Horribly long but somewhat important A/N:

hola :) to clear some things up, that people have been asking. yes. I had other stories. I was sexiiazn16, but due to a horrible night of babysitting and naughty kids who enjoy deleting things on my computer, my stories were deleted. sound plausible? probably not. is it true? 100 percent. 7- year olds are getting smarter and eviler these days. These were also the kids who decided it would be funny to glue my hair together. Yeah.

And also, because I technically "don't have" this account, according to friends and family, I don't have any of my stories saved onto my computer, and write from the document section on fanfic before deleting them after they're published.

But! AHA! I am back :) I'm still the crazy ass author who updates sporadically and writes randomly and occasionally dumbly because her brain is like a really really really filled aquarium full of ideas where they all swim together and get absoultely nowhere...usually. Occasionally, a good idea might find it's way to the computer, but even those aren't the best. So, constructive criticism is always welcome...if it's friendly? Lol. I'm a girl. With a delicate soul, so be nice :)

Questions for me: strawberriesandsunshine/sexiiazn16? Write it as a review/PM me :) I don't bite...hard. Unless. You know, your into that kinda thing.

I'm kidding.

So (what should I do with my hair...if you don't understand that, you fail at all things hsm3-related) enough with my boring rambling. Here's my latest TWO SHOT :D woot, never done these before but here we go, and REVIEW :)

I'm still giving out virtual marshmellows ;)

"I wish you weren't such an ass, sometimes," Gabriella said, angrily slamming her locker closed and pushing the bulk of man away from her.

"Gabs…" he tried, reaching out to grab her hand, only to have it being shaken off. "I knew I promised to take you, but Veronica was begging and-"

Gabriella let out a frustrated shout and turned around to face him. "Fine, Troy. Whatever. Go take your little slut to the senior prom, and I'll just sit home by myself, wishing someone cared about me enough to ask me to prom," she said before shoving past him.

"Gabs-"

"Don't Troy," Gabriella interrupted. "You know, it really doesn't matter anymore. You're a jock. I'm a nerd. You shouldn't have even asked me to go in the first place, even just as friends. Hell, we shouldn't even have been best friends, so let me make this easier for you. We're no longer friends. Happy?" she said before continuing to walk down the empty halls and towards the parking lot, where she kept her car. Usually, she would've hitched a ride home with Troy, since they were neighbors, but these past weeks, Troy seemed more distant. More of the school's king, and less of her best friend.

"Just because I'm not taking you to the dance doesn't mean we're not friends!" Troy said, catching up to her, and tugging on her arm. "Gabs, you know you're my best friend!"

Gabriella angrily turned around. "You and I both know that that's no longer true," she hissed.

Troy stepped back, slightly shocked. "Of course it's true, Gabs! Here, how about tonight, we go see that new movie that came out!"

Gabriella chuckled humorlessly. "Save it Troy. Remember the last time we were supposed to hang out? I ended up waiting at the ice cream parlor for two hours while you didn't even bother to call and tell me you were busy whoring with the cheer captain, Aubrie."

Troy was lost for words as he watched her shake her head angrily.

"Yeah, so don't call me. I'm deleting your number from my phone. You can do the same. Just, whatever Troy," Gabriella said before opening her car door and sliding in.

Troy watched his best friend drive off, wondering if this could've been the greatest mistake of his life.

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Gabriella sat on the floor of her room, staring at the dress she had picked out to wear to prom on Saturday. It was gold, and she, Taylor, and Sharpay had spent hours picking it out for her, hoping that that night, prom night, Troy might begin to see his best friend in a whole new light. Less platonic, more romantic.

Apparently that was never going to happen. Ever.

She sighed hopelessly and hung the dress in the back of her closet, knowing she was never going to get her chance to dazzle and wear it. Just as she was about to throw herself into a screaming fit, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gabriella? It's Tyler!"

Gabriella grinned. Ever since her and Troy had been drifting apart, she and Tyler, the captain of the football team, had gotten closer. Contrary to common belief, Tyler was not some dumbass who didn't understand the difference between a book and a piece of cardboard. He was actually in a few of Gabriella's advanced classes, and they became great friends.

"Hey Ty! What's up?" Gabriella said eagerly. She could almost see him grinning from the other side.

"Well, my prom date ditched me," he said.

Gabriella's ears perked up. "Kat? Katherine ditched you?" she said, referring to his long-time girlfriend, who was a junior.

Tyler chuckled. "Not really. She has another commitment. Something about her sister getting married," he said as if it as the least important thing in the world. "Eh, so now I'm dateless and I would enjoy your company to the senior prom,"

Gabriella giggled. "Uhm, Ty. You could get any girl in the whole school. You are the opposite of dateless."

