Disclaimer: I don't own HSM

Disclaimer: I don't own HSM. If I did, I'd be happy, which I'm not right now.

Meant to Be

Ten years ago, Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez were the best of friends.

(Show two eight year olds, a boy with sandy brown hair and girl with black curls playing with a mini basketball and hoop.)

"Troy! Give me that ball!"

"You'll have to make me!" The eight year old little boy laughs.

They stuck with each other through everything…

(Eleven year old Gabriella crying while Troy pats her on the back.)

"What's wrong, Gabby?"

"Daddy and Mommy had a fight! Now they're divorced!"

Until Gabriella's twelfth birthday…

(Gabriella blowing out candles, but tears going down her face. She's talking to Troy.)

"I'm moving away, Troy. My mom's job is transferring her. I can't stay in Albuquerque anymore," she sobs.

"It's alright. And Gabby, I love you."

"You do?" asks Gabriella through her tears.

"Of course! And I'll wait for you forever. Here's your birthday present! He presented her with a necklace with "T" on it.

"T for Troy?" asked Gabriella.

"'Course!"

"Um, Troy? Can you give me a goodbye kiss?" asked Gabriella timidly.

"You didn't even have to ask." Troy kissed Gabriella on the lips sweetly. "Goodbye, Gabby," he whispered, almost crying as he watched his best friend and first love walk back to her packed car.

"Goodbye Troy," said Gabriella to herself as she watched Troy slip farther and farther away, the T necklace glittering on her neck.