Hello everyone, its seems like forever since I have attempted to write a full length story, and now sees like a good time to start. I've had a couple of ideas, well more than a couple, and am finding it really hard to decide which one I want to actually write. But, after thinking about it for a while, I decided. In the spirit of the recently finished Winter Olympics, I decided to tribute them. But, not the real athletes, the characters of Gabriella and Troy in the place of the athletes and I think it will be really good. I hope to write this in a shorter amount of time than my last story, which was published a lot slower than I initially intended, but we'll see how it goes.

I hope you guys enjoy this story because I know that I'm going to have a lot of fun writing it! Please review and tell me what you think.

Speechless Chapter One: Dreams

"The way I see it, there are two kinds of dreams. One is a dream that's always going to be just that... A dream. A vision that you can never really hold in your hand. Then there's a dream that's more than a dream its like... A map. A map that you live by and follow for the rest of your days Knowing that someday your going to stand on top of that Mountain holding everything you thought of Right There In Your Hand!"
-Robert Cooper

"When a dream takes hold of you, what can you do? You can run with it, let it run your life, or let it go and think for the rest of your life about what might have been."
-Patch Adams

Never in a million years did Gabriella think that she would be standing there today, ready to say her goodbyes to her mother and her father. The people surrounding her were beginning to blur as the tears gathered on her lower lashes, threatening to fall with just a single blink. This was it, the first time she was going to travel without her parents, and it was to a different country. But despite the fear she felt of being on her own, this was a dream come true, one that she had envisioned countless times before. But, it wasn't until right now that all of the emotions that came with the dream were crashing into her like a ton of bricks. She blinked and the wet tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving long glistening paths down her smooth skin behind them before dripping off the end of her chin and soaking into the fabric of her warm-up jacket. The black material was embroidered with the trade mark American fag, and the signature Olympic rings, and along with her last name across her shoulder blades. Sniffing, she brought her neatly painted black fingernails up to her face and cleared it of the offending liquid before letting her now damp fingers fall to her thigh where she wiped her hand on the light destroyed material.

"I'm going to miss you so much Mama." Gabriella spoke in a soft raspy voice, attempting to prevent the rest of the tears from falling down her face. She sniffled again, and took a step forward so that she could embrace her mother in a hug. Soon enough, her father's comforting arms were around both her and her mother as they shared a family embrace. "And you too Daddy." She turned her face so that she could see how proud her father was of her.

"Me too baby," her father responded before giving another tight squeeze and letting go, "I want you to have fun, but don't do anything stupid and make sure you watch your money." Gabriella giggled a little bit and let go of her mother. She turned around and bent down to the floor to pick up her black North Face back pack before swinging it around and putting it on both of her shoulders. They had already checked the rest of her baggage, and now all there was to do was part ways. She took her oversized purse from her fathers hand and hugged him around the neck tightly one more time.

"Goodbye Daddy, I love you so much…" she kissed his cheek and pulled back smiling. He was too, but there was that hint of sadness and worry in the corner of his gaze. She shrugged it off and turned to her mother. Tears were falling down her mother's face too and a tissue was in hand, ready to absorb the released tears. "Bye Mama, I'll call as soon as I get there." she told her and embraced her mother one more time before backing up smiling.

"You packed your skates right Gabriella?" her father asked and she nodded while rolling her eyes. That was the reason that she was going away in the first place, how could she forget the biggest part of her, skating was her love, there's no place she would rather be than on the ice. Accepting her silent answer, her father placed an arm around her mother's shoulders and squeezed a little.

"Be careful of all the boys Mija, I don't want any of them to steal your heart." Maria smiled a little with a hint of truth behind her words. There was going to be people from all over the world there, and if she falls for someone from far away, it would hurt a lot to have to say goodbye. She just laughed and waved timidly before turning around and walking into the maze of security before glancing back one last time to see her father hugging her mother, whom Gabriella assumed had finally broken down in full out tears. She stepped into line and proceeded to make her way through, taking off her shoes and stepping through the metal detector. She gathered her bag at the end, and placed it back on her back as she read the signs and went the indicated way to gate G-17, direct flight to Vancouver, Canada.

