Juvy: Hi there ya'll.

Juv: You sound like our 7th grade Spanish teacher.

Juvy: Hey don't be hating she was cool!

Juv: help me

Juvy: Anyway I was browsing through the HSM slash fics and I noticed something; in a lot of the fics Gabbi's a slutty wh-re/b-tch, Chad's an ignorant ass, everyone at school are homophobes, Troy/Ryan's dad is abusive, and Ryan is a lifetime movie waiting to happen. So I wanted to write a story where Gabs wasn't a totally bt-ch/slut, Chad was an ignorant ass, the school wasn't a bunch of homophobic pricks, thier family's were actully accepting, and Ryan was happy. Cause ya know that's possible. So this little baby was born! XD

Juv: Disclaimer: We don't own High School Musical. It and it's many remakes belong to Disney who's milking it for all it's worth.

Juvy: Disney's such an HSM wh-re

Troy knocked on the door and waited nervously. Shifting from foot to foot he began to do a mental replay of what he was going to say. He couldn't come right out and say it…could he? No of course not. Even if they weren't together anymore he still care for her…in a platonic way. He sighed. 'I should listen to Taylor more often', he thought, 'I'm getting a headache from thinking so much.' Did he just make fun of himself?

Troy never got to answer his own question because the door just opened to reveal a very messy looking Ms. Montez. Her dark hair was messy and hung in a low ponytail and her apron was covered in what looked to be flour and…cake batter?

"Um, did I come at a bad time?" Troy asked secretly hoping she would answer yes so he could leave. However it seemed the heavens hated him or fate loved to make him suffer as she shook her head and smiled kindly letting him in.

Walking through the door Troy began to panic again. How was he going to tell Gabriella? Maybe he could lie. Wait no, that wouldn't work his conscience would mentally mutilate him in his every waking moment. Why was he a good guy again? Living evilly looked so much more appealing right now. He heard they had cookies. He liked cookies. Maybe he could leave and go get some.

"Troy!" Damn. So much for his cookies.

"Gabbi." He said plastering on a fake smile. How Barbie did it he'd never know. "I just was, um…in the neighbor hood…" In the neighborhood? How many times had that one been used?

"Really?" Crap! Troy could almost see the skepticism dripping off her voice. Was it too late for those cookies?

"So I see you were baking." Score one for Bolton! Nice subject change. Gabbi was a girl and girls loved to talk about themselves. Right? God he hoped he was right.

"Oh yes! A cake actually, you can have some later." Troy sighed maybe he could avoid telling her for now. "As soon as you tell me why you're here." Damnit, why couldn't Ms. Montez spit out an airheaded girl more obsessed with her hair then the jillion numbers that equaled pie?

"Oh", he let out a nervous laugh, "you caught me." She raised an eyebrow as if to say 'it wasn't that hard.' 'Stupid eyebrow stop insulting me.'

Gabriella redirected them to her living room and sat them on the couch. After a few minutes of tense and frankly awkward silence she cough loudly silently signaling Troy to get on with it.

"You know Gabbi you should get that check out. With all these new diseases going around you can't be too careful."

"Troy." She sighed heavily rubbing her brow.

"Why I just saw a commercial for that new HPV virus in women. You get your shot for that? I hope so. Don't want to get cervical cancer. That'd be a bi-"

"Troy!" Troy stopped short noticing the bright red-hue Gabriella's face had taken. He couldn't help but laugh at her.

"It's not funny. I don't talk about prostate cancer with you. Get that check lately?" She snipped still red.

"Don't think Ryan would approve, her gets jealous easily. Got anything to drink…"

Silence. Did her really just say that? He looked on Gabbi's face expecting to see disgust or revulsion but instead he saw make her way into her kitchen. Oh no! Did he just disgust her so much that she couldn't stand to look at him? What was he going to do now? What if she hated him? What if she told? What if…what if…what if…

Troy's head was reeling with horrible scenarios of how she hated him and would make his life hell, when Gabbi walked back into the living room holding a tray. My god! Was she going to hit him! He raised his arms in defense waiting for the blow.

"Here." What? Where was the hurt? Where was the screaming? Instead all he heard was soft laughter and Gabbi's asking him what he was doing.

He peaked out behind his arms. "I…thought you were going to hit me." He said looking at the tray to see two glasses and a pitcher of ice-tea.

"Don't be silly why would I hit you?" She asked with a giggle pouring the drinks. "Now back to you and Ryan."

