Okay so I know I've kinda been missing in action, and not updating either of my stories. I've got the SATs this weekend, so I've been really busy studying for that but other than that, I really don't have any other good excuse. I guess I've just had a bad case of writers block. I have like half a chapter for On The Line so I should be able to finish that up soon, and I really need to and want to start the next chapter of Catch Me When I Fall. So I'm hoping that once I finish OTL's chapter I'll start on that. But this is just something I've been working on to get over my writer's block. It will hopefully end up being a 3-shot, I don't really want to make it into a whole new story but, its based on Katy Perry's song Thinking Of You. The lyrics will be throughout all of the chapters and the story will of course go along with them. (At least I hope it will lol) So anyway here's the first part of the story. I hope you all like it, and as always reviews would be AMAZING. Ilove reading them; both the good and the bad so, feel free to leave whatever. I'm totally open to constructive criticism. Anyways I'll end this novel I ended up writing and get on to the story, enjoy and REVIEW!

Comparisons are easily done,
once you've had a taste of perfection.

Like an apple hanging from a tree, I pick the ripest one, I still got the seed.

Thick, dull, gray clouds covered the sky over Albuquerque, New Mexico, and cold, hard rain poured from them, which was something that rarely happened. Weather like this caused most if not all people to stay dry inside, and this time it was no different. It was almost like no one lived here, the stores were empty and the streets were bare. Anyone in his or her right mind was inside staying warm and dry, well all but one person. And that one person was me, Gabriella Montez. I normally hate the rain, thunderstorms especially, because they always make everything lifeless and dreary. The only reason I was out walking in, what could quite possibly be the worst storm in years, was because I felt as dull and lifeless as the storm was. Normally during storms like this I was safe and secure in my house being comforted by none other than the Troy Bolton. But not this time, no, see he was the real reason why I was marching through the mud and ankle-high puddles. He was the reason why I felt completely empty inside and the reason why my life was crashing all around me. There were only two people I knew I could rely on at a time like this and they were Taylor McKessie and Ryan Evans. But unfortunately for me, neither of them were answering their phones. After finding out that Taylor was visiting her grandparents for the weekend, I knew all I could do was walk and walk until I reached the mansion-sized home of the Evans'. By the time I actually made it to their house and passed through the gated driveway and up the long and perfectly groomed front lawn, I was completely soaked from head to toe. All I could hope for was that Sharpay wouldn't answer the door. The last thing I needed was her opinion. And thankfully one thing went right for me, not only did someone else answer the door, it was the exact person I wanted to see.

"Gabriella? What are you doing? Its like the perfect storm out here!" Ryan said, somewhat in shock. "I didn't do anything." Was all I could come up with to say, and I repeated it over and over again until a fresh batch of tears started flowing from my eyes.

"Gab, are you crying?" He asked quietly, as another round of thunder and lightning roared throughout the sky. "Come on, get in here. You have got to be freezing." He said as he pulled my shaking body into the house and out of the storm.

"Here take these." Ryan said as he wrapped a large towel around me and handed me a pair of pink sweatpants and a white tank top. "Just don't tell Sharpay I borrowed them from her." He laughed slightly, obviously trying to get some sort of reaction out of me, but it didn't work, and nothing would.

After I changed into the set of dry clothes, I found my way back into the living room, where Ryan was on the couch on his cell phone. "No screw you Bolton! I swear if I find out you did something to her I will kill you myself!" he yelled, slamming his cell phone shut and throwing it across the room. He ran his hands through his light blonde hair and growled in frustration before looking up and saw me practically hiding in the corner.

"I'm sorry Gabby, come over and sit. You still look pretty cold." He said softer and I slowly made my way over to the couch and sat down next to him. He covered me with a blanket and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. "There, now can you please tell me why you ended up on my door step, drenched and crying?"

"Do you have ten years to listen to it all?" I asked quietly, almost in a whisper. I was surprised Ryan even heard it. "I've got all the time in the world. Don't worry about me. Just tell me what's up, so I can help." And that's when the thoughts of the days events came rushing back. I wiped a stray tear off my cheek and took a deep breath; it was going to be a hard story to tell.

Earlier that day.

"Gabriella, we really need to talk." Troy said after the two finished their lunch. "Alright what about?" Gabriella asked cautiously, she knew something was wrong.

"About you and Ryan." Troy mumbled, as he stared down at the floor. "Yeah what about us?" Gabriella asked, still not sure where this whole conversation was going.

"Look I've been hearing stuff around school, and now I'm starting to realize it myself. Ryan obviously likes you and you both do hang out a lot. Almost as much if not a little more than we do…"

"That's not true Troy! And you know Ryan is one of my best friends! Since when am I not allowed to hang out with him? I mean what are you trying to say?" Gabriella said, her voice elevating more and more.

