugg boots, Gabriella had put on creamy lace tank top that had an empire waist before putting on her favorite red sweater and a long silver necklace to complete her look. All in all, she thought she did a pretty good job for a "whatever day."

"Good morning Gabriella," spoke Mr. Barber, one of the guidance counselors that Gabriella was very familiar with at her school.

"Good morning Mr. Barber, how are you doing on this bright and freezing day?" Gabriella held her school binder under her arm while she worked to remove her gloves.

"I convinced them to crank the heat up in the Guidance office, so I can safely say I'm doing excellent now," responded Mr. Barber with a wink.

"Ohh Mr. Barber, you're such a smart man. I'm off to homeroom, but I'll be seeing you shortly after no doubt."

"Looking forward to it Ms. Montez."

Gabriella had placed her gloves in her over sized purse resting on her right shoulder before her fingers found the buttons to her black pea coat and un-did them. She waved and smiled at her fellow classmates and teachers on her way up the stairs to the third floor; where all the senior homerooms and lockers were placed. There was nothing worse the painful and torturous journey up the three flights of stairs. By the end of the second level she always had to stop and rest and pray there was a teacher there to chat with so she didn't look too ridiculous for stopping suddenly.

When all was said and done, Gabriella had finally gotten to her locker, removed her winter coat that never seemed to warm her up enough, and made her way to her homeroom where she would zone out her annoying homeroom teacher and chat with her best friends about anything they could think of.

"Hey Gabs! You're looking a little all-over-the-place today!"

That was certainly not the type of greeting Gabriella had been hoping for.

"Chad Danforth? One of these day's I swear to god I-"

"Gabi Gabi Gabi, lets just sit and chat, shall we?"

Taylor McKessie. She always knew what to say when to say it. And she always stopped Gabriella from vocalizing her desire to kill Chad Danforth.

Gabriella huffed before walking past Chad and sliding in the seat diagonally behind him, next to her best friend Taylor.

"Thanks for stopping me once again Tay. You know, it's okay, you don't always have to come and save the day. Because if you'd just stop and realize what would happen if you didn't, the world would be such a better place," said Gabriella with a tremendous amount of sarcasm laced onto her voice.

"Oh, is that so? You being locked up in prison for life with no parole would be a good thing? Because I'm pretty sure my life would suck without you in it," replied Taylor with the same amount of sarcasm.

"Boys," the both muttered at the same time.

Not seconds later did the bell ring signaling the end of homeroom and Taylor and Gabriella quickly got up to make their way out to their lockers.

"Gabs, you know I was just messing around with you back there, right?" questioned Chad as he allowed his shoulder to fall onto the locker next to Gabriella's. A basketball was in one hand, and his other remained empty.

"I swear Chad. Do you even go to class during the day? Or do you and Mr. Basketball just goof off all day long together?"

A huge smile spread over Chad's face before he engulfed one of his best friends into a huge bear hug, making sure to cut off her air supply in the process.

"Chad. Chad! Can't. Breath."

Quickly, Chad pushed himself away from Gabriella's body, checking to make sure his basketball was still safely secure in his hands too.

"You sure are something else Gabriella Montez. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, Chad, keep up those extremely sweet and sensitive remarks you keep making every morning and you'll soon find out."

Gabriella shut her locker door with ease as she lifted her purse back over her shoulder and adjusted her binder in her arm.

"You love me too much to ever leave me."

Gabriella's angelic laughter filled everyone's ears as she bent over in giggles at her friends remark. "So true Chad... so true."

With that she sent him a playful punch in the shoulder before turning on her heel towards the direction of the stairwell where she'd make her way back down the three flights of stairs.

It was her senior year in high school, but she already had enough credits to graduate, so most of her time during the school day she spent it in the guidance office. Her only classes consisted of Honors Psychology, Honors Sociology, AP English 12, and AP Calculus. Other than that you could find Gabriella basking in the only heated area of the school, chatting with the young and friendly guidance counselors that she considered friends.

Gabriella was sometimes called "Guidance Girl," but she wasn't at all ashamed of it. She felt extremely lucky to have grown the connections and relationships that she had. College was a much smoother process for her than for most people, and because she was so "special" the guidance secutary often let her go on the extra computer and do whatever she wanted.

But Gabriella was often volunteering when she was down there. As a peer mentor and peer leader, she spent a lot of time with new students and their adjustments to a new school, as well as talking to troubled and struggling students and offering them some support and confidence for them to succeed.

The Guidance Department Head, Ms. Rosher, had informed Gabriella on Monday that a new student would be arriving on Tuesday and she was going to be showing him around. All that Gabriella knew was that it was a boy; she didn't even know what grade he was in.

