Authors Note: Okay, so wow I haven't uploaded anything in like what? A year? Well I have started to get a lot of reviews lately, and I love it! So, I figured I will upload a new story, and see what people think about it. So, I hope you all enjoy it! Oh and I am having some big relationship trouble of my own, with this kid named Troy, but you see I have a boyfriend…anyway, here it is, PM or review with any story ideas, relationship advice for me, or…..just tell me if I should continue! ((keep in mind that im not sure where I am going with this, give me ideas!))

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's characters, although I really wish I owned my Troy-Boy. :)

Summary: She was young when it happened. She remembered crying in the bathtub for hours…. He would close his eyes and picture the perfect girl. His heart sang the day he opened his eyes and there she was next door, seventeen and beautiful. TxG.

"I close my eyes when it gets to sad

I think thoughts that I know are bad

I close my eyes and count to ten

Hope it's over when I open them

I want the things I had before

Like a Star war's poster on my bedroom door

I wish could count to ten and make everything be

Wonderful again "

"Wonderful,

Everclear"

Isn't Everything Wonderful Now?

June 2000

Gabi's POV

Long hours, maybe even more, she would sit, red eyed, curled up in her bathtub with her teddy bear Simon, just thinking and crying silently. Her small toes pressed against the strong white plastic, her toned legs bent, cramped in the small space. All she could do was pray to God the yelling wouldn't start again.

The voices were strong, they carried up the stairwell, pounding against her ear drums. First the boom of her father, Stephen Montez, then the horrible screeching rages of her mother, Claudia Montez.

Her small eye lids smashed together, her long black eyelashes intertwining together as she counted slowly to ten. The magic number.

"1" Still ferocious voices coming from the lower story of the house.

"2" A women's scream.

"3" Heavy footsteps.

"4" Her name was called, a woman's echoing voice.

"5" The floorboards on the stairs creaked slowly.

"6" Again.

"7" More angry words.

"8" The small black handle to the bathroom door jiggles frantically.

"9" Silence.

"10" An uncontrollable flood of tears.

She opened her eyes just as the crisp white bathroom door swung open to reveal her worried mother. "Gabriella, were leaving."

September 2008

Gabi's POV.

The seventeen year old Gabriella was so bored. She stared at the passing trees and cars as she sped along the highway in the passenger seat of her mom's Volvo. She was moving for the second time since she was ten.

It was a long drive from Atlanta, Georgia, all the way to Albuquerque, New Mexico. When Gabriella was ten years old, seven years ago, her parents had gotten into one of their last fights. So many things had built up between them she guessed, that they just couldn't stand each other anymore. So her mother, Claudia Montez, packed her and her daughter's things and left in the middle of the night, June, 17, 2000. That was the last time she had seen her father, or the bright lights of New York City, because her mother dragged her along to Atlanta, Georgia where her grandmother lived.

Gabriella shifted once again uncomfortably in her ripped and faded blue jean shorts. She stretched her bright pink toes and leaned her head against her hand, gently closing her eyes. Gabriella's past had tormented her. She had loved her father so much, and she had loved New York City even more. But when everything you love is just taken away from you in a mere second you feel empty inside, like there is nothing to live for, like there is nothing to love.

She didn't really care that she had to leave Georgia. She pretty much hadn't cared about anything for a while now. Her life was hopeless in her mind. There was nothing for her, there was nothing right in the world.

She felt like her home had vanished, even though she wasn't really sure where her home even was, she just felt empty inside. So hopeless.

After a fourteen hour car ride, the small white Volvo finally pulled into a cobblestone driveway, that belonged to a warm yellow house, that had fresh looking siding, and a beautiful wooden door.

"Gabs? Hun?" her mom said shaking her pink tee-shirt clad shoulder "we're here!"

"God mom, could you have a picked a farther place to move to?" Gabriella said sarcastically, which was followed by a yawn. She slid her bare feet into her flip flops and crouched as she exited the car. She stood stretching as she watched the large van reading "We treat your Furniture with care!" pull up to the curb and start to unload large card board boxes from the back.

Curiously she followed her mom into the quaint little house. To her it kind of resembled a cottage that little read riding hood might live in, but that was okay with her.

After getting a quick tour of the house with her mom, Gabriella was sent back out to help bring in the smaller boxes. As she slammed the door to the garage she heard a constant "thump-thump-thump" coming from the house next door.

Her dark coffee eyes looked up searching for the source of the noise only to land on a shirtless boy, about her age next door dribbling a basketball up and own the court. "God" she breathed, her eyes scanning over his perfectly sculpted abs and biceps, and the swooshy dirty blonde hair hanging in his eyes.

The boy, feeling eyes on him looked up breathlessly after just shooting a three pointer. He stopped, frozen from shock as his baby blue eyes met the swollen brown eyes. The next thing she knew he was smiling from ear to ear, his pearly white teeth glinting in the sun.

Even though her mother had called her out on it many times, Gabriella constantly judged people, like she was doing now.

'I bet he has the world's biggest ego…." She mumbled under her breath,

She glanced up at him again, and began to slowly make her way down the driveway, tauntingly moving her hips, her olive skin glowing in the sunlight. She felt so empty, like she had left her heart in New York, at her father's house, in the small upstairs bathtub.

She slowly bent down and picked up a box, containing some old books and toys, and a small worn teddy bear that she had had since she was ten. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had lost herself a long time ago.

She stuffed the bear back in the box and made her way back up the driveway, sneaking a glance at the shirtless boy.

"Damn him, and his hot six pack, for living next door." She cursed as she pushed through the garage door and into her new kitchen.

September 2008

Troy's POV.

"Troy Alexander Bolton, it's almost two o'clock get your behind out of bed!" troy moaned, lifting the pillow over his head, to block the sound of his mother's angry voice out of his head.

"God," Troy though slowly rising out of his bed, squinting in the mid afternoon sunlight reaching from his window, "Life's a bitch."

Troy stretched and lazily walked around his room looking for the bright red material that was bound to be allaying around somewhere. When he found his gym shorts he slowly slipped them on, walking into the bathroom. "I look like shit…" He said splashing cold water onto his face.

After taking a bite out of a blueberry muffin and grabbing his basketball, troy escaped from his mother's wrath out onto the driveway. He dribbled the ball slowly and shot a three pointer. After shooting and making it with nothing but net, he noticed it.

Next door, there was finally a moving truck. He finally had neighbors. For the first time in months since little Martha Sue, the grandmother of he local Presbyterian Church's minister had passed away, no one had been interested in the house. He remembered coming outside and playing hoops watching the withered old lady, attempt to weed her garden. He sighed flicking his shaggy hair out of his eyes, when…

There she was. Looking about seventeen, and damn hot.

"Holy…….." Troy mouthed bouncing the orange object on the cool concrete, she was standing there gracefully, a puzzled expression on he face. Her skin was gleaming in the mid afternoon sunlight. Gosh, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Her little button nose scrunched as if she had smelt something bad, and turned away from him, waltzing down the driveway, swaying her perfectly round hips in the process.

"That? That's my new neighbor….well I guess life isn't such a bitch after all!" he thought happily, shooting a another lay up.

AN: The more reviews, the happier I am, the happier I am, the more I update :)