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Troy / Chad / Jason / Zeke
Troy Bolton
Troy Bolton. Gabriella. Gabriella Montez. Troy Montez. Gabriella Bolton. Gabriella Bolton-Montez. You are invited to Troy and Gabriella Bolton's wedding.
What wedding?
Go away Chad, this is my paper.
Who's Gabriella? And why are you writing hearts around her name?
Go away. And you're not meant to start a sentence with "And".
You did it. Besides, how do you know that? Oh-ho-ho. Is it the tutor girl?
We're in English, Chad. And maybe.
We're in English?
Jason!
What?
This is my piece of paper, can't I write in peace?
Hey you said "piece" twice.
Technically he wrote "piece" twice.
No, no, I wrote "piece" once and "peace" once.
I see tutoring with Gabriella has paid of, eh Troy?
Shut up.
Aww, he's pouting.
Hey Zeke.
I am not! …Hey Zeke.
So, back to business, you like this Gabriella girl?
Obviously, he's writing hearts around her name.
As I said… maybe.
Maybe? Just, maybe? No touchy feely under the table when you work?
No! I haven't even asked her out yet.
Ah-ha. So you want to?
…
… yeah, I've been trying to, but I can't strike up the courage.
Wow.
Yeah.
You really like this girl huh?
I… I think…
Yeah?
I might…
What?
Love her…
What? It's too small, I can't see it.
Holy crème brûlée!
What?
I knew I should've gone to the optometrist.
He loves her.
WHAT?
WHAT?
Do you?
I… I'm not sure.
Well, how do you feel around her?
Like there's a thousand butterflies in my stomach. When I hug her, I never want to let go. And her hair! Man, her hair smells wonderful, it smells like vanilla, and… fresh laundry.
But, but you haven't even gone on a date yet!
Yeah, I know.
That's love.