Upon arriving at the gate, Gabriella noticed that the seats were full and realized that she would have to stand until the plane was ready to board. She didn't want to just stand there though, so she opted to walk around and find an interesting magazine that she could read while she was on the long plane ride. Passing by many airport shops, she finally found one filled with magazines on every wall and on shelves in the middle too. So, she went inside and scanned the shelves until she found a couple that looked interesting. They included Seventeen, People, and Rolling Stone. Happy with her choices, she walked up to the register and set the magazines down on the counter before digging through her purse to find her wallet.

"You're a lot prettier in person…" the guy at the stand stated. Gabriella stopped what she was doing and looked up timidly, she didn't know if she had heard him correctly or not. She was met by a pair of deep green eyes and a smirk on the blonde boys face.

"Excuse me?..." she responded, suddenly feeling naked under his gaze. She brought her hand up and tucked a stray piece of hair out of her face, before a blush erupted on her thin cheeks.

He laughed and scanned the magazines. "I'm not some crazy stalker guy or anything, but my sister is a figure skater and you're her hero. Every time that she gets a new magazine with your picture in it, she screams and runs to show me." He smiled a little before hitting a key on the keyboard to make the printer come to life, recording the sale with a receipt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that must be really annoying." She looked down at her purse again to find her wallet, but still felt his eyes on her. "How much do I owe you?" she looked up with her eyes through her thick lashes and blushed again.

"You don't think you're famous do you? You have no idea how many girls out there are looking up to you? How many guys are wishing they were me right now?" he smirked with a knowing glance and shook his head. "The world needs more people like you, and less like him…" the guy, whose name was Aaron according to his nametag, pointed to a picture on the front of the People magazine. Gabriella's eyes followed his finger and landed on a picture of Troy Bolton, favorite to win the snowboarding gold medal in cross and half pipe. It was unheard of that one boarder competes in both events, but Troy was going to and it was all over the news every time that she turned it on. It was annoying that he was getting all of the press, but was that really his fault? Maybe he just wanted to compete in both because he loved the sport, not because he needed the attention.

"Thanks, I guess… but how can you say that without even knowing him?" she questioned and pulled out a twenty dollar bill hoping that it would cover the cost and handed it to him. Aaron, without hesitation, started pressing buttons on the keyboard like a pro and the drawer opened, and he got the correct change for her purchase.

"I see him and hear about him all the time. See, my sister looks up to you, but she is completely in love with this Troy guy." Gabriella nodded and took her change from his larger hand. "She's gonna be so pissed that I got to meet you and she didn't. Could you maybe sign an autograph for her?" he said and tapped his foot nervously on the ground. Gabriella still couldn't get over the fact that Aaron had made the assumption that Troy was a bad person just because of a picture or something in an article that was probably used out of context, but none the less, she was now intrigued to know everything there was to know about Troy Bolton, starting with the article in People magazine.

"I'd love to if you want me to…" she smiled and hooked the bag with the magazines around her wrist before shoving her wallet back into her purse. He smiled and got a magazine that he knew had her picture in it, and set it down on the counter. He flipped through the pages and stopped when he got to an article about her. He handed her a sharpie marker and smiled. "What's her name?"

"Rachel, she is going to love me so much!" he exclaimed and it was a good thing that they were the only two in the store. Gabriella giggled a little and looked down at the picture before writing,

Rachel,

Keep skating and don't let anyone bring you down… especially your older brother :). You can do it, I believe in you, and maybe one day you'll be living your dream just like I'm living mine right now.

Lots of Love, Gabriella

She looked over the short message and smiled to herself. "Just so you know Aaron, this was my first ever autograph." He smiled and closed the magazine before scanning it and ringing it up for himself. He pulled a wallet out of his back pocket and paid for it before placing it under the counter, where Gabriella assumed the rest of his things were.

"She's never going to believe me that it is the real Gabriella Montez that signed the magazine." He sighed and smiled at the same time.

"We could take a picture and send it to her, and then she has to believe you." He smiled and stood up again from off the stool and came over to her side of the counter and looked at her. Gabriella slipped off the backpack that she was still holding and then set her purse down next to it, before straightening out her shirt and looking back up at him.

