Superstar Chapter 1: Chicago to Denver, a high school musical fanfic

Superstar

I strummed on my guitar quietly, sitting next to my best friend, Troy Bolton. Troy and I go way back to when we were teenagers at East High. We'd met singing karaoke at some party and we'd been inseparable ever since. Troy didn't plan to be a superstar, but he was meant for it. He had perfectly quaffed brown locks sprouting out of his head, his blue eyes as clear as an ocean, and he was built like a god. He was always meant to be noticed.

"The first time I saw you, lookin' like you did.
We were young, we were restless.
Just two clueless kids.
If I knew then, what I know now.
I'd fall in love."

Troy started off the newest song that we had wrote together, Named 'If I knew then'. All the magazines say we were a match made in song writing heaven. And we were. I would always write songs, ever since I was a little girl. It was a secret hobby of mine, nobody except my brother really knew until I was seventeen and Troy found my song book and demanded I sang one of the songs I wrote. I played guitar, piano, and the violin. I was made to be behind the scenes, while Troy was made for the spot light. I chimed in and we sang together.

"You're on a bus in Chicago,
Three rows to the left.
You know my heart was racing for you
We never even met.
If I knew then, what I know now
I'd fall in love.

Cause love only comes once in a while.
Knocks on your door, and throws you a smile.
It takes every breath, leaves every scar.
Speaks to your soul, sings to your heart.
If I knew then, what I know now
I'd fall in love."

I turned to look at Troy as I strummed on the guitar. His piercing eyes were already staring at me. A small smile formed on his face when his eyes met mine. I smiled back at him before closing my eyes changing the chord on the guitar. Troy continued singing alone.

"On a summer night in August
In the back seat of my car
Instead of trying to get to know you
I took it way too far
But if I knew then what I know now
I'd fall in love.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at the guitar. I looked around the tour bus we were on. The magazines labeled him as a country god, only because of his looks, but he was definitely a superstar. Millions of girl sold out stadiums around America just to see the person I see everyday. I was unbelievably blessed to have Troy bring me along for the ride. He is everything I'd ever wanted, hell he's everything any girl could ever want. But I wanted him the most. I was hopelessly in love with him and I needed to tell him soon before it was too late. I took over, singing this next part alone.

"I used up a lot of chances
Can't get them back.
But if again, it comes calling
I'm gonna make it last.

I stopped playing a little before the last line and I looked up at Troy. He smiled at me and sighed. "You did it again."

I laughed, putting my guitar next to me. "What did I do?"

"Make another hit. Seriously, we are writing my next album." He said, pulling out a pen. "Do you have any other songs ready?"

I looked down at my song book. "Nothing that will fit you." I said with a small laugh. "We can write one later, we're almost to Denver." I said looking out the window.

"Fine, then I'm going to go take a nap." He kissed my cheek before walking back to his bed.

I sighed. Troy's manager, Joey was staring at me. I looked up at me and he had a small smirk on his face. "What is that look for?" I asked the man. Joey was like a big brother to me. He was so awesome and so supportive to Troy and he took me under his wing, when Troy demanded I go on tour with him.

"When are you ever going to tell him?" Joey asked me. He already knew my secret. He was a very perceptive person, unlike Troy.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe never."

He sighed. "You have to tell him Gabi." I ignored him and picked up my song book. I flipped through a couple of pages. "We have thirty minutes till we hit Denver so you better rest up Gabi. It's going to be a long night."

"Thanks Joe." I said, closing my book. I picked up my guitar and put it in it's case. I carried it to the back and was about to set it on my bed but Troy was laying on it. "Get off my bed Bolton. You have a big ol' one in the back."

Troy looked over from his phone and frowned at me. "But yours is more comfortable."

"Fine." I muttered cracking a smile. I slid my guitar under the bed before climbing on top of him. "I'll just lay on you."

His hands found my hips. We were always shamelessly flirting. I held my songbook close to my chest. "This is fine with me." He said with a soft smirk on his handsome face. I rested my head on his chest. I started humming a tune softly.

I climbed off him and sat up. I had a song idea in my head. I pulled my pen out of my hair and pushed up my glasses. I started writing the idea in my bed. It was all wrong. None of it made sense. I sighed and sat back against the back of the bus. I turned to look at Troy. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're pretty. I can't help it if I can't look away every time I see you." Troy said chuckling.

I rolled my eyes then stopped. "Wait. What did you just say?"

"You're pretty?"

"No, the last part genius." I said, looking at him anxiously.

"Every time I see you." He said, looking at me confused.

My eyebrows rose and I started singing.

