Chapter One: Imperfect Matches

-Gabriella Montez-

"So, remind me again why I'm letting you do this to me?"

"Because, Gabi, you're 21 and you're still not over some boy you met at high school. You need to move on sometime, you know," my sister replied, desperately trying to smudge make-up on my face. I never really wore it before, and I was not starting now.

"Stop, Tera," I told her, pushing the lipstick, mascara, concealer, and who knows what else away. Ew. Why did girls think that make-up was such a necessity?

Tera groaned. "No. You're going to have to look like you at least tried to care about this date," she insisted, pushing the lipliners into my face again.

"No. I mean, I don't care about this date. I'm only going because you forced me to, and it's important to be honest, isn't it?" I smirked, pretending to be preoccupied with smoothening out the wrinkles in my jeans. That didn't really help.

Tera ignored my comment and instead concentrated on what I was wearing, which happened to be jeans and a t-shirt, which happened to be what I was trying to de-wrinkle. Great. "You're not wearing that, are you? It's the first date, you absolutely need to make a good impression," she compelled scornfully, dropping the make-up and pushing me back into my walk-in closet. She inspected the shelves and hangers carefully, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Don't you have any formal wear?"

I snorted. "Formal wear? For the first date? Are you kidding? I am not gonna wear a prom dress today."

"Fine, then we'll go to my closet." She took me by the arm and forced me into her closet, which was like a room of its own.

I mumbled under my breath, "Remind me to move out soon."

She ignored me again, and quickly pulled out a casual dress—at least, it was casual for people like her who are used to taking 3 hours to pick out what they're going to wear. "Wear this," she commanded, shoving the pink thing into my hands. I stared at it scornfully.

"Ew."

"What about it?" she asked, excavating her closet as she now looked for shoes. "I think it's cute."

"It's pink."

"So, what?" She was my sister for crying out loud. Didn't she know I hated pink? That I always did?

"It's pink!"

She groaned in exasperation, flinging shoes around. "So, what? It's cute, you're wearing it, Ryan will love it, he'll love you even more than he will before, and you guys will live happily ever after. The end. You're wearing it, Gabriella."

"It's. PINK."

"Oh, grow up."

A/N: Oohkay. Let's see.

001. I don't own HSM nor am I affliated with it in any way.

002. When I put -Character Name- after the title, that means it's in that character's point of view.

003. Don't expect this to be a sappy love story. It's gonna fall mostly into the humor category.

004. I don't own any of the original characters either. I say original to describe the ones I have not made up. Original as those who were actually in the movie.

It wasn't that good, but I'll try to make the next chapter better 

Steal my story or anything I've written & die. :)