"I don't know, I'm just sick of seeing you hanging out with Evans all the time. I know there's something between you two and I don't want to be in the middle of it. The whole damn school sees it, you guys laughing and hugging every chance you get. Extra dance practice during the musicals, I mean come on Gabriella did you really think anyone, especially me, would believe that you both were just rehearsing?" Troy yelled, as he got up and started pacing back and forth.

"Yeah I did think that! Cause that's all that happened! Damn it Troy, Ryan and me are just friends! Why can't you just accept that?" Gabriella screeched, as tears started to pool in her eyes, she did not like where this was going. "I can't accept that because I know it's more than that. You can tell just by the way you guys look at each other! And I can't deal with it anymore. I'm done Gabriella, I'm sick of being the third wheel to you. It's over." Troy said, trying his best not to get anymore angry.

"What do you mean?" Gabriella whispered. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I mean its over between us. I think we both know who you want to be with, so go ahead and forget about me and move on to Evans." Troy said a bit softer as he turned around and made his way out of Gabriella's house, leaving her broken and crying in her kitchen.

You said move on
where do I go?
I guess second best is all I will know.

I knew telling that story was a bad idea, by the time I finished going through every detail, I was a sobbing, shaking mess. Ryan hadn't said anything the whole time; he just nodded and rubbed my back, obviously trying to help me feel better. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding back so much anger. I knew he wanted to find Troy and strangle him for making me feel this way. "I'm so sorry Gabby. I know that might not mean much, but I really am." He said softly and hugged me quick. I nodded and looked up at him, with tears still escaping from my eyes, "No it does. It means a lot, trust me." I whispered as Ryan wiped more of my tears away. I never realized how much of a hold Troy had on me. I literally couldn't function properly and it was all because of him. And I guess I never realized how much of a friend Ryan was. He was doing more for me than I ever could have expected and all I could do was hope that he knew I was thankful for that.

"I guess this is what I get for not listening to you when we became friends last year huh?" I mumbled into his shirt, trying to control my sobbing. "What do you mean?"

"Remember you told me to watch out for Tr…" And that's all I could say. It was basically impossible for me to say his name. It hurt too much and I didn't think I could myself though any more pain, I was in enough already. "Troy?" Ryan finished for me, and I just nodded slightly. "Yeah I do remember that. But its not your fault, Bolton has always been like this. I'm surprised you guys lasted this long." Ryan said coolly. I could feel all of his muscles tightening as he talked about Troy. This was something Ryan wasn't going to let go any time soon.

"I guess I should be too then, right?" I asked quietly, wiping the remaining tears away and sighing. "I think so. Look Troy has never been one for relationships. He might seem like the nicest guy out there but I wouldn't believe that all the time." Ryan said as I sat up and pulled away from him. I knew Ryan was probably right, but I just couldn't let myself believe that. Troy had been an amazing boyfriend; this was the first and obviously last fight we ever had. I just didn't want to believe that the Troy Bolton I knew was actually an ass. Ryan looked over at me and must have known that he had hit a sore spot so he gave me an apologetic smile and stood up.

"Why don't I take you home and get you settled in?" He offered, but I stayed still, there was no way I could go back to my house, it was just too soon. "Ry, is there anyway I could stay here tonight? My mom is out of town again, and I don't want to stay alone during this storm. Please?" I practically begged and with a small smiled Ryan caved. "Of course Ella, you can stay as long as you'd like." Ryan's answer was like a slap in the face to me. He called me the one of the few nicknames that only Troy was allowed to call me. Right when that word left his mouth, my heart sunk and a new wave of tears formed, causing me to get upset all over again.

"Ella, what's wrong?" Ryan asked in a confused and concerned voice. "Don't call me Ella." I whispered in an inaudible voice. Ryan leaned in to try and hear it but it was no use. "What?" He asked a bit louder, probably trying to get me to speak up. "Don't call me Ella." I whispered again, trying to be louder, but it didn't work, it hurt too much. "I'm sorry Gabby I have no idea what you're saying."

"I said don't call me Ella!" I screeched, pulling my legs up to my chest and curling into a ball. "You know that's Troy's nickname!" I cried out once I felt his arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry Gabby, I forgot, honestly I did. Calm down, it will never happen again, I promise." Ryan said, trying to get me to relax and calm down. After a few minutes my breathing returned to normal, and the tears stopped falling. Ryan used this opportunity to help me up the stairs and into one of the many guest rooms in his house.

"Here, just lay down and get some sleep. You need it. My room is right next door, so you know where to find me." He said as I laid down and he pulled the blanket over me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, just like Troy used too…

"Ryan…" I said softly before he left. "Yeah Gabby?" he asked, turning around and looking over at me. "Is it wrong for me to still love him?" I whispered, as Ryan's smile faded and the look of sympathy washed over his face. "No, not at all Gabriella. It's perfectly normal."

Alright, well that was the first part, I hope you all like it, and part two should be up very soon! And as always, don't forget to review, it only takes a second.