"Every time I see you, Every time I see you,"

A slow smile spread on his face. I turned down to my notes and I started jotting down lyrics. "You still amaze me when you do that."

"Shush!" I commanded him, I finished writing out the last of what was in my head. I looked up at him. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying that you amaze me when you do that." He said again.

"When I do what?" I asked, confused.

"Write like that. Sing me what you have so far." Troy said looking at me.I licked my lips before starting to sing.

"It's like a bolt of lightning hits me in my chest
Right out of the blue
Every time I see you, Every time I see you."

That's all I had written down so far, but Troy was tapping along to the rhythm I was keeping. Troy started.

"Top of the world, I'm standing rocking in my best.
And I look like a fool
Every time I see you, Every time I see you."

"Perfect!" I screeched, writing down what he just said. We always wrote songs like this together, feeding off of each other. We know exactly what each other was thinking. We were quiet for a moment. I hummed the first two verses over again, looking out my window.

"You're like a rig out on the highway,
I can't look away…"

I trailed off. He paused for a second before he continued where I left off.

"And I can't pass through.
You're like an early morning Monday,
Bringing me down messing with my mood.
I'd like to say I can hold myself together
But I can't help but come unglued
Every time I see you, Every time I see you."

We finished writing the song in a quick ten minutes. I still had to do a couple of tweaks and write music to it but it was amazing so far. I held my book against my chest as I laid next to Troy. He was half asleep and he hadn't bothered to get up to go in his own bed. I didn't really mind, I always enjoyed his company.

We made it to Denver and Troy and I walked around the backstage area. He had to meet up with his new opening acts. This was the second stop of the tour. The first being just a small radio show. His opening act must have been the tall blonde girl with sparking blue eyes walking up to us. God Damn why did it have to be a girl that was that gorgeous?

"Oh my goodness Troy Bolton! It's so great to meet you!" Her southern twang was so cute and charming. God damn it. "I'm Molly Mason." She stuck her hand out.

"Hi Molly, This is my best friend and co writer Gabriella Montez. She's the genius behind the lyrics." Troy introduced. I smiled and blushed slightly.

"It's so nice to meet you too! Maybe we can write together sometime since we're going to be on tour for the next couple of months. Troy wouldn't mind, right?" Molly said hopefully looking at Troy.

Troy chuckled. 'We'll have to see, I don't like to share Gabriella with anybody." I smiled to myself. I looked down and Troy and I were dressed in sweats. I bet my hair looked a mess. How embarrassing. "Gabriella is also the sweet voice behind all my tracks, it's the least I can do for her."

I rolled my eyes. "Troy, she doesn't care about me. She wants to talk to you. I have to go find Joey anyways. It was nice to meet you Molly. I'll look forward to writing with you some time." I smiled at the girl before I walked away from them.

I had a gut feeling I shouldn't have left them alone together but I did anyway. I walked back to the bus and got changed into something nicer than sweatpants. I brushed through my hair, putting it up in a ponytail for now. I walked out of the bus and passed Troy and Molly talking to each other. I found Joey talking to the stage manager.

"Hey Joe, do you think I can warm up the keyboard a little bit. Check the acoustics?" I asked.

"Sure, go ahead. Let Troy know what you think." He said before waving me off.

I walked out on the stage and had somebody plug in the keyboard for me. I pressed a key, adjusting the volume a little bit. I stood playing the instrumentals to one of the songs I wrote. I sighed before I picked up a guitar that was on stage. I tuned it slightly before I tapped on the microphone. It was on and I started playing before I started to sing.

"The weather man says rain today,
We'll saddle up and be on our way.
What's a little rain for a high riding rebel or two?
Cause it's easy living, easy loving you.

People keep searching for a reason why.
They say life's a bitch and then you die.
But I can't see a reason for their point of view.
Cause it's easy living, easy loving you.

Talk shows talking how it's nearly end of the one man woman
And the one woman man.
We might fight like dogs, but hey.
We love the making up at the end of the day.

Tomorrow that old sun will rise
I'll be laying here by your side
Coffee cup and a good morning kiss or two.
Cause it's easy living, easy loving you"

I stopped singing and started whistling

"Cause it's easy living, easy loving you."

I heard clapping from behind me and I turned around to see Troy smiling proudly, standing next to Molly. "I don't know I'm the one singing up here every night because she should be." He told Molly.

I turned around and put the guitar back where it was. "I was just checking the acoustics. They're great" I said before switching off the microphone that was resting in the stand.

"Where did you find her? Can I keep you please? That song was great!" Molly said, laughing. She rushed over to me, giving me a hug.

