A/N: I'm not sure about this story, so please let me know what you think.. and I don't own HSM.

Chapter 1

"So, are you up for a home-spa this afternoon?" Sharpay asked down the phone. Gabriella snorted.

"You're joking, right?" Gabriella replied sarcastically. But of course, Gabriella knew she wasn't joking. Ever since Mrs. Montez had mentioned how Gabriella wasn't 'girly enough', Sharpay had decided that she wanted to give Gabriella a complete makeover. Gabriella had always been 'one of the guys', as Sharpay had put it, but that was the way Gabriella liked it. And then there was Troy, Gabriellas next door neighbour. They had been best friends ever since they could remember. He was dating Sharpay. Although Gabriella and Sharpay were completely unalike, they still got on really well. Sharpay would rather be shopping for more clothes to fill her HUGE closet, while Gabriella was happy to be playing a game of basketball with Troy, Chad and Zeke. Troy liked how Gabriella was 'one of the guys' too. Sure, he loved Sharpay, but it was nice to talk to a girl who didn't just care about what she wore or how much weight she wanted to loose. And a girl who could get ready in less than 2 hours.

"Does it sound like i'm joking?" Sharpay answered brightly.

"Unfortunatley, no." Gabriella said. "And I wouldn't be seen dead at a home-spa, thanks very much."

But despite having said that, Gabriella turned up on Sharpay's doorstep at 2pm, after a lot of begging and persuasion from her. But Gabriella had decided to make a quick exit whenever Sharpay wasn't looking.

"So.. you made it!" Sharpay grinned, while pulling Gabriella in to her gigantic house and leading her up to one of her many, many bathrooms. Taylor was already there, and they had both set up everything. Gabriella sat down cross legged next to Taylor, who looked at her as if to say 'What the hell are you wearing?' Gabriella looked down innocently at her clothes. She was wearing an old basketball jersey and some baggy shorts. She had her long chocolate brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail.

"What?" Gabriella said. "It's better than that." Gabriella gestured over to where Sharpay was sitting, who was too busy painting her toenails (pink) to hear what they were saying. She was wearing a short, pink halter-neck dress, pink wedges and little glitter (also pink) hairslides.

"Not really," Taylor replied. Gabriella rolled her eyes. Typical of Taylor to stick up for Sharpay, she thought to her self miserably. Suddenly, Sharpay's cellphone rang. She looked at the caller ID and picked up eagerly.

"TROYSIE! I haven't seen you in ages!" She shrieked dramatically down the phone.

"Troysie?" Gabriella asked with a disgusted look on her face. She heard Troy laugh from the other end of the phone and say, 'Is Gabs with you?'

"Yup. Me, Taylor and Gabbi are having a home-spa!!" She replied. Troy sniggered, but luckily Gabriella didn't hear him. She turned to Taylor.

"What is this stuff?" She asked, grabbing a handful of green slush out of a bowl infront of them. Taylor smirked.

"It called a facemask. I forget how... boyish you are."

"...Oh, Troysie, do you really have to go?" Sharpay whined, still speaking on the phone.

"'Fraid so," Troy sighed.

"God, do you have to call him Troysie? It makes me want to throw up," Gabriella yelled.

"Who are you to tell-" Sharpay began, but she was interrupted by Gabriella throwing a handful of the green slush in her face. Sharpay squealed and dropped the phone.

Troy had already caught on to what was happening, simply because he knew Gabriella too well. As he hung up, he smiled to himself, remembering a time about 6 years ago.

Flashback

"Troy, how could you?" Gabriella screamed, pretending to be offended. They were baking a cake in the Bolton's kitchen, and Troy had been stirring the mixture a little vigourously and had accidently splashed Gabriella.

"I'm sorry!! It was an accident! Please forgive me!!" A ten year old Troy yelled. Gabriella nodded, giving Troy the impression she had forgiven him. But as soon as Troys back was turned, Gabriella screamed

"INCOMING!!" Throwing an open bag of flour at his head. The whole bag split, and went everywhere, including all over Gabriella, which she had not intended to happen. Troy doubled up laughing and fell on the floor, so Gabriella picked up two eggs and flung them at Troy, who was still rolling around in the floor, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks helplessly. One egg hit Troys stomach, which just made him laugh harder, and the other hit the floor and cracked, causing Gabriella to slip over and land on top of Troy. When the two had stopped laughing, which was a good 10 minutes later, they both ran to the fridge, grabbed whatever they could and started hurling the food across the room at eachother.

Although it took hours to clean up, after a screaming Mrs. Bolton saw the room, they didn't care because it was the most fun they'd had in a long time.

End of Flashback

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT, MONTEZ!!!" Sharpay roared, grabbing some some of the facemask and flinging it across the room. Gabriella ducked and it hit Taylor instead. Suddenly, they were all chucking water, bubbles and facemask across the room.

A few hours later, when they were all covered, they collapsed on Sharpay's bed. Luckily, they didn't have to clean up because Sharpay's maids could do that.

"That was so much fun!" Taylor exclaimed. Sharpay nodded in agreement, and looked towards me.

"Yeah. You may look like a boy, but we still love you," she grinned. Gabriella felt a pang of hurt inside her.

"