Crazy Beautiful

A/N: Okay, so I'm starting a new story. It was one of those situations where I couldn't get this off my mind and I needed to get it out. I know I have 2 incomplete stories, but I don't think it is that big of a deal. I'm not giving up on them. I really hope you like this, it's unlike any story I've ever written. And just to clarify, the story is in no way similar to the movie Crazy/Beautiful, despite the title. So once again, I hope you like it!!

There were many good things about being a guy living with three women. You didn't have to go through the entire process of getting a girl into bed to see a girl in lingerie. It was pretty much guaranteed that you wouldn't have to resort to eating pizza every night. If you're sick their maternal side will kick in and at least one of them will take care of you. The fact that they were models made the situation even better for Troy Bolton, Chad Danforth, and Brett Williams. So it was safe to say that they enjoyed their living situation.

"You fucking bitch!! You stole my flat iron!" Well, they didn't always enjoy it.

The three guys groaned in unison as the high-pitched scream awoke them from their deep slumbers.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!!! This is mine!! Newsflash bitch, we have the same one!!!" Three groans were heard once again as their blonde roommate defended herself.

"Ugh!!! You're such…a whore!" The three boys couldn't help but laugh at the awful comeback. However, as soon as a crash was heard, the laughter immediately ceased. Knowing they had no other option, they all reluctantly got out of bed. Still only clad in boxer shorts, they made their way out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where they were confronted with a brunette beauty, sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Brett and Chad, knowing that someone might get hurt if they didn't get to the girl's side of the condominium as soon as possible, just kept walking. However, things were different for Troy.

"Good morning," he greeted with a smile, before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"Morning," she smiled back.

Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton had a strange relationship. To them it was simple and easy, but to everyone else it was extremely complicated and made absolutely no sense. They were definitely not just friends, but not a couple. They weren't just 'fuck buddies' because fuck buddies usually don't cuddle after sex. The title that described them best was 'friends with benefits'. Although to them this was the easiest way to go about things, it came with multiple unwritten and unspoken rules. No PDA except for in clubs or bars, where there was alcohol flowing and pretty much no such thing as too much PDA. Making out with others was allowed, but not in the presence of one another. Dating someone else was okay, but it meant no more hooking up with each other. No getting mad or jealous. And most of all, no secrets. It had been like this for almost a year, and surprisingly enough, it worked.

"So, you have a shoot today, right?" Troy asked as he made himself a bowl of cereal.

"Yeah, some new swimwear line."

"Which would explain the fruit." Gabriella narrowed her eyes at Troy as he sat down next to her, and he just gave her a pointed look.

"Just be happy I'm eating something and not throwing it up after," she shot back and he just sighed.

Troy loved his job, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn't stand what his employers did to his female counterparts. He hated seeing girls he cared about stress about their weight when they had gorgeous bodies. It killed him to hear the sound of a woman, who could not be more beautiful, throwing up her food. Obviously he knew how important body image was, after all, it was the modeling industry. However, he never imagined how far these girls would go to make sure they had the 'perfect figure'. If there even was such a thing.

It all started when the girl he cared about most, became one of these girls. He had come home late from a shoot, to find the condo empty. As soon as he was about to call to find out where everyone was, he heard a sound coming from the girls' bathroom. The sound of a girl throwing up. He will never forget the image of Gabriella hunched over the toilet. After practically forcing her to stop, he pulled her into his arms, where she sobbed into his chest. She eventually admitted that the casting directors for the runway show she was auditioning for told her that she needed to lose 10 pounds. Troy can't remember ever being angrier than he was at that moment. But despite his fury, he held her throughout the night, whispering soothing things into her ear, and continuously telling her that she was beautiful.

It was that night that they shared their first kiss. So even though it was the night that brought them together, Troy would erase that night in a second, if it meant Gabriella not ever having to go through what she did. It had opened a door, and to say it simply, there were more than a few times where things got rough.

"Don't joke about that." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"You know I…"

"Get the fuck off me Chad!!!" Troy and Gabriella couldn't help but break out into laughter at the sound of Sharpay screaming at Chad.

"Sharpay v. Nicole round five hundred and seventeen has officially reached it's breaking point."

