AN: I've been writing non-stop lately, despite all the piling college work that I have lying around. So I bring you this two-shot, first part is up and I'll be posting the second part after I work out the kinks in that one. I could have just made combined both parts but it would have been a really long one-shot so I figured cutting it into two parts would make for an easier reading. This is my take on humor/fluff – the fluff is pretty much coming in the second part but the humor is in this one. Ummm, I'm going to be honest, I'm not entirely happy with this. I set out to write a pure humor/fluff one-shot but I can't just seem to write a non-angst/drama story so there's a little bit a drama, nothing too major but yeah, enjoy. lol

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.


At The End Of The Day

"So what did he do this time?"

"Question is, what did he not do this time around?"

I smile at her answer. Taylor and Chad had been dating for almost two months now and in that short amount of time, they've managed to completely bypass the honeymoon stage and go straight into fighting like a married couple - come to think of it, they have always fought like a married couple - huh, maybe fighting is like foreplay for the two of em'. Ew, Gabriella, inappropriate thoughts, inappropriate thoughts.

People wonder about my relationship with Troy but I think, they should start wondering about this particular relationship. Although to the majority of the students of East High, the Taylor and Chad romance is a complete mystery. One minute they're making out and the next, they're fighting like cats and dogs.

"I mean, how hard is it to pay attention to me when we're on a date? With Chad, its basketball this, basketball that. Argh. I don't even know why I put up with him?"

"Abs."

"I mean, he always forget our conversations."

"Cute." I piped.

"He's always late when he picks me up for school."

"Good kisser." I kept on.

"It's always basketball with him."

"Tight buns." I nodded.

"What the hell are you talking about now? Seriously, Gabs, sometimes you have the attention span of a two year old."

"No, that would be you're boyfriend," I smirk and receive a playful slap on the shoulder, "and I was just listing out the charming - and I use that term very loosely - qualities of Chad."

"Ha ha, you think you're funny, don't you?" She mocks glares at me, "I think Troy is rubbing off on you and I don't like it."

"Whatever Taylor. I would take any of Troy's annoying habits than get any of Chad's. That boy spends more time in front of the mirror than me."

We hear a voice coming from behind, "Hey, hey, hey. It takes time to look this good and the 'fro needs attention."

I look only to see none other than, Troy and Chad walking up to us.

Rolling my eyes, I apologize. Troy comes up to me, gives me a peck on the lips and says, "So, still up for that movie marathon today?"

"I might be late though. I have to turn this project to Mrs. Kapowski since I'm going to be gone for a few days next week."

He raises his eyebrow and says, "Wait, back up. You're going where and for how long?"

"Remember, a few weeks ago, I told you that I'm visiting my dad because he's getting married and I have to be there for last minute dress fittings and the rehearsal dinner."

"Right, I thought that was next month?" he replies, looking more confused.

"The wedding itself is next month but since it's on the weekend, I don't have to miss any classes for that."

"Kay, then. You want me to wait for -"

Our conversation is interrupted when Taylor and Chad start bickering, very loud I might add. About what? No one really knows. Whenever Taylor and Chad argue, they always go off on a tangent, starting an argument about one thing and totally ending with another.

Both Troy and I roll our eyes and I see him looking at his watch, and then saying, "Right on time."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you notice, at exactly 12:36 pm, everyday, is when these two," he points to our two friends, "start squabbling. Watch, they'll wrap up this argument, in usually about four to five minutes and by the time it reaches 12:45, they'll be making out by the corner."

"And you time them?" I look up at him in wonder.

He shrugs and states, "I tend to notice the little things."

"Huh? That's weird," I see Taylor wildly waving her arms around and Chad pacing back and forth, shaking his head, "Remind me again why we are friends with them?"

"Because I've known Chad since preschool and Taylor is the only one who can keep up with your rants and raves every morning."

I smile at that and continue to look at Taylor and Chad arguing until I hear Troy ask, "I actually need to talk to you about something. You want to head up to our spot?"

"Lead the way." I look back at Taylor and Chad and true to Troy's predictions, they are indeed making out by the corner.


The rooftop garden - courtesy of the Science club - has been our secret hideout whenever things get too chaotic in East High or when we just want to engage in extra-curricular activities. (I smile at that train of though.) We've been dating for several months now, eight to be exact. It took awhile for Troy to ask me out on a date. And when he did, it even took longer for him to initiate the first kiss. And it didn't help that we have friends who have poor timing and have a fondness for embarrassing us when things started to get romantic. To say that we were both getting frustrated was an understatement. And so, while he was walking me to my English class one day, on impulse, I just kissed Troy on the lips. Shocked by my spontaneity, Troy didn't even have the chance to respond for I rushed to get in my class, leaving him outside, with a smile on his face and a hand on his lips. By the time school ended that day, the news of how sweet and innocent Gabriella Montez has kissed Troy Bolton spread like wildfire and I soon found myself being bombarded by questions from Taylor, Sharpay and Kelsi. In the midst of the girl's inquisition, Troy just waltzed right up to us and full on kissed me. Fireworks exploded. Melodic music was heard in the background. Everything was in slow motion... okay, so it was a mind blowing kiss enough to jar my senses for several minutes after it ended. Who am I kidding, every time Troy kisses me, whether it be a peck on the lips or a full on make-out sessions, I get weak in the knees and my brain gets muddled.

Troy leads me to the bench and we both sit down. For awhile, no one talks but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was tranquil and I like it, until Troy opens his mouth and out of the blue says, "I got into Duke."

"You what?"

"Duke University, I -"

"I know what university it is Troy."

"Well, you asked -"

I scoff and say, "I didn't even know you applied to Duke."

"Well, I never thought it was a big deal, Brie."

I scoff again. "Not a big deal. What happened to you going to NYU and me going to Yale? When did you know?"

"Know what?"

"Don't play stupid with me Troy. When did you know about Duke?"

"Give or take month. Chad was -" He wince.

"You've known for a month and didn't even tell me? And Chad knew before I did? When were you planning on telling me, when I'm driving you to the airport on your way to North Carolina?"

"Chill Brie. I didn't think this would upset you this much. I found out and it just hasn't sunk in yet. I mean, I never expected to get in, let alone be offered a scholarship but I got accepted and," he looks at me with his bright blue eyes, "I totally forgot that I even applied and then I got the mail and you know, we can still stick to the plan, NYU and Yale."

I look up at him, helpless and confused. "Not now when I know that you want Duke more than NYU."

"Hold up. I never said that I'm going to Duke. I'm just telling you that I got in."

"But you do want go Troy. You wouldn't tell me in the first place if you hadn't thought of going..." I hesitantly smile, "Nothing is set in stone Troy. We don't have to stick to the original plan. You can go to Duke and I'll go to Yale. It's not going to be the end of the world. We always knew that there was a possibility that we could end up in different states that are plane-rides away. Really, it's okay."

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. I stand up and detach my hand away from Troy's. I smile and say, "Umm, you don't have to wait up for me. I'll just see you at your house."

He touches my arm to keep me from leaving. With pained eyes, he utters, "Brie".

Interrupting whatever he is about to say, I just utter, "I'll see you later Troy" and hurries out of the rooftop garden.


Part Deux will be up in a day or two.

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