AN: Hey guys! This is my very first story for fan fiction and I hope that you'll enjoy it. Please review if you have time. I would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism to improve my writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own or am I in anyway affiliated with High School Musical and any other aspects of the movie franchise. I also do not own or am I in anyway or shape affiliated with any of the companies that I mention in this story. I do not own any of the characters from the movie franchise and all rights belong to the rightful owners.

Issues: Yours, Mine, Ours

Chapter 1: Hollywood Now

My frustration grew as I jammed the third key into the key hole to unlock my apartment door. Having seven identical keys in one ring is surely not one of my brightest ideas. I pleaded that the fifth key would do the trick and that the universe, who I assume felt a little sorry for me at that point would finally allow me to unlock this godforsaken door.

My face broke out into a ridiculous grin as I heard a "Click". I sighed in relief and entered my small, but cozy apartment. I'm in the midst of moving from New York all the way here in LA. I thought a switch of coasts would be a decent combination with me starting my residency at Righton Hospital.

As I took of my shoes and left them by the door, my smile was once again replaced with an expression of aggravation as I stared at the boxes that waited to be unpacked. I threw my head back in annoyance and made my way to my almost bare kitchen that has been painted a light blue. I grabbed a water bottle and the scissors to conquer the boxes that sat in my living room just mocking me.

I turned the newly installed TV on and made my way to the first box of many. I opened a medium sized one labeled "Miscellaneous". As I sorted through photo albums and my old college textbooks the voice of the host of a celebrity gossip show titled "Hollywood Now" came out of my TV speakers. It wasn't my type of show, but I figured that if I changed the channel to a show that I actually cared for, I would only lose the focus I barely have and leave all these boxes unattended.

"Breaking hollywood news! Sources close to Farah Bolton has confirmed that the on-going divorce is looking like its not about to end anytime soon. Apparently, Troy refuses to sign the papers, claiming that he is still very much in love with his wife, despite her leaving him for model Paul Hills. The source goes on to say that Troy is desperate and is willing to turn the other cheek. He wants Farrah to come home and work out their marriage. Troy is open to forgiving and forgetting about Farrah's affair with Paul, who she dated before meeting Troy. The pair has been married for three years and Farrah has gone on record and stated that fourteen months into their marriage, she rekindled the romance she once had with Paul, thus starting the affair of the decade."

The sound of Gail Bates' voice was overpowered by my ring tone that was reserved for my blonde best friend. She and I have known each other since we were in the fourth grade when my mom's company had her transferred to Albuquerque. However, the two of us got separated when I was accepted to Columbia in New York and Sharpay chose to attend UCLA. We kept in touch, we Skyped every other day and flew back home to spend the holidays together with our families.

"Hey Pay"

"Gabriella Louisa Anne Montez where the hell are you?"

"Unpacking at my place...Where did you expect me to be?"

"Here at Bloomingdales helping me set up and design my window. OMG Gabs, I can't believe that they have chosen to feature my designs for their May display. This is going to hopefully give me my own name here in LA."

Sharpay's parents were influential in LA and other parts of the country, heck in other parts of the world. Her father is a talent manager, while her mom the head of a fashion house which manages and designs for six high end brands. With that was also the family business which are a chain of country clubs in New York, Los Angeles, Boston, Chicago, Albuquerque, and a new one in Miami. Needless to say Sharpay already had a name, one that she was aware of, but refuses to acknowledge. She was a member of the Evans family, thus being already of power and money. She was grateful for all the she had, but she wanted to be known even if her father's last name was no longer attached to hers. She wanted to be Sharpay Evans, a successful and determined fashion designer. She didn't need nor want her mother to make calls for her in the fashion world nor did she want her father advertising her label to his A-list clients. She wanted to be independent and to be known as her. She didn't want shortcuts, which is just one of the many reasons why I love her to death.

"Well you better start believing since you talk about it with everyone you meet, that I'm pretty sure penguins in Antarctica believe it."

"Haha very funny. Anyway get your cute ass here and help. I could use your imput."

"What can I do? I can't even tell the difference between chiffon and silk."

"You my dear can tell me what a great job I'm doing."

"That sounds like a dream," I replied with a great amount of sarcasm.

"Anyway, they will unveil the window in three days and I need help making the final decisions. I can't decide between Pop Pink or Poppy Pink for the color of the chair that one of the mannequins will be sitting on."

"Why don't you call Ryan to help you. He might actually be able to differenciate between Poppy and Pop Pink."

"I can't. Ry is meeting up with this new composer."

Ryan Evans is Sharpay's twin, born exactly 3 minutes and 54 seconds after Shrapay. She made sure that no one, especially Ryan forget about the small and almost insignificant time difference. This was all so that she could go ahead and play the older child card. Ryan worked for a record label. He was the head of the film department, which handled soundtracks of movies.

"Well then ask Mandy or Kate or Pam."

"Fine! I'll ask them, but I will always remember this day as the one that my bestest friend betrayed me for ugly brown boxes" she replied in her overly dramatic voice.

"I'll be there in an hour," I sighed.

"Yay! Love you sweetie pie. Toodles!"

"Later"

As I placed my phone on top of one of the boxes I have yet to unpack, I noticed that Gail Bates was still on her rant about the Bolton split.

"It's quite a mess isn't it. Troy if your watching this, remember that there are billions of other fishes in the sea."

I rolled my eyes at the obsession over the lives of people that they didn't even know. Why should I invest my time on the problems of Troy and Fray or Farrah or whatever her name is, when I bet that they don't give a shit about the crap in my life.

I'm not a pessimist, I'm just being realistc. If Farrah wanted to leave her husband and screw some other guy then that's her issue and if Troy wants to beg for a woman who stabbed him in the back then that's his deal. I forgot in the equation what Hallywood Now, Star Magazine or other tabloids has to do with their marrige. The truth to it is that whatever they decide to do with their lives they can as it is their business, not the media's, and certainly not mine.