"Don't even try missy. You fight with Nicole just as much."

"Not over hair products!" Gabriella defended.

"Whatever you say." She shot him a death glare, which just led him to laugh. "Anyway, who's the shoot with?"

"A guy and a girl I've never met and Rob." As soon as the name left Gabriella's mouth a massive smirk appeared on Troy's face.

"You gonna fuck him this time around too?"

"Fuck you. You of all people should not be talking." Troy raised his hands up in mock surrender.

"Hey, I'm not judging. Just asking. But you know what's funny?"

"What's that?"

"If I said that two years ago you would get really nervous and turn bright red. You were such a good one. What happened?" Gabriella shook her head and rolled her eyes, used to the teasing.

Gabriella was scared as hell. For good reason. Eighteen years old, away from home for the first time, in a big city, knowing no one. She hardly had any guy friends in high school, and she was about to live with three. She was about to become part of an industry she knew nothing about. You'd have to be insane to not be scared. It was something she had never anticipated. If someone had told her a year ago that she was going to move to Miami to pursue a career as a model, she would have asked them what drugs they were on. Yet, here she was, Elite Model Managements newest model.

It all began with a simple dinner. Her parents had invited some old friends who were visiting Seattle from Miami over for dinner. Her mother had gone to law school with the woman, Renee, and her husband, Jon, was a photographer. Although Jon knew Gabriella was beautiful when he met her, as a photographer he knew that just because a woman is beautiful in person, it doesn't mean she will be striking on camera. Then he saw the photographs of Gabriella on the wall. From that moment, he knew that his friend's daughter had amazing potential as a model.

The Montez family had of course been shocked to hear this. They knew their daughter was beautiful, but actually using her beauty as a career, it was crazy. She was a quiet, shy, straight A-student who loved math and science and was ivy-league bound. Not exactly model material. But even though just like her parents, she flagged it off, knowing it was ridiculous, she couldn't help but accept Jon's business card, when he offered it to her at the end of the night.

As she lay on her bed staring at the card, she would think about her life and her future, eventually coming the conclusion that she had never done something crazy or spontaneous. So she called him. One phone call had led to another and before she knew it she was telling her parents that she was deferring from college to go to Miami and model. They hadn't exactly been happy, but after a lot of tears and screaming they accepted it.

So here she was, at Miami International Airport, asking herself what the hell she was doing. After getting her two suitcases, and thanking the older man who had helped her after seeing her struggle to do so, she made her way to the taxi stand. For the first time since she had landed, a feeling of relief had washed over her body, for she didn't have to go searching or wait for a taxi. The cab driver put her suitcases in the trunk as she climbed in.

"Where to?" The man asked as soon as he slid into the driver's seat. She began to frantically search for the little piece of paper, trying to find the address, feeling stupid that she didn't think of it before.

"Umm…it's called The Portifino Tower…I have the address somewhere…"

"It's okay, I know where it is." Gabriella sighed in relief and smiled at the cab driver thankfully. As he began to drive to her new home, she stared out of the taxi in awe. She had never seen anything like it. It was so sunny, full of life. Everything was so eccentric, so unique. She was so caught up in the environment that she didn't even notice the fact that they had arrived. As soon as she paid the driver and stepped out of the cab, her jaw hit the floor. The building must have been 50 stories.

"Welcome to the Portifino Tower miss, how can I help you?" She whipped her head towards the man, still in shock.

"Umm, I'm moving in…"

"Oh okay, why don't you go to the front desk and we will grab your luggage." Gabriella just nodded, still surprised, not expecting to be treated like she was arriving at a hotel. She slowly made her way into the lobby of the condominium, even more in awe. It was beautiful, extremely modern and everything looked perfectly placed.

"Welcome to Portifino Tower, how can I help you?" The woman at the desk asked as soon as she approached.

"Hi, my name is Gabriella Montez. I'm moving into the Elite Model Management condo today."

"Of course! We've been expecting you Ms. Montez," she replied and Gabriella couldn't help but smile at the welcoming feeling. "I'm just going to have you sign these and I will grab your keys."

"Okay." Gabriella briefly read over the few papers that had been placed in front of her, and signed them all.