This time Troy raised an eyebrow. She wasn't angry? Not even a little? Not bitching about lost love or how could he do this to her?

"Um…"was all he managed.

"Come on Troy I want all the hot little details about you and Ryan. Don't leave anything out."

"What!" That threw Troy for a loop. Details…hot little details. She couldn't possibly mean…No! Never! Troy all but grasped.

"Come on Troy," she whined. "I wanna know. And don't bother looking so shocked you to made it pretty obvious." She giggled, giggled! "But as your ex-girlfriend and one of your best friends I knew that I couldn't push you to tell me. I had to wait for you to feel comfortable enough to tell me. So tell me." She was whining again.

"What…do you want to know?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment then said. "Have you guys done it yet?" This time Troy spit out all the ice-tea he had been drinking and looked at Gabbi like she was a psychopath with a chainsaw. She giggled again.

"I-I'm not telling you that! It's personal!"

"But Troy I wanna know. I bet it's really hot." She said ginning. Was this really Gabbi? Or her evil man-smex obsessed twin?

"Listen I'm glad you accept everything and me but you're freaking me out. I gotta go."

"Wait I must, at the very least, know if you two have reached second-base." She exclaimed grabbing on to his jacket.

"Why?"

"Well you see there was this guy who said that Ryan was a horrible kisser but…"

"He's not. Troy answered quickly. "He's great really. He's tongues' amazing. He does this little thing where he flicks his tongue over my neck and applies just the right amount of pressure to my collarbone, he left a hicky there yesterday, and he knows just where and how to suck on my…"

Troy stopped short looking at Gabbi's awestruck face. 'I think I see stars in her eyes.'

"I gotta go he said standing up and quickly heading for the door." He got no farther protest out of Gabriella but could see she still wanted more information. 'What does she want me to record us together and show them to her?'

Reaching her front door he turned around and looked at her. They were both smiling glad to have one another. "Thanks," Troy said quietly a soft smile donning his face.

"Don't even have to thank me." Gabriella smiled brightly bring her arms up to hug him tightly. This was what best friends were for. He should have known even if what he and Gabbi had wasn't romantic love it was still love. He had been foolish to think that she would hate him for loving someone else, even if that someone else was a guy.

They let go still smiling. "Anymore questions?" He asked humoring her one last time.

"Just one," her smile turned wicked, "can you take pictures for me? For proof of course."

"Ryan! Stop laughing it's not funny!"

"Oh but it is." Ryan said wiping a tear from his eye dramatically. "So what did you tell her?"

Troy glared at the other boy who was sitting at the edge of his bed. He sighed resting his own head against the headboard, "I told her no of course. Pictures! Pictures!" Troy fisted his hair.

"Hey, hey that hairs' mine to fist let go." Ryan said playfully. Troy looked at him eyes darkening.

"You know you are way to far away from me. I can't touch you, here, now." Troy pointed to the spot next to him at the front of the bed. Ryan climbed up obediently sinking into Troys' chest purring like a cat.

"So you really think I'm a great kisser huh?" Ryan said playing with the buttons on Troy's' shirt.

"The very best." Troy smirked liking where this was going, especially Ryan's hands.

"Well I do believe such a compliment deserves a reward." Troy groaned lowly as Ryan began to kiss his jaw slowly, almost torturously, and down his neck. All the while unbuttoning his shirt. He forgot to mention to Gabbi that Ryan was also great at multi-tasking.

"Ah…"but that was a thought for later as a particularly shape bite was pressed to a very sensitive area of his neck and Ryan hands were doing such lovely things to his groin.

If telling Ryan about his embarrassing conversations with Gabbi made him like this then he'd have to tell Gabbi a lot more about their love life. Hey it'd make them both happy.

"So you'd get any dirt?"

"I told you Taylor what me and Troy talk about it just that. Between Troy and me." Gabriella huffed it'd been almost an hour and Taylor was still trying to get dirt on what the two had talked about early. 'And here I thought that the smart ones were immune to gossip.'

"Come on, just a little."

Gabbi sighed. "I'll tell you this. Troy has a secret that he'll share with us when he's ready and we have to support him."

"And?" she could almost hear Taylor holding her breath.

Gabbi bit her lip trying to hide her smile and swallow her squeal, "and Ryan apparently very, very, good with his tongue…in more ways than one."

"I knew it!"

Both girls squealed loudly and continued on with their night.

Juvy: Thanks for taking the time to read.