Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical.

A/N: God, I can't believe I actually did a HSM fic! I feel so dirty...eeuurgghh... (runs off to shower)

some time later...

Okay, I'm back.

Basically, this fic is going to be my take on different moments that happened in the movie, and please excuse any gaps in the storyline since I've never actually seen any of the movies fully. All I can take are short, seven minute stretches before the corniness makes my eyes bleed...

This is meant to be funny, but since I'm bored out of my skull at the moment I hope you guys get my humour. Anywho, on with the fic!


They were standing opposite each other on the stage, eyes wide with embarrassment as they clutched their respective microphones in their rapidly sweating hands.

Above them, the spotlight blazed down, the harsh white light hurting their eyes, making them squint a little as they adjusted to it. The New Years Eve party was full of teenagers, laughing and talking and dancing and doing whatever else one does at parties, loud music blaring from speakers placed strategically around the room.

Then, it had quietened down, the deejay cheerily announcing that a karaoke contest had been set up, and that the stage was now open to anyone who wanted it.

The crowd had erupted into cheers at this, and soon the two of them had wound up being jostled and pushed and all but man-handled towards the stage. They tried to fight it, but the mass of shoving hands was too simply too much. Some kid in a large Viking hat elbowed her in the ribs, making her grunt as the small flash of pain ran through her body and soon disappeared.

Gabriella Montez hated people. Now, she got along with most of them, but that was only because she tended to ignore their existance, and vice versa. She supposed that it led to many lonely days at school, but to be honest she didn't really care, what with all the moving her family did.

In any case, it allowed her to focus on her studies, and she was glad for that. Besides, it was hard for her to find anything to talk about with other girls, the simpering morons always fawning over some boy or another.

Speaking of which, the boys in her previous schools hadn't been any better either. Just because she had...er...developed a little earlier than most of the girls her age, they wound up talking to her chest about seventy percent of the time. It was annoying, to say the least. And the boy before her right now was obviously ogling her, making her sub-consciously tug at the neckline of her dress.

Idiot.

Troy Bolton stared at his impromptu singing partner, and he had to admit, he certainly liked what he saw.

Her shapely figure was clad in a gauzy white long-sleeved dress, the hem reaching a little bit above her knees. She had long, shiny dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders to the middle of her back, with brown eyes that were currently narrowed at the object in her hands. High cheekbones, and skin the colour of really milky coffee that was all but flawless accentuated her sweet, heart-shaped face.

Her full lips formed a small pout, the pink flesh drawing together distastefully as she surveyed the cheering crowd around them.

Then, her eyes locked on his own, and Troy immediately decided that he was smitten by this stranger. Turning on the old Bolton charm, he smiled in that way that made most of the girls at East Side High start giggling and swooning, even scratching the back of his head nervously for good measure, a move which he knew reduced entire roomfuls of girls to simpering puddles of goo.

Surprisingly, she seemed to hold her ground, tilting her head to one side a little as she studied him with an unreadable expression on her face. Parting his lips, he spoke in his patented dream-boy voice:

"I'll sing if you will..."

Her reply?

"Fuck off."