This idea came to me, so here it goes!
I do not own HSM(sadly)
10-year old best friends Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton were lying down on the grass in Troy's backyard. Nobody understood why they were best friends, because Gabriella was the braniac, and Troy was the basketball guy. But they just were.
"Gabi, you're smart right?" Troy asked.
"Just as much as you are stupid, so yeah, pretty smart!" She answered.
"Ok, then why did every boy in 3rd grade think girls have cooties, when there really is no such thing, but right when we get to 4th grade, we realize, they don't?" He asked.
"Troy, you are stupid. There is no such thing as cooties; Some parents tell their kids that to mess with them."
"And Gabi, why do you have lots of nicknames, like Gabi, Brie, Ella, Brielle, Briella, Gabs, Gab-"
"OK! I get it, get on with it…"
"Well, I don't have any, I'm just Troy."
"You're name is four letters. My name is nine. It's easier to get a nickname with more letters. Would you like me to call you Roy?"
"NO! That name is stupid. Never mind that."
"Ok…" They became silent for a while.
"Gabi, can you spell ?'' (A/N: That is the real spelling!)?" Troy broke the silence.
"Troy you can be so dumb sometimes."
"But can you?"
Gabi sighed. "S-u-p-e-r-c-a-l-i-f-r-a-g-i-l-i-s-t-i-c-e-x-p-i-a-l-i-d-o-c-i-o-u-s. Happy?" Troy went off asking her ridiculous questions, and Gabi was sure she was about to explode when he asked a question that for once, Gabi didn't have an answer to. A question that could make her mind explode it she let it, a question that had no true answer unless you experienced. A question that she would be able to answer, a few years down the road, with the same person who asked it to her in the first place.
"Gabi, what is love?"