"Yeah, but these girls are so dumb, and all they can do is push up their breasts and smack gum,"

Gabriella laughed again. "How do you know I'm dateless?" Gabriella asked.

She heard Tyler hesitate before talking.

"Brie. Uhm. I heard about Troy ditching you for Veronica," he said.

Gabriella swallowed as the mood suddenly turned serious. "Oh," she muttered.

"Look, he's an ass. He may never realize that the most perfect girl is right in front of his eyes. But if he does, he's going to want to drown himself for missing this one opportunity to be able to slow dance with you in that skimpy gold dress I saw you and Sharpay pick out," he said.

Gabriella giggled again. "It's not skimpy!"

"Yeah, whatever. Just cover up Saturday, alright? I'll pick you up at six-ish, and you're going to enjoy it!" Tyler encouraged.

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah, I will Ty. I'm not going to let some jerk ruin my senior prom. Tay and Shar are coming then too, with their dates, so is that ok?"

"Sure, so see you Saturday?" Tyler asked.

Gabriella smiled. "Yupp!"

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Troy Bolton had been sitting on his bed.

And he had been thinking. Something he didn't do very often. But yes. He was thinking.

He was thinking how stupid he was. Actually, he was more than thinking. He was fully acknowledging it.

Why had he been treating Gabriella that way? It wasn't that he didn't care about her. Because he did.

More than a best friend should.

And it wasn't that he enjoyed seeing her upset.

Because he hated seeing her cry.

Troy put his head in his hands and groaned. He had been so excited to have been able to take Gabriella to prom, but it was Veronica! She had accused him of liking his best friend as more than just a friend. Accused him of loving her.

Maybe he did, but it wasn't something he was ready to admit to, so he dumped Gabriella, his sweet and innocent best friend, to go celebrate his once in a lifetime senior prom, with some skank.

He really fucked up.

Troy was itching to pick up his phone and just call her. Apologize for everything, and beg her to talk to him, to smile at him, again. He didn't mean to miss their hang –outs, but it was so hard dealing with his emotions. The past two weeks, it had hit him hard, all of a sudden, how much he enjoyed his best friend's company. More than a best friend should. So much that it hurt he would see her cuddle up to Tyler Johnson or look at him with the gleam of disappointment in his eyes. He had hoped that maybe if he distanced himself from her, then the feeling would go away. But it hadn't, and only came back stronger.

He knew he had to make this right. Troy grabbed his phone and pressed speed dial one, only to be met with a busy sign before chucking his phone across the room and falling dejectedly onto his bed.

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It's gonna be the night

To remember! Big fun,

Alright! It's gonna be the night,

To last forever,

And never ever for-

"Damn, can you please turn that off," Sharpay whined while Taylor restrained herself from smashing Gabriella's stereo system.

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry you don't enjoy good music," she said, and walked out of the bathroom.

Taylor and Sharpay looked up and grinned widely. They had done a hell of a job to the sweet and innocent Gabriella.

Gone were the glasses she enjoyed wearing, replaced with contacts.

Gone was the frizzy hair, and replaced with luscious curls.

Her eyes were done smokey, making them pop out, and look sinfully seductive.

Her plump lips were lightly coated with a sheer pink and a smooth layer of lipgloss.

Finally, her dress was strapless and shimmered. A elaborate bow was laced onto the front of the dress, which ended slightly above her knees, that, when combined with heels, made her look like a goddess.

"Guys, stop staring at me," Gabriella whined, trying to cover herself with her arms. "Do I look like a whore?" she asked, glancing at herself in the mirror, before doing a double take. Was that really her?

Sharpay shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing as she straightened her halter pink dress. "No way, babe. You look hot, yet classy,"

Taylor nodded.

The doorbell rang and the girls rushed downstairs to open it, to be greeted with their respective dates.

"Holy shit, Brie," Tyler said when he looked at the girl he considered his younger sister. "What the fuck are you wearing? Didn't I tell you to cover up? Boys are going to be gawking when they see you! Somebody get her a jacket!" Tyler said frantically only to be smacked upside the head by Sharpay's purse.

"Oh, lighten up, Ty. She looks sexy, just let her wear it."

Gabriella had been shyly standing off in the corner. Tyler grinned at her. "Alright, but I swear, if any of them touch her, I'm going to murder them," he said.

Gabriella lifted her head and smiled.

"And for the record, you look, hot,"

woot :) first part done.

now, from me to you, one fanfic loser to another ;)

REVIEW please, unlike before, they have this cute little button in the middle for easier access. and it's green! which...is not my favorite color, but it definitely comes around third of fourth place :)

second part coming soon (to a computer near you)

i'm sorry. I just enjoy being dorky, but seriously, review and i'll love you forever :)