Hey everyone this is my first story so please review and tell me what you think please!!

First things first HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA hope you have a great day!

Disclaimer: I don't own HSM although I wish I did!

A basic definition of friend ship would be the mutual feelings of trust and affection.

A best friend is someone who is there for someone through everything, thick and thin, no matter what happens. Some people find friendship one of the most specialist bonds a person can have with another person. A companionship were another has always got your back. A trustful relationship that can be taken in entire confidence.

Lying softly awake in the midst of the night I glance outside my bedroom window to see the white fluffy snow gently gathering on the branches of the trees. For some reason I couldn't't sleep, I had so many thoughts running through my mind but I was perfectly content with just gazing out my window waiting for sleep to wash over me. I glanced around my room at the Christmas decorations, me and my best friend Troy had put up the previous week; I loved the festivity's and loved to decorate my bedroom from head to toe including the rest of the house with tinsel and fairy lights, we did it every year it was our tradition. Thinking back to my moms face when she came in from work to find me and Troy in the hall closet; his cheeks bright pink from embarrassment it was priceless.

I galloped to the front door hearing the ringing of the door bell, not bothering to check who it was I opened the door to reveal a tall dark, handsome stranger, well he certainly wasn't a stranger to me but handsome he was. His deep blue azure eyes sparkling intensively, his fuchsia coloured cheeks glowing from the bitter cold air, the way his clothes clung perfectly in all the right places making him look more divine than he already was. You may be wondering who I am describing, well, it was no other than my best friend Troy Bolton. We had been best friends for all our lives and probably would be forever. He was there for me through everything and in return I was there for him. Although our friends and almost the entire school were convinced there was something more between us, we knew the truth and that's all that mattered we were best friends and nothing more and never would be- right?

" Hey Brie are you going to let me in and stop staring at me, its freezing out here?" Troy questioned with a teasing smile.

A light blush painted my cheeks knowing I had just been caught checking him out, but for me and Troy it was sort of a playful banter.

"Sorry, you know I just couldn't help my self from checking you out" I responded back jokingly.

" I know, I know who could blame you, I mean I do look exceedingly handsome today, I would probably check my self out if I could." He answered back smugly wiggling his eyebrows while swinging his arm in a friendly manner around my shoulder.

Nudging him in the side as he slipped off his shoes I teasingly responded. "You handsome! In your dreams Bolton, in your dreams"

Making a be line for my bedroom before I had even given Troy chance to respond to my reasoning I dashed for the stairs knowing all to well that Troy was going to make me pay for that last comment. He was the predator and I was the prey as I saw the realisation dawn across his face of what I just said before he hurried up the stairs to catch me.

I knew I had no chance of getting away from him the second I began to run, but that didn't stop me I couldn't exactly surrender. Bolting in to my room turning around I was surprised to find no Troy behind me .

Peaking my head slowly around the brim of my door I took note that he was no longer present on my stairs. Remaining station for a few seconds before curiosity got the best of me. I slowly tip toed out of the door glancing quickly around the upstairs of my house knowing that he wouldn't of entered my moms room. Making my way down the stairs as quietly as I could. I entered the living room to find it vacant.

`Hmmmm Where could he be?` I questioned myself.

Before I could comprehend my thoughts I was being pinned down to the couch with Troy sitting rather smugly on top of me while tickling me feverishly.

I wriggled uncontrollably beneath him trying to pry his weight off me however with no success.

"Troy!, Troy! Stop…….. Get ……stop….ahhhh stop…….ahhhh" I spluttered out between breaths.

Unsurprisingly my pleas worked to no avail as he continued to dig his fingers in to my sides further while I wriggled ferociously.

"Troy……please…..ahhhh …….I'm……I'm…."

"Your what" He questioned easing his grip slightly.

"I'm…..sorry." I finally relented giving in.

This however did not stop his torture.

He questioned "And?"

Glancing up at him with wide eyes I asked innocently "And what?"

I noticed how his eyes averted from mine the second I pulled the puppy dog eye act but soon returned with more determination.

"You know what, say it" before I had time to react his intense tickling session began again.

"OK, Ok" I gasped out between breaths " I surrender………..you are…. You are…."

He threatened " say it."

" You are the most sexiest guy in the word." I mumbled in one breath. Nevertheless his torture stopped as he removed his hands placing them instead on either side of my head .

