** I am not the owner of the song "Unsaid Things" the song was created by the British band McFLY and I am not trying to take any credit in the writing and making of this song.**

**I am also not the owner of any of the characters of the High School Musical franchise, and am not trying to claim any credit over any of them.**

Unsaid Things-*-One-Shot

Seven Years Ago

It was like any other summer day in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the sky was a rich blue filled with numerously perfect little puffs of white clouds. The sun sat high above the world below it, looking down at it like a mother overlooking her child, radiating glorious golden rays of heat and light, which spilled over various trees, houses, and driveways.

Including, Troy Bolton's driveway, where Troy and his friends, Chad Danforth, Jason Green, and Zeke Martian were shooting hoops, practicing for the upcoming season in the fall.

"Troy, Troy! Here!" Chad shouted from beside the basket. Troy quickly glanced over at his friend, who was jumping up and down waving his hands over his large afro curls that bounced up and down along with his body. Troy quickly pivoted around, so that Zeke was less likely to steal the ball and passed the ball over to Chad with a sudden shout of his name. Once the ball landed into Chad's hands he was bombarded by Jason, blocking him from taking a shot at the basket. Troy saw this and swiftly ran out into the open.

"Yo, Chad! Ball!" he called out, holding his hands out for the ball. Chad glanced from Troy to Jason and then he, some what hesitantly, bounce passed the ball over to Troy, who grabbed the ball and then after a few brief dribbles threw it towards the hoop. As the ball fell through the net Troy smiled widely, reveling as the sound of that flawless swish filled the air. Troy ran over to the ball before it had a chance to roll down the driveway into the street. As Troy spun to the large orange sphere around in his hands he began to walk back over to his friends. "Well, that's a game guys." He said, letting a wide smile take over his face.

"Yeah, yeah." Jason grumbled, obviously annoyed that Troy and Chad had once again beaten him and Zeke. Troy opened his mouth to say something else, but a car pulling up to the house across from his interrupted him. Troy and his friends couldn't help but to turn around when they heard the car give one final roar of life before the driver cut off the engine. Before any of the boys could say or do anything the passenger's side door flew open and pair of long tan legs slid out, causing Troy to suck in a silent breath.

A few seconds went by and the passenger climbed out completely.

She climbed out.

The girl was petite but she had the best legs Troy had ever seen, she had dark curly brown hair that reached her hips, and she had the curves of an old glass Coke bottle. The girl walked over to her mother on the other side of the car, her hips swaying back and forth all the while, completely unaware of the four boys watching her from across the street.

Over in Troy's driveway each of the boys seemed as if they were under a daze of some sort and all was quiet until Chad gave Troy's arm a light smack.

"Dude, aren't those your new neighbors?" he asked his friend. Chad's voice brought Troy back down to earth abruptly. Troy blinked for a few seconds before turning to his friends, with a cheeky smile spread over his face.

"Yeah, they are. And you know… I think it's only sensible that we go over there and welcome them to the neighborhood." Troy's smile widened as he turned his gaze from Jason, Zeke, and Chad back over to the mystery girl across the street. After a few minutes of simply watching the girl walking two or three boxes into the house Troy started across the street.

"Yo, Troy! Where are you going?" Chad hissed at his friend causing Troy to stop and turn around, not even taking into consideration that he was standing in the middle of the street.

"Dude, where do you think I'm going?" Troy laughed, before continuing across the street, only to have his friends scramble after, seeing as they, too were curious as to who this mysterious beauty was.

Once they were all standing in her driveway next to the silver Honda accord that she and her mother had pulled up in each of the boys craned their heads every which way, trying to find the girl, only to have the peaceful silence that covered them to be broken by a sudden crash coming from inside the large U-Haul moving truck.

"Oh, shit!" a smooth female voice muttered from inside the vehicle. The boys glanced at each other and then started over to the back of the truck, and peaked inside.

There she was, just standing in front of them in an old plaid button up, a pair of shorts, and new-balances, staring down a pile of books, and CDs. Out of nowhere Jason suddenly sneezed causing the girl's head to shoot up in their direction. Their cover was blown.