I was a little taken back but I laughed quietly hugging her back. "High school will do wonders" I joked. "Hey, do you want to learn that song?" I asked her.

"Yes" She blurted out a little too loud. "I mean, if you want to teach it to me." She said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Come on, let's show Miss Molly our song writing sanctuary." I said to Troy. He had no objections. I hooked arms with Molly. I know I shouldn't compare myself to the beautiful Molly Mason but if you can't beat them, become best friends with them. "This is our little song writing spot." I said as we walked into the bus.

"This is amazing! I just have a little Air Stream." Molly said, looking around, amazed. I walked past them, getting my guitar from under the bed. I sat on my place on the little couch, getting comfortable. "What was that song you were singing up on the stage?" Molly asked me.

"Easy living, a song I wrote a couple years ago." I said, smiling. Troy sat next to me, opening my guitar case for me. He pulled out the instrument before putting the case behind me. "Thanks Wildcat." I said, throwing the strap over my shoulder.

I strummed once, tuning it to be perfect. "Do you write your own songs?" Troy asked her.

"I've co-written a couple but they're mostly picked out for me by the label." Molly explained, watching me tune the guitar.

"They were a little hesitant at first when I told them I co-wrote most of my songs. We had a meeting with the head of the label and Gabi came down with me and he loved us together so he let's me use her because she is my hit maker." Troy gloated. I blushed slightly. I didn't respond very well to compliments especially from Troy.

"That's not true. People just buy our songs because you're singing them and you're perfect. It's all about the image Troy." I said, "That's why I could never make it. I'm barely pretty and I do not have the self control Troy does." I told Molly. "All eyes are on him all the time, I couldn't handle that. I would have a mental breakdown."

Troy and Molly just laughed. If only they knew how serious I was. "She's a little over dramatic." Troy said. I scoffed and hit him. "Exhibit A" I rolled my eyes.

"So how many of y'all songs are about each other?" Molly asked, smirking.

Troy just shrugged. "None of them" I said, but honestly they were all about him. "We're not an item. We made out once but that was in high school, for a dare." I rambled.

Troy laughed. "She's a horrible kisser." I hit him again. "Ow! You know I was just joking." He said, holding his arm.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyways." I said changing the subject. "We wrote two songs on our way over here from Chicago. We're writing his new album."

"Gabriella, we so need to work together. If your willing, of course. I'm always having trouble finding good songs for me." Molly said, looking up at me.

I licked my lips and was about to say something. "There you are!" Joey came in. "We need Troy and Molly for a sound check."

They both got up but Molly turned to me. "What were you about to say?"

"We'll talk later." I promised. "I'll be right out there."

Molly and Troy walked off of the bus and I sighed. I plucked at the guitar. I kept reminding myself they just met. I felt like I was going mental with jealousy every time I saw them together. Troy is with other girls all the time. I don't know why this time feels different.

I put my guitar away and put it under my bed along with my song book. I put my sweater on and walked back stage. I could hear somebody singing, I think it was Molly. I stood next to Troy in the wing of the stage and saw Molly singing on stage.

"She's good." I said, looking up at him.

He nodded. "She is. She's nice. Young, she said she was 18." I made a sound of acknowledgement. "She'd be Taylor Swift big if she sang your songs."

"She'd be perfect for them." I said honestly. Just by watching her work the stage singing her teeny bopper song, she was great. I sighed. "How many songs do you want on the new record?"

He shrugged. "I only want the best of the best on there."

"It might take a while." I said, looking up at him.

"That's completely fine. We have all the time in the world." He wrapped his arm around me. I wrapped my arms around him hugging his waist. I laid my head on the side of his chest.

I sighed in content. "Yes we do."

The first chapter of Superstar! Seriously guys, let me know what you think of it. If you don't like it, tell me and i can put something else up. There are going to be alot of songs so bare with me. You can glaze over the lyrics if you really wanted to, it wouldn't offend me. I really want you to be honest, tell me if I should continue with this or not. I have about 17 chapters written already. I don't know how i'm going to end it, i was thinking of two ways but i can't give them away to you, i want it to be a surprise. I don't own any of these songs or claim them in any shape way or form. I just love them and decided to use them for my story. I might change the rating of the story if i write any sexy time in future chapters or i just might do an extra one shot of a scene if y'all really want one that bad. Enough of my rambling, tell me what you think. I love you guys and please, don't forget to review! :)

Songs: 1. If I knew Then by Lady Antebellum
2. Everytime I See You by Luke Bryan
3. Easy Living by Miranda Lambert