"Okay, you are on the 21st floor, condominium 2113, here are your keys, the elevators are to the left and someone will bring your luggage up right away." Gabriella smiled and thanked the woman, before walking over to the elevator. Her heart pounded as she did so, getting even more nervous. Once again, wondering what the hell she was doing, she made her way up to where she would be living for…well she had no idea for how long. As soon as she found the door with a plaque that read '2113' she took a deep breath before opening the door. As soon as she did, she gasped. It was amazing. Just like the lobby, it was modern, but simple, it kind of reminded her of a Real World suite. Immediately hearing voices, she nervously walked down the hallway, wondering what her new roommates were going to be like. As soon as she reached the end of the hallway, she opened the door, and immediately froze at the sight of her four new roommates in the kitchen. There were two girls and two guys. The two girls were screaming at each other and the two guys were holding them back so they wouldn't hit each other. She was in such shock that she didn't even process as to what the girls were yelling about. Too frightened it wasn't until the red head girl stormed out of the room that she made her presence known.

"Umm…hi." Three heads whipped towards her. "I'm…I'm Gabriella…I'm gonna be your new roommate." All their eyes widened. Once the shock wore off the African-American boy looked down at the blonde girl who was still in his arms.

"Good job making a good first impression." She shot him a glare before escaping his grasp and making her way to Gabriella with a smile on her face.

"Hey, I'm Sharpay Evans, welcome. I'm sorry you had to witness that. You will soon that Nicole is an over-dramatic bitch, and she tends to push my buttons." Gabriella couldn't help but giggle. "Anyway, that's Chad and Brett."

"Nice to meet you guys."

"You too."

"And obviously Nicole was the one who walked out, and Troy is at a shoot, so you'll meet him later. Why don't I show you around?" Gabriella smiled widely, extremely happy at least one of her roommates was sweet.

"Ok."

Later that night, Gabriella plopped down on the chaise lounge that rested on the balcony. She sighed, happy that finally the crazy day was over. Just as she did, her phone rang. She removed it from her pocket, and didn't even need to look at the caller ID. She knew who it was.

"Hey mom."

"Gabi! Finally! I've been so worried!" Most of the time Gabriella would roll her eyes at her over-protective mother, but this time around her heart melted, knowing that her mother wasn't over reacting. Plus, it was nice to hear a familiar voice.

"Sorry mom, it's been really crazy."

"It's okay. So how was your flight? Did you get to the condo okay? How are your roommates? Are they nice to you?"

"Yeah, it was good. And they're nice."

"Oh thank god, tell me about them."

"Well there is Sharpay. She's really sweet. She gave me a tour of the place and helped me unpack. She's pretty crazy, she has a lot of energy, but I can tell she's one of those people who's fun to be around. Then there's Nicole, I haven't really talked to her, she left right after I got here," Gabriella lied, knowing that it wasn't a good idea to tell her mother that the girl was a complete bitch and gave her the cold shoulder. "Then there's Chad. He's really funny and goofy. And Brett. He's just calm and chill. There's Troy too, but I haven't met him yet."

"That sounds great sweetie."

"Yeah it is." After talking for a few more minutes, Gabriella hung up the phone, tears welling up in her eyes. Although she was sitting on a balcony, looking out over the Atlantic Ocean, she missed Seattle.

"You must be Gabriella." Gabriella jumped and wiped her tears as quickly as possible, before turning around to see probably the most attractive boy she had ever seen.

"Umm yeah. Troy?" He smiled, making his way out onto the balcony. As soon as he came within a few feet of her, her breath hitched at the sight of his stunning baby blue eyes.

"That's me. Can I join you?" Not being able to find words, she just nodded, leading him to sit down on the chaise next to her. "So how's Miami treating you so far? I talked to Chad. I heard you got quite the greeting." Gabriella laughed at the mention of Sharpay and Nicole's fight.

"Yeah, it was pretty crazy."

"Oh you haven't seen anything yet." Gabriella looked at him in shock.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh yeah. That was what we would consider a mild one. Nothing broke. Just wait. It's actually really funny."

"I'm sure."

"So, you didn't want to go out with everyone tonight?"

"No, I'm pretty tired. It's been a crazy day." Troy nodded.

