Quiero Mis Quince

by Zanessa Es Amor

Hey, my name is Mayara and this is my first story on this site. Please, have mercy! No flames!

Summery: Troy and Sharpay team up to make Gabriella's fifteenth birthday the best birthday she's ever had. All they have to do is call in professionals, pick out the place for the party, talk with Gabriella's mom about Gabi's misa(a type of ceremony you have in Latin America when you turn 15), get a Mariachi Band, pick out Gabriella's dress and all the other dresses and tuxedos, correct all the mistakes they encounter, and most importantly, keep Gabriella from finding out. Seems easy, right? Based on the Latino version of MTV's My Super Sweet 16, Quiero Mis Quince.

Disclaimer - I don't own HSM or the show Quiero Mis Quince.

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Chapter One

It was a cold winter morning in Alburquerque, New Mexico as Troy Bolton lazily made his way to school. He walked through the hallways of East High School, trying not to fall asleep. After walking what seemed like miles, he reached his locker and he breathed a sigh of relief. As he slowly put his things inside, he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes.

"Guess who," the mystery person whispered in his ear.

Troy smiled and answered jokingly, "Kelsi?"

"Nope," the mystery person whispered.

Troy pretended to think and said, "That one cheerleader, whose name I always forget?"

A giggle escaped the person's mouth as they whispered, "Try again!"

"Sharpay Evans?" Troy the person scoff as they took their hands from his eyes. He started laughing as turned and looked at Gabriella Montez's hurt face.

"Hey Gabi," Troy greeted as he took her in his arms. He loved the feeling of having her close to him. It felt so right. If only she felt it too. He felt a tinse of disappointment run through his body as Gabriella pulled away.

"Hey Troy," she said, still trying to seem offended. Troy smiled at her.

"Are you going to look at me like that for the rest of the day?" he asked.

"Maybe," Gabriella mumbled. She looked at the floor. "You have been spending a lot of time with Sharpay, lately. Every time you and I make plans, you always cancel at the last minute because you have to go "help Sharpay". Is there anything I, your best friend besides Chad, should know about?" She looked up at him.

Troy looked down shamefully. It was true. He has been spending a lot of time with Sharpay. But it's not what Gabriella thinks. If only he could tell her the truth. Maybe if he gives her a little bit of information so she won't be mad at him...No Troy! he told himself. Whatever you do, you cannot tell Gabriella what's going on! It'll ruin everything!

Just then, another thought entered his head. He smiled and looked at Gabriella.

"Are you jelous, Miss Montez?" he asked with his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Gabriella's eyes widened. She shook her head and answered, "No! I'm just...curious. I mean, if my best friend gets a girlfriend, shouldn't I know about it?"

Troy rolled his eyes.

"Sure," he said, closing his locker.

Gabriella knitted her eyebrows.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

Troy shook his head simply said, "Nothing."

Gabriella glared at him and said, "I'll let you slide this time Bolton. But here's another question. If nothing's going on between you and Sharpay, what do you guys do that's so much more important than hanging out with your best friend?"

Troy shrugged. "Nothing," he lied.

Gabriella crossed her arms against her chest. "Nothing? That's better than going to the movies?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Troy said.

"Then what did you mean?" Gabriella asked.

"I meant nothing that concerns you," Troy replied. Gabriella rolled her eyes.

Just then, Sharpay Evans ran up to them both in a hurry. She took a moment to catch her breath and to re-adjust her coat. Then she turned her attention to the two.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," Troy said. Gabriella nodded.

"Sorry to inturrupt you guys, but I need to talk to Troy. It's very important." Sharpay gave Troy a look Gabriella couldn't read. Apparently though, Troy could. He turned to Gabriella and smiled sadly.

Gabriella nodded and forced a happy smile.

"So I guess I'll see ya around," she said sadly. She turned and walked away before Troy could protest.

"What's wrong with her?" Sharpay asked.

"She's just feeling a little lonely. Thank God this whole thing is almost over!" Troy said.

"Don't be happy just yet," Sharpay warned. "The dresses and tuxedos just arrived this morning, and they're all wrong! The maids' dresses are the wrong color, the tuxedos are either too small or too big, and Gabriella's dress is nothing like the one we asked for!"

"Well, don't you have a dresser for every one of your preformances? Can't they just fix the tuxedos? And for the maids' dresses...we'll exchange them along with Gabi's dress! Can we do that?"

"It'll take a lot of work, but we have to try." Sharpay took out her cellphone and sent a text message to her stylist.

"Oh, by the way," Sharpay said. "You need to come over right after school. We have to take a look at all the decorations so we can verify them."

"This harder than I thought," Troy said. He rubbed his sleepy eyes. "I can't even get a goodnight's sleep."

"Hey, you wanted to plan Gabriella's party. Isn't she worth all this work?" Sharpay asked.

"She's more than worth it." Troy smiled. Sharpay rolled her eyes and let out a half-smile.

"Don't worry, Troy," she said. "The day's almost here. You'll get your chance."

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way?" Troy asked.

"Trust me, she does! Just be patient. She will love you for what you're doing!" Sharpay clapped her hands cheerfully.

"Hey, this is all your doing, as well! Thank you for helping me," Troy said. Sharpay smiled proudly.

"You're welcome!" They both hugged.

The bell rang, and they pulled away.

"C'mon," Troy said. "If I'm late again, Ms. Darbus will have my head!"

Sharpay laughed. "Okay."

Together, they turned and walked towards their homeroom.

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Okay, how was that? Don't worry, this is Troyella! But it's also a Troypay in a friendship kind of way. No romance there! Review please! No flames!

xo Mayara