"Brilliant idea." He pulled out his phone and turned on the camera before taking a step closer to her and placing his hand on her waist behind her back. "Ready?" he asked and looked at her for confirmation.

"Yeah." She turned her torso towards him and looked at the camera with a small sexy smile, her voluminous curls cascading over her shoulder. He held the phone up and snapped the picture. He pulled it back and looked at the picture, before turning it towards her and showing her the finished product. She smiled and looked up at him. "I want that, it's so cute." She said and smiled brightly while pulling out her phone and opening it.

"So it's good?" he asked and looked at her. "You're not gonna make me take twenty like the girls at school do?"

"Why would they make you take more than one?" she smiled and took his phone out of his hand and quickly typed in her number and sent the picture to herself before handing it back. Gabriella waited anxiously for the picture to come through, it was her first fan encounter ever and she wanted to remember it, even if it did put her at risk because she had given her number to a complete stranger.

"Their hair was messed up, or they didn't have enough lip gloss on… I don't know for sure, but some girls are so stuck up and all they care about is image." He smiled down at her as the message appeared on her phone and her face lit up. "I wish I knew a girl like you."

"Thanks I think." She blushed deeply once again and tucked her hair behind her ear. He was good looking, and seemed to have a brain for himself rather than just being a mindless football player. And...Gabriella was pretty sure that Aaron was hitting on her. As if knowing that Gabriella was starting to feel uncomfortable, an announcement was made that her flight was now boarding. "Crap! That's my flight. I'm sorry but I have to go… tell your sister that I said good luck." Gabriella crouched down and placed the magazines she bought in her backpack before slinging it over her shoulder and picking up her purse.

"Bye Gabriella." He said and crossed his arms over his chest. Gabriella smiled and waved a little before walking out of the store and heading for her gate, making it in time and getting into the line to get onto the plane. She took a deep breath and stepped onto the aircraft, the very one that was going to take her away from everything that she knew, her life and her home.

Gabriella sat down in her seat, amazed by the roomy-ness of the first class seating section. Every other time that she had been on an airplane, she and her family had been in the coach seating, and usually she would end up sitting by a big old guy that scared her. But, as the plane boarded, it soon came to her attention that no one was sitting next to her despite how full the rest of the plane seemed to be. She waited and watched the door as the captain walked on, and talked to the crew before shutting the door behind him. Gabriella smiled and set her purse down on the seat next to her, as she pulled out her i-Pod touch and placed the ear buds in her ears. She followed by turning off her cell phone, and then leaning back into the comforts of the larger chair. She opened the first magazine and turned to the article about Troy, absorbing all she could from the thin pages in front of her.

Not sure how much time had passed; Gabriella opened her tired eyes to an annoying feeling that someone was watching her, completely ready to strangle the being that dared to bring her from her peaceful slumber. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she came face to face with the blindingly white smile of a platinum blonde. She looked to be about Gabriella's age, maybe a year or two older but was shocked by her presentation. She was clad in an entirely pink sweat suite with rhinestones spelling out her name on her left breast. "Can I help you?" Gabriella spoke, the sleep still evident in her words. She sat up and pulled her purse that was still in the seat next to her onto her lap so that the girl could sit.

"Hi, I'm Sharpay!" she exclaimed and held out her hand to shake with Gabriella's. Gabriella winced at her upbeat tone, and shook her head at the insanely large smile that was plastered onto the blonde's face.

"Gabriella." She responded and took the blonde's hand in her own.

"Aren't you like totally excited, I can hardly sit still!" the blonde gushed and made herself comfortable in the seat next to Gabriella's. Gabriella looked at her faint reflection in the window of the plane and pulled a stay curl back into place before turning back to the hyper blonde with a confused expression.

"For what? Do I know you?" Gabriella asked with a little bit of hesitance in her tone. Sharpay, still smiling like nothing could bring her down, turned to face Gabriella and changed her smile to a smirk.