"Yeah, I can imagine. But don't worry, there will be many more opportunities." Gabriella froze. The fact that she was tired wasn't the only reason she didn't go out with her roommates. Truthfully, she had never been to a club. She had never even been to a big party. She didn't have a fake ID. She didn't drink. But she wasn't about to admit that.

"Umm, yeah," she replied and he smiled, leading her to look at him confused.

"Not the type to go out to clubs, huh?" Her eyes widened, and she tensed up, worried that he was going to make fun of her and tell everyone, even though he did seem like a nice guy. Troy noticed this and chuckled. "Don't worry, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with that." Gabriella smiled, feeling truly comfortable for the first time since she arrived in Miami.

"What happened? What happened is I was corrupted. And who's fault is that?" Gabriella shot back and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey you told me you wanted to let loose, how was I supposed to know that you were gonna turn into a nympho."

"Shut the fuck up." Troy couldn't help but smirk amused, leading her to shoot him yet another death glare.

"Whatever you say love." Just then they heard the door slam, followed by Chad, Sharpay, and Brett entering the kitchen.

"I swear to god if that bitch doesn't move out soon, I will flip out."

"Cause you haven't done so already?" Troy asked Sharpay confused.

"Shut the fuck up."

"You know that is second time in like 60 seconds that I was told to shut the fuck up?" Both Gabriella and Sharpay smiled.

"Hardly a record for us," Gabriella replied.

"Yeah."

"Anyway, have you heard the news?" The four other models looked at Sharpay wondering what the hell she was so excited about. "Elite is buying the condo across from us. There's gonna be more model housing." She then turned to Gabriella. "Which means hot boys right across the hall, which means you won't have to resort to sleeping with Bolton every night." Gabriella blushed as Chad and Brett broke out into laughter.

"Hey Shar." Sharpay turned to Troy and smiled like she had not just dissed him.

"Yes?"

"Fuck you."

If there was one misconception about the life of a model it was that it was glamorous. That couldn't be more false. And although Gabriella was all glammed up, she had never felt so gross in her life. She had been sitting on a boat for hours in the hot Miami sun and being all sweaty while having to lean against a guy who was even sweatier was not fun. Therefore, she was pretty relieved when the photographer told them to take a break and she was able to go inside and sit down.

"I'd throw you in the ocean to cool you off, but the hair and make up people would probably be pretty pissed at me." Gabriella turned to Rob and chuckled.

"Yeah, but thanks for the offer."

"Anytime," he replied, sitting down next to her. "So we haven't had a chance to catch up, how's life?"

"Great. You?"

"No complaints. How's everything going at the house?"

"Insane. As always. Sharpay and Nicole got in a fight over a flat iron this morning."

"Of course they did," he laughed. "I still have yet to figure out how management has no idea about any of it."

"You and me both."

"Anyway, you still fucking Bolton?" Gabriella turned to him and narrowed her eyes leading him to chuckle.

"That's none of your business."

"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed harder as Gabriella simply gave him the finger. "That relationship makes no sense to me."

"It doesn't make any sense to a lot of people, but it works."

"I know, which is the crazy part."

"Yep."

"Rob!! Gabriella!! We need you back on set!!" Both models groaned before standing up and making their way back into the hot Miami sun.

Troy looked at the clock and sighed. 12:30. Gabriella's shoot wasn't supposed to go this long. Which meant that she had most likely gone home with Rob. Finally coming to the conclusion that he was going to spend the night alone, he shut off his iPod and turned off the light. Just as his head hit the pillow he heard the door open. He smiled widely. She hadn't gone home with him. His smile widened when he heard his door open. After a little bit of rustling around, in which Troy knew meant Gabriella was changing into his clothes. She crawled into the bed without saying anything. It always amused him how different things were. He always found it adorable when she would shyly tap him to wake him up and nervously ask him if she could sleep in his bed, but he had no problem with the way things were now. It didn't take two seconds before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

"You didn't go home with him." She shook her head.

"I wanted to spend the night with you."

"Why's that?" He whispered in a flirtatious tone.

"Cause you're my number one." He smiled and pressed his lips to her shoulder.

"Good, cause you're my number one girl."

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