As Gabriella made her way down the three flights of stairs, she went to take a turn towards her destination when she felt her face collide with a hard object. Her first though? Where the hell did that wall come from? Her second? There has never been a wall there before. Ever.

A muffled "oooff" was spoken before Gabriella felt gravity give way beneath herself. Slowly but surely she braced herself for the hard fall that she was about to encounter. The pain that would erupt through her body as her bones hit the hard stone tiled floors that she had been walking on moments before.

But before any collision took place, Gabriella felt a strong arm gently yet securely brace across her back and pull her upright into his chest. The use to be "wall" was now some guys chest.

Thank god. She would have been utterly confused to know that someone had built a new wall over night.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" spoke Gabriella quickly before she felt all of her belongings fall to the floor and her eyes focused on the blue polo shirt in front of her.

"No, don't apologize, I was in your way, sorry."

The sound of a boy's masculine and velvet voice pulled Gabriella's eyes up from the stripes on the polo to meet the eyes that belonged to the strong and hard chest. And when her deep mocha eyes met his breathtaking cyan blue eyes.

For the second time that morning, Gabriella felt gravity give way beneath her and if it wasn't for this striking person's strong arms, she would have fallen once more.

Her mouth opened slightly in awe, and she noticed that he had done the same. She tried to talk, she tried to think, she tried.. for anything, but got nothing but another lame sorry.

"Don't be. Again, totally my fault. Here, let me help you."

It was as if she had been shoved out of a warm house on a blistering cold winter night with no jacket on. When his fingers left the small of her back and their chest separated, she almost cried out in the pain that came from the loss of physical connection that the had had.

Her eyes reluctantly left his as the followed his hands down to the ground where he was gathering her belongings. She was about to reach down to help, but found he was much too quick and he was now standing in front of her again holding out her binder and purse to her.

"Here you go, and again, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, really."

A small blush graced her cheeks as she felt the mystery boys fingers on her shoulder as he helped her with her purse. "Don't worry about it," she whispered back, before painfully walking away from the gorgeous boy.

She quickly adverted her eyes from his perfect body and tried to remember who she was and where she was going. Guidance. That's where.

Yup. She sure as hell needed some guidance now.

Gabriella noticed that her hand was shaking as she slid the door nob downwards to open the door to the guidance library. She quickly shook it by her side, confused by her bodies actions, before she stepped inside.

"Good morning Gabriella," spoke Mrs. Reed, the guidance secutary who sat behind the large desk in front of her.

Gabriella easily made her way over to the sign-in clip board where she neatly scrawled her name before smiling back at the lady.

"Good morning Mrs. Reed. How are you doing today?"

"Oh you know.. the usual. Just thanking Mr. Barber for giving us some heat today."

Both of their laughter lit up the large room as they proceeded to talk about the latest gossip and news stories that they had heard.

"Hello ladies, how are things going today?" asked Ms. Rosher, who had suddenly appeared behind the two ladies.

"Things are great Ms. Rosher. Need any help with anything today? I'm all yours!" exclaimed Gabriella, as she turned her body around in the comfortable swivel chair she was seated in.

"Super! Remember how I was telling you we'd be having a new student today? Well, he's here, and I've set him up with a similar schedule to yours so that you can show him around and stuff, is that okay?"

"Sounds great Ms. Rosher, you know me, up for anything! Is he here yet?" Gabriella strained her neck to look around the rest of the guidance office looking for any new students, but recognized them all.

"Nope, not yet, but he should be walking in any minute now."

The three ladies changed the topic back to the donuts that Mr. Barber had gone to get for breakfast before they heard the door to the library opening.

"May I help you?" questioned Mrs. Reed.

"Uhh.. yeah. I'm looking for Ms. Rosher?"

Gabriella's eyes had been glued to her cell phone where she was reading a text from Tay when she heard the boy speak. Instantly, her fingers froze on her blackberry and she waited for someone to speak again.

"That's me! You must be our new student," greeted Ms. Rosher.

"I uh, guess that'd be me then," he replied.

"Excellent. We'll, I've already set up your schedule to be mirroring one of our finest students and she'll be showing you around East High as well. Gabriella, meet Troy Bolton. Troy Bolton, this is Gabriella Montez."

Gabriella's fingers stopped moving long ago, and she was pretty sure her heart beat had stopped with it. Slowly, she raised her head to meet the talking voices.

And brown met blue once more.

Was that bad? I feel like this is my first time with the whole 'High School' romance writing thing, so please be honest and tell me what you think!

As for my You, Me and the Stars fans, I'm not sure when I'll be able to update that story again. It's very emotionally draining for me, and right now I'm just not in the mood for that.

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