"For the Olympics silly, I'm Sharpay Evans, a downhill skier for team USA." Gabriella cinched her eyebrows together before it dawned on her that she had seen this girl, Sharpay, in a couple of magazines. She was usually in her skiing uniform so it stunned Gabriella that so much pink could fit on one little body. "…and the possibility of meeting the one and only Troy Bolton… Ughh!" She gushed and raised her knees to rest on the chair in front of her. "That boy is one sexy piece of ass." Sharpay smiled again, looking at the magazine that was currently sitting in Gabriella's lap. "I don't know what I would do if I actually got to meet him, but he's probably an arrogant bastard because he knows he is all that." It was as if the blonde didn't even need Gabriella to be there. Gabriella could still be listening to her i-Pod and Sharpay would keep talking like nothing was wrong. Gabriella giggled a little at this, but it bugged her that once again people were judging this Bolton character without even getting to know him.

"I guess you're right." Gabriella agreed timidly, but once again it was as if the blonde didn't even notice.

"So, you're Gabriella Montez right? I can't believe that you're so young. I mean you're only like nineteen right? God, I don't know what I would do if I was still in my teens." Gabriella was a little freaked out about the fact that Sharpay knew so much about her, but she let it roll over her shoulders and continued to try and get a word in the conversation.

"Yeah, I feel like such a baby. How old are you?" Gabriella asked quietly, the awkwardness slowly slipping away as the blonde continued her friendly conversations. Gabriella knew that she was going to be friends with the blonde, even if she would talk her ears off by the end of her stay in Vancouver.

"Me? I'm 22, and loving life. To tell you the truth, I hated skiing when I was little, but my dad made me and eventually I fell in love, and now I can't see myself without my skies." Gabriella just smiled to herself, and leaned back in the chair. This was going to be an interesting rest of the plane ride, but she figured that she should at least make one friend so that she wasn't cooped up in her room all day with a book.

Stepping off of the plane and into the terminal was overwhelming to Gabriella. She walked slowly into the area filled with people from all over the world, so many accents and conversations were going on at the same time in so many different languages that Gabriella didn't know where to begin. The bright colors of all the competing country's flags were blinding, her eyes didn't know where to look next. Suddenly feeling a pull on her arm, she whipped her head to the side to find the flamboyant blonde dragging her towards the conveyor belts where their luggage would be coming out on. She glanced up at the signs that were written in French, and she was glad that in high school she had chosen French over Spanish, a language that she already spoke and would be able to pass with flying colors. "How do you know where you're going?" Gabriella asked as she ran a little to catch up with her.

"I don't, I'm just going with the flow baby, and the flow is pulling me after that really hott guy just a few people up." She smiled again at Gabriella who was laughing at the fact that Sharpay says what she means, and doesn't hold anything back.

"What about Troy Bolton?" Gabriella joked and Sharpay just looked at her smirking.

"So much to learn young grasshopper, but you are so lucky that you have Sharpay to help you through it." She clapped her hands in front of her and grasped Gabriella's hand again, pulling them even closer to the guy in front of them. "I'm so excited to have my very own virgin!" Sharpay announced and Gabriella blushed deeply.

"Sharpay, I'm not a… you know…" She looked away and brought her plump lower lip between her teeth. Sharpay stopped suddenly and looked at Gabriella square in the face.

"Are you for real? I thought you were supposed to be like America's sweetheart or some shit like that…" Gabriella, unable to control it, burst out in a deep crimson blush again. Sharpay, who she had only met a few hours before, already knew more about her than her closest friends at school did which didn't give Gabriella a good feeling.

"Yeah, no one knows though, not even my mom… Please don't tell anyone Sharpay, I probably shouldn't have told you that." Sharpay just laughed at her and continued walking away, but this time at a much slower pace seeing as they lost the guy that intrigued Sharpay before. Gabriella caught up to her and fell into step beside her.

"Wow… I can't believe it, America's little sweetie fucks around. What is the world coming to?"

"I don't fuck around Sharpay, I'm technically not a virgin, but I've only had sex once." Gabriella confessed and hugged her purse to her chest. She couldn't understand what it was that made her feel like she could trust in Sharpay, even after she had spent time with her, witnessing first hand what damage her mouth could do. "But promise, and I mean it, do not tell anyone."

