Hey guys, this is my new fanfic... my other ones I haven't updated in a while, so I'M SORRY! Haven't had the time. But I hope you guys like this one. If I get reviews I'll continue it... XOXO

Futureofshowbizgal2

LA Laker captain Troy Bolton looked out the window of his rented Range Rover. He drove down the familiar streets of Albuquerque, New Mexico. He smiled at all the houses he recognized and finally pulled in front of the one he remembered the most. Troy got out of the car and knocked on the door, it opened

"Troy Bolton." the girl on the other side smiled. She had the same hair, shoulder length, the curls sprawled around her shoulders. She had the same petite frame with a loose olive green shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans. "What are you doing just standing there?" she asked jokingly "Come here and give me a hug!" Troy smiled and hugged her

"I missed you Gabi." he said pulling back, he looked her up and down again "You look great!" she laughed and looked him up and down

"And you look the same."

"So, am I gonna stand out here all day?" he asked

"Oh, right." she smiled and held out her arm "Come in." they walked into the familiar living room and sat down on two different couches "So, Troy Bolton, captain of the Los Angeles Lakers, what are you doing here?"

"Just missed my best friend for a while there." he smiled leaning back

"Really?" she asked raising an eyebrow "Or is there something you need?" he let out a small laugh, she could read him like a book

"Well, what is big time fashion designer Gabriella Montez doing in a small town like Albuquerque?"

"Just loved here to much." she looked around "You know ever since my mom 'passed'" she said slowly "I kinda, just wanted to be here." Troy nodded

"So, there is something you can do for me." he said changing the subject, Gabriella laughed

"I knew it."

"Well, as you might know, I'm kinda dating Courtney Pierson," Gabriella nodded, she had read the speculations in all the tabloids

"I might have heard something about it."

"We kinda wanted to keep all of it kinda secret you know? The stupid paparazzi." Gabriella nodded again "And now we kinda want to lead them away from the ideas, so they'll leave us alone. I wanted to know if you could..." he stopped "If you could..." he had some trouble asking her the question

"If I could pretend to be your girlfriend." Gabriella finished for him smiling, Troy nodded

"Yeah." she laughed a little

"Um, I'll have to think about it." Troy nodded "But uh, while I make my decision, do you need a place to stay or something?"

"I actually do." he smiled

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That night Gabriella lay in her bed thinking. What was she supposed to say to Troy, the guy she had been in love with since she was 5, the guy that was sleeping in the room just across from hers probably without a shirt, the guy with the super hot model girlfriend. The correct answer would probably be YES! But she couldn't give into it. She wouldn't be able to deal with the fact that she wasn't the one that he loved, that he wanted to be with. Besides, she was supposed to be the trustworthy best friend who would NEVER fall in love with him. She threw her covers off of her body and slipped on her fuzzy slippers, this was a problem that a carton of coffee flavored ice cream could fix pretty easily. She opened her door quietly, trying not to wake the shirtless boy sleeping in the room across from her. She went quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen and pulled out her carton of ice cream and dug into it quickly with her spoon, once she got to the bottom, she would have her decision made.

Troy sat awake in his bed thinking about the question he had asked Gabriella. What was she going to say, yes or no. He needed her to say yes desperately. He could finally be with his best friend all that he wanted. Yes, she was only his best friend, nothing more than that. She really didn't need to know the fact that he was going to propose soon, but was that really a factor she need to be aware of? These thoughts could easily be erased by a carton of coffee flavored ice cream, he knew for a fact that Gabriella had some in her fridge, if he knew her, which he did. He tossed the large comforter off of his shirtless body and quietly opened his door being careful not to wake the sleeping girl in the room across from him. Then he quietly made his way down the spiral staircase. He heard someone rummaging through the kitchen, was there someone breaking in? He grabbed an umbrella from the table closest to him and held it like a bat. Then ran into the kitchen screaming...

"AAA!" Troy screamed running into the large kitchen, then, instead of hearing a low growl from a dude, it was the high pitched scream of a chick.

"Holy shit Troy, what the hell are you doing?" Gabriella said grabbing her chest. He started to laugh uncontrollably. He set down the umbrella on the counter and grabbed his knees still laughing. "Why are you laughing?" she asked giggling a little

"Sorry, I thought you were-" he started laughing again "I thought you were a some burglar or something."

"How sweet of you." she laughed and handed a spoon to him. "Want some." he nodded and took the spoon. "So, what is you're internal conflict?"

"What?"

"Ever since we were little we used to eat coffee ice cream when we were trying to figure something out, I think we both know what I'm trying to figure out, but what about you?"

"How do you know I just don't want some ice cream?" Gabriella smiled with the spoon in her mouth

"Okay..."

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Gabriella walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Troy already awake. He was sweaty and in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt with his iPod headphones in his ears. He was making eggs while trying to dance. She started laughing, and he didn't hear her. She cleared her throat louder and he looked behind him

"Shit" he whispered pulling the headphones out of his ears

"Not like I've never seen you do it before." she laughed sitting at a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen. "I've seen you do karaoke, though your dancing skills are a bit sad." he threw a towel at her, but she managed to duck in time.

"So, have you made a decision?" he asked looking back at her and turning off the stove. His icy blue eyes bore into her warm brown ones. She did, she had found it out in a dream actually, it was like an epiphany. Gabriella nodded and looked at her best friend. "And..." his eyes looked like he was a puppy waiting for it's belly to be rubbed.

"Sure." she smiled