Summary: Having a boyfrieng to protect you all the time and keep you from harm is great right? Well for Gabriella Montez and Taylor Mc.Kessie that may not always be the case. From overprotectiveness to accusinations, these girls might just want to go their own way
'Taylor hold still!" yelled Gabriella trying to put the finishing touches on her face. They both were sitting on Gabriella's bed enjoying their sleepover.It was makeover time and Gabriella was portraying Taylor as a Victoria secret modelor was at least trying to.
"Hurry up will ya!", snapped Taylor leaving Gaby giggling.
"Sorry, but if you want that Tyra Banks look, you gotta stay still!"
Taylor scowled leaving Gaby laughing again.
"My bad. Why would I want to look like those anerexic models anyway?"
" Hey number one, Tyra's no where near anerexic, and number two you don't have to be anerexic to be a model."
"True..."
"Okay all done." Gabby smiled as she looked at her work. Taylor got up and looked in the mirror. "Hey not bad."she said. She looked over to Gabby. "What are the chances you'll see me in this at school?" she asked already knowing the answer.
" I doubt it!" they laughed.
"Yeah me too. hey let's listen to some music."
"Great i hoped you would say that!"
Gabby went through all of her Cd's. "Okay our choices are Beyonce, Ne-yo,Chris Brown,Avril Lavein,and Fantasia. you pick."
"um... I choose Beyonce. Put on resentment."
"Okay." She put the cd in and flipped to the song.
To
the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
"oh i love this song!"
"Me too."
Mmmm
to the left to the left
Everything you own's in the box to the
left
In the closet, that's my stuff
Yes, if I bought it, please
don't touch (don't touch)
And keep talking that mess, that's
fine
Could you walk and talk, at the same time?
And it's my
name that's on that jag
So go move your bags, let me call you a
cab
Standing in the front yard, telling me
How I'm such a
fool, talking 'bout
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You
got me twisted
Suddenly, Gabriella's phone began to ring. She looked at the caller ID. It read Troy Bolton
"Who's calling you?"
" Troy"
She answered the phone. "Hello?"
Hey babe.
"Hey Troy. what's up?"
"Nothing. Chad's over and we're watching a basketball game."
"Typical.."
"Who's that?"
"It's Taylor,''
"oh hi Taylor. Why are you at Gabby's?"
"It's a sleepover and we were kind a listening to music so if you dont"
"which song?"
"Irreplaceble" There was a long pause. "Hello?''
"I'm here. Well gotts go, i'll see you girls later.''
"Okay bye!"
"Bye." Gabby hung up. "Why the long pause?"
"Who knows? Okay back to our song..."
must
not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I could have
another you in a minute
Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute
(baby)
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout
me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a
second get to thinkin'
You're irreplaceable...