"You're a feisty little one Gabriella Montez, and that's why guys are going to fall at your feet and worship the ground that you walk on. And, it doesn't hurt that you have a gorgeous body, small but not stick-like, and perfect proportion. I'm going to need to take you shopping girl, we need to see you in some heels." Gabriella sighed; this was going to be a really long trip, but she kept up with Sharpay, maybe being her friend would have some perks. They continued walking in the right direction, and eventually made it to where their bags were going to come out, getting to know each other a little better while sitting and waiting for their belongings.

After gathering all of her belongings, Gabriella made her way, with Sharpay, to where all of the cars were located to transport people to and from certain hotels. Sharpay stuck up her arm, and a mad rush of cars came, but she chose the one with the cutest driver and walked that way. It wasn't a long cab ride, but long enough that after seeing the hotel, the only thing on Gabriella's mind was sleep. Her eye lids were becoming heavier, her limbs slowly becoming weaker, and her focus turned to getting into her room as quickly as possible so that she could collapse on the bed and let sleep overcome her tired body.

While walking in the lobby, the cold around her fading as the heat of the building surrounded her, she heard a buzzing in her purse. Looking down, she began to rummage through all of the papers that she needed and other things in order to find her phone. She figured that it was her mother, seeing as Gabriella was too caught up in everything going on at the airport to remember to call when she landed. She found it, and pulled it out, looking down to confirm that it was her mother's number, which it was. Choosing to ignore the call and let it go to voice mail and figuring that she would deal with it later, she tucked it in the back pocket of her jeans. After, she grabbed a hold of the handles to her suitcases and began to make her way to the front desk. Looking down for a split second, clearly not aware of what was in front of her, she ran into what felt like a solid brick wall.

"I'm so sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going." Gabriella spoke in a rushed voice, now sitting on her butt, completely embarrassed at what just happened. This was not the way that she wanted her first day of the Olympics to go. She had just made a fool out of herself and her bags were scattered all over the floor.

Just as she placed her hair back behind her ear, a figure squatted down in front of her, becoming eye level with her. She looked up and her breathe got caught in her throat and as she realized who it was. She could almost feel the heat radiating off of his body and was blinded by the whiteness of his teeth, peeking through his smirking lips. "Don't you think I should be apologizing, I mean you're the one that's currently sitting on the ground." He chucked a little and held out his hand to help her up. She couldn't take her eyes off the way that his own eyes were smiling more than his lips were. Blushing deeply due to the fact that his hand was extended a good five seconds before she acknowledged it, Gabriella took his larger hand and let him help her up to a standing position. "And for the record Gabriella, I wasn't paying attention either." He chuckled and bent over, picking up her purse and setting her bags so that she could grab the handles easier.

She glanced down at her feet, finding it easier to look there than at his penetrating eyes that felt as if they could read all the way down to her soul. It was then that she took a sharp intake of breathe and realized that he had called her Gabriella when she hadn't told him her name. He knew who she was?

"How did you know my name?" she asked and met his gaze once again, fiddling with a stray string that was coming off of the end of her shirt.

"How could I not know your name, you are America's Angel if I'm not mistaken." He said and shifted a step closer to her, the power of his cologne hitting her nose for the first time, almost causing her to take a step backwards.

"Actually, that's the President's daughter." Gabriella smiled cheekily and took her purse from his hand, allowing him to cross his built arms over his chest. "I'm America's sweetheart, but that's just if you want to get technical." She grinned as a sly smirk came over his features. She was surprised at how easily the conversation was flowing between them, especially with her track record with guys. She was always to trusting and forgiving and it came back to bite her every single time.

"Oh, my bad…" he said smirking at her. "Anyways, I'm…"

"Troy Bolton, America's Best Body." He raised an eyes brow at her and she smirked slyly.

So, hello again everyone! I can't wait to dive into this story! Like every night before I go to bed I sit down and get lost writing :) for hours most of the time. I write down ideas, and I have ideas for most of the story now, but I still want all of your input, and I can maybe squeeze in an idea or two from you guys, because you're the reason that I write.

I want to try and get these chapters out on a regular basis, but it might be a little hard, I have a lot of things going on, and I'm probably not going to get back into full swing until finals and everything are over for school, and I am going to be gone for about 3 weeks in a row this summer, so I'll keep all of you updated. The next one might not be out for a couple of weeks because finals are coming up, and I need to focus on that right now, but I wanted to give all of you a preview of this story :).

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