"See was that hard?" he asked conceitedly.

"yes" I answered with a girlish giggle. Curse him for looking so hot sitting above me like that. Wow I did not just say that, sure I always thought that Troy was Handsome but I had never felt physically attracted to him before. Ok. Maybe that was a lie, I had being feeling this for a while lately every time I saw Troy a bundle of nerves would start at the tip of my toes and gradually rise. Each day that passed the nerves were growing and growing to the point were I would boil over. But they weren't bad nerves so to speak, they were nerves in the sense were they would make me feel all giddy and happy inside. I guess I had never noticed them before until they had gotten to the point were they could not be ignored.

I glanced away from him no longer feeling completely comfortable keeping eye contact with him. Feelings began to swirl in the pit of my stomach much stronger than I had ever experienced before. He could always read what I was thinking and I was scared in case he read the thought that swept through my mind at that exact moment. That would most definitely screw up this amazingly perfect friendship we had and that couldn't happen, I wouldn't let it.

I was brought out of my thoughts by his warm rough hand; from playing basketball for years, delicately stroking my cheek. I immediatly began to feel butter fly's in my stomach at the contact. This was so surreal never in my life had I felt such a swirl of emotions from such simple contact especially not from Troy.

He lifted my chin so that my gaze met his. I could see the concern written all over his face making me feel guilty.

"Hey, are you ok? "His voice asked gently as his thumb stroked soothingly across my cheek.

I couldn't find the words to speak, now I fully understood the saying of being lost for words. I continued staring up at him. I could see the apprehension swimming in his eyes waiting for my answer.

The only act I managed to pursue was a simple nod of my head which was more for my reassurance that I was actually capable of responding than his.

His confusion did not halt as I could see him looking at me more concerned. He slowly began to lean more forward so now he was basically lying completely on top of me, his arms his only anchorage keeping his body weight off of me.

He gently lowered his head and nuzzled my neck as he spoke "You know you can tell me anything right?" His warm breath against my skin caused sparks to shoot through me the vibration of his words made my pulse rate increase.

"I know" I chocked out in a voice that sounded nothing like my own.

He pulled his head away from the crook in my neck looking slightly taken back by my croaky response.

"Then tell me." He responded light heartedly although I could detect the seriousness in his tone. He reached down with his free hand not cupping my face and immediately laced our hands together giving them a reassuring squeeze. A bolt of energy shot through my hand and there and then I felt like blurting out the thoughts that had been occupying my mind a lot recently.

Inhaling a deep breath I didn't know what to do he was sat there; directly in front of me, so close, in kissing distance, if I were to just lean a inch forw….. Oh great! Why did I have to think that? Uhhhh this is so confusing. He's my best friend for crying out loud.

Continuing his intense stir upon the contours of my face his face scrunched up in a cute, confused manner as if he could see the internal debate taking place in my head.

The ceaseless ringing of my cell phone knocked us out of our staring contest. Slightly relieved at the distraction he released my hands to allow me to reach across the table to where my cell phone sat.

Seeing the caller ID as my mom I quickly answered the phone.

"Hey mom"

"Hey sweetie, I was just phoning to let you know that I might be a bit late home tonight and not to worry."

" Ok, well Troy is here anyway so I wont be on my own."

"Ok, well behave and don't make a mess, I know what you two are like when together." My mom spoke with a small chuckle.

"We won't, were just going to put the Christmas decorations up."

"Ok, I better go, have fun sweetie, Love you."

"Love you too." With that I hung up.

"That was my mom." I spoke rather lamely.

Sarcastically he replied "really I would never of guessed."

Nudging him softly in the side I grabbed his hand pulling him up. "Come on we need to start decorating or else we will never get done."

Starting the journey up the stairs we gathered the decorations needed before beginning our day of fairly lights, Santa's and fake snowmen.

Around 3 hours after we started, we were left sprawled out on my living room floor next to the crackling fire with hot chocolate in our hands telling random jokes. Today had been fun we had completely covered my house from head to toe with Christmas decorations. Thoughts about my uneasiness before were left unmentioned as we participated in our usual banter even to the point of arguing who got to put the star on top of the Christmas tree. Me coming out victorious of course as I threatened to tell his parents about the party he threw last month while his parents were away.

"What did the mom penguin say to her children before they went out to play?"

"Erm, I don't know what did the mom penguin say to her children before they went to play?" I asked playing along.

"Beak careful ……do you get it …..beak careful." He said in between giggles, although he would never admit to giggling. I loved his giggle it was so cute the way is face would scrunch up.

"Oh my god that was even worse than your elephant joke." I spoke monotone not impressed.

Moving to place my hot chocolate on the table I turned my attention to Troy as he was no longer laughing. Boy was that a bad move; he was sat pouting with big puppy dog eyes I was helpless he knew I was defenceless to that face.

"No I'm not looking at you, your not going to make me feel guilty." I averted my eyes to the Christmas tree watching the lights twinkling away however I could feels his eyes piercing in the back of my head I decided to chance a quick glance back at him. That was an even bigger mistake, I knew that if I didn't get away from him I might do something I would regret.

Making my way up the stairs I decided to set upon the task of putting the various boxes and packaging of the decorations away in the cupboard at the end of the hall.

Using another box as a boost I was about to climb up to put the box on the top shelf when a pair of arms weaved around me. I couldn't help but lean back in the warm confines of his arms.

Nuzzling his face into the back of my neck which I realised was becoming quite a habit of his lately, not that I was complaining, I vaguely made out his words. "Hmmmm do you want some help with that?"

Turning around so that we were now face to face I took in his scent that was unique to only him. Poking him lightly in the chest "I thought you weren't speaking to me mister."

"You know I could never not talk to you Brie." He nudged his nose playfully against my own.

"You mean to much to me." All playfulness suddenly sucked from the conversation as he spoke them words. My heart fluttered ever so slightly, I had to keep reminding my self that he meant as in a friend and nothing more, but with him stood there so close to me I couldn't help but day dream to how I wanted it to be.

Our gazes were locked as neither one of us dared to look away. He brought his hand up to push away a stray lock of hair behind my ear not before twirling it around his finger first. I couldn't help but break out into a small smile at the simple act. I loved moments like these were he was so gentle it made me know that whenever he was around I would be safe. His faced mirrored my own as he continued to twirl more of my hair around his fingers.

That's why all of our friends were convinced that we were more than friends but to us to act like this was completely normal. No matter how much I wished we were more I loved that we were so natural and felt so comfortable with each other to be able to act the way we wanted.

Our moment was broke however when I heard the front door opening knowing it was my mom coming home from work.

We broke away from each other immediately like two little kids being caught doing something they shouldn't.

"I'm home honey."

"Hey mom, were just putting some stuff away." I turned around to see Troy reaching up to put the box I was previously trying to put away on the top shelf.

"Be careful with that box Troy its full of.."

I was cut off before I could finish "It's ok I can carry it."

"No Troy I meant its full of……"

"Brie its fine really."

"But Troy its full of….." The next thing I new Troy was wobbling back and forward as he lost his balance on the box he was using as a boost. The box in his hands flew in the air as he landed on his back side.

"Glitter!!!" I shouted as minute pieces of florescent pink, sparkling, shimmering speckles tumbled to the ground coating Troy along the way.

I felt the laugher bubble up in my stomach at the site of Troy sat on the floor looking utterly confused drenched in flamboyant glitter from head to toe. I could no longer contain my laughter as it spilled out of my mouth as I rolled around the floor in hysterics.

"What's all this racket about." My mom appeared at the door a shocked expression coating her face which soon retorted in to laughter. " Troy honey it's not your colour." She stated before turning away and closing the door behind her as if finding her daughters best friend covered in glitter which was pink may I add was a regular occurrence. I continued rolling around the floor not being able to contain my laughter while Troy sat opposite me looking slightly dazed and humiliated.

I stood up making my way towards him " Don't worry Wildcat I think it suits you." I teased before bending down and pecking him on the cheek in a friendly manner.

"I will get you for that comment Montez."

"I bet you will if you want the whole school to know about this little, shall we say makeover malfunction." With that I left the closet leaving my best friend sat there like a fuzzy pink marshmallow.

Thinking back to the moment made me chuckle. It took him days to get the glitter out of his hair coming up with an excuse to the guys to why he had pink glitter in his hair was his main problem however.

So many things had gone on this past week leaving me completely confused about my feelings for Troy.

The one answer I wanted to know desperately though was does he have feelings for me?

So what do you think? Should I carry on?

Please review and let me know

Thanks

Hayley xxxxx