I'm back, everyone! Gosh! I haven't posted anything new since August! In that time, I had to re-learn how to use FanFiction because there's a new darn layout... HSM3 has come out... I've just finished writing this 93 page story, and I'm currently doing crappy in U.S. History, but don't worry, that won't stop me from posting!

Besides Army Wives, this is my favorite story! My sister is obsessed with it... and well, no one else has read it yet :)! So I hope you read it and enjoy... because here it goes... it's starting!


Troy and Gabriella have been emailing buddies for years. They know everything about each other, from the font they use when they're happy to the amount of exclamation points after a dramatic sentence. And when they run into each other in the real world... they suddenly get to know a lot more about each other; like the sound of each other's laughs and the pounding of each other's hearts. When saying goodbye, they smile before the front door closes with an "I'll Email You."


I'll Email You

Chapter One

A Regular Day

Gabriella was smiling deeply as she looked at her computer screen. She had gotten another email from Troy Bolton. She had never met him before, but she felt like she knew him perfectly. Gabriella felt that he was her best friend. They had met each other through a class assignment in which they had to find a pen pal, but instead of writing letters they sent emails. The class was over, but they still found themselves returning the constant emails from each other.

She scanned over the large email, separated in paragraphs and smiled as she read about his time at a basketball camp where he was teaching little kids the right way to play basketball. She laughed at his complaints and sighed at his love for life.

Gabriella was suddenly thrown out of her thoughts when something fairly hard hit the back of her head. She spun around in her computer chair and glared at her older brother who was standing in her doorway.

"Dinner's ready, dork." He said as he walked into her room, picking up the hackie-sack that he had thrown at Gabriella.

"Did you have to throw that at me to get my attention?" She asked him angrily.

"Well, when you're talking to your boyfriend, there's no way to get your attention other than hurting you physically." He said with a smirk as he walked towards the door.

Gabriella gasped and got up from her chair, following her brother out of the room.

"He is not my boyfriend. I haven't even met him in person!" Gabriella objected.

"I know. I just had to get you down for dinner and that comment always works." He smiled.

"You're such a jerk, Charlie." She huffed as she followed him into the kitchen.

"Yet people still love me." Charlie said as he smiled egotistically.

Gabriella rolled her eyes at her brother and sat down in her usual chair by the window at the kitchen table. She blinked away the steam coming up from her plate and sighed as she stabbed her fork into a piece of mini corn.

Charlie shoved his elbow into hers and she slapped him before their parents had a chance to yell at them. She looked out of the window to ignore the regular business talk between her parents and to get a chance to think about what she would say to Troy when she emailed him back.

Within an hour, Gabriella was back in her room, listening to the sound of the summer night from her open balcony doors. She was looking at her computer screen once again, tapping her mouse with her finger as she thought. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and began to write her reply.

To: TroyPROBolton(at)comcast(dot)net

Subject: Hey Pen Pal

From: GabriellaSWEETMontez(at)comcast(dot)net

I cannot believe you spent your Saturday evening mopping up vomit from an exhausted eight year old! I can just see you now… basketball shorts, fancy shoes, and a mop in your right hand. Can you picture me laughing? Well, I am.

How's Charlie? Like you need to ask. He's a jerk who can't get over himself. He's just a star jock who thinks because he has a letterman's jacket, he's set for life. I may be one year younger than him, but I can see right through his little act. On a better note… he's leaving for a basketball camp where he'll be gone for THREE weeks of the summer. In that time, I will recover from the headache I now have from his hackie sack hitting my head and hang out with the girls without disgusting comments from Charlie or his friends.

Speaking of friends how's Zeke? Has he got those chocolate chip cookies right? I wish I was there to taste them! Chocolate chip is my favorite!

Well, I can hear Charlie coming up the stairs and I need to lock my door before I'm ambushed. I'll talk to you later Troy, and next time, don't try to be cool and feed all of your campers candy and soda before they play basketball.

Your Friend,

Gabriella.

P.S. The stars can be seen today! No clouds, the rain is gone. I'm now in heaven.

Oh! And wear sunscreen. We wouldn't want you getting a sun burn!

Gabriella smiled as she pressed send and leaned back in her chair. She sighed as she took in the fresh night air and slowly got up, walking over to her balcony. She picked a leaf off of her tree and picked at it as she let the wind brush against her skin. A smile crept on her face as she looked at the stars. She loved the stars; looking at them made her think that there was so much worth loving in the world and that seeing all of those great things would take so long to actually look at.


As much as I know you want Troy to be a real person that you can talk to you, the above email is made up. I'm sorry to disappoint you. Oh, and sorry for the short first chapter, I didn't realize it's size until now.

Here's my schedule: I'm not updating again until Thanksgiving Break!

Much love,

unknownbyhim22