"Uh, hi." Troy said, awkwardly, as he tried to save face. The girl in front of him looked at him and his friends with a slightly confused and somewhat shocked look spread across her face.

"Hi… um, who are you?" she asked bluntly, before whipping her ebony bangs out of her eyes. Troy couldn't help but to smile at her up-front attitude as he began to answer her question.

"I'm Troy Bolton. I live just across the street, and these are my friends, Chad, Jason, and Zeke," Troy said motioning to each of the guys as he said their name, prompting them to give the girl a slight wave, nod, or smile. "Who might you be?" he continued, not even caring that he sounded like a character in one of those made-for-TV Lifetime movies that his mom watches non-stop whenever they visit his grandmother. The girl didn't seem to mind though seeing as she cracked a smile as she laughed, lightly.

"I'm Gabriella. Gabriella Montez." Gabriella said, smiling at the boys, "just moved in." she continued as she motioned at the boxes that surrounded her.

Just as troy was about to say something else; he was interrupted by the front door suddenly slamming shut and woman's voice shouting out,

"Gabriella! Gabi, do you know where the movers put your father's old books and CDs?" Gabriella stuck her head out from inside the truck and yelled back over to her mother,

"Yeah, it's in here, mom! I'll bring it in, in a second!" she then quickly walked back over to the pile of spilled materials and quickly but carefully back into the box that they had fallen out of. "Sorry, you guys, but duty calls." She smiled, before placing the box by the edge of the truck and hopping down, landing on her feet atop the pavement with a slight smack. "Gotta go unpack." She said, before wrinkling up her nose, grabbing the box, and walking off towards her house. The boys watched as she shifted the box into her left hand and opened the door with her right. Once Gabriella held the box securely in both hands, push open the door with her hip, and began to step inside troy shouted over to her,

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" she turned her head sharply at the sudden outburst, causing her long tendrils to fly out in various wisps that lightly hit against her back. Once her eyes settled upon Troy she smiled, shook her head, and continued to walk into her house. After about a minute or so the boys decided to head back over to Troy's house and start up another game of basketball to at least try and distract themselves from the goddess that had just moved in down the Street.

Two months later

"Troy! Mail!" Mrs. Bolton called up the stairs to her son. Troy immediately jumped off his bed and nearly flew down the stairs, knowing perfectly well what would be waiting for him- and this time it would be some silly letter stating that his magazine subscription was about to expire. No, this would be much better. Once he reached the fourth-last step on the staircase Troy jumped over the remaining three stairs and hurried into the kitchen where his mother had placed the mail on the counter. He spotted it almost instantly. It was in a lavender colored envelope as usual and stood out from all of the drab white envelopes that just contained either bills or letters stating that payments were due- or in other words people sending you stuff to simply say "Give us your money". Troy quickly snatched up the letter that he knew was his and gazed at the front of the envelope only to see one word:

Wildcat.

Troy smiled wildly, before ripping open the letter like a child on Christmas morning. Inside was a simple piece of loose-leaf paper folded in half and written, no doubt, in study hall with only eighteen words written across it.

TroyBoy,

Just wanted to say-

I Love You.

Your Gabi .

Ps. Open up the paper—there's a surprise.

Troy smiled to himself as he re-read the second and third lines over and over again, not caring about any of the other words that made up the small yet meaningful letter. Once he was finished reading over the letter for about the twentieth time he lifted open the paper only to see a small wallet-sized photograph of him with his arms wrapped around Gabi's waist kissing her on the cheek while she let out a giggle, causing her nose to wrinkle and her eyes to twinkle, just like the first time that they had met, tapped to the inside of the paper. Troy smiled at the photograph, quickly took his wallet out of the back of his jeans pocket, carefully peeled the tape off of the loose leaf sheet of paper, and then slipped the photograph into the one clear credit-card pocket in his wallet so that he would see it everyday.

He and Gabriella Montez had been dating for a month now, and he had been getting letters like this one ever since the night in the local park that Troy turned to Gabriella and whispered into her ear that he loved. He was the happiest he had ever been, and he knew this was corny, but Gabriella was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he never wanted to let her go.

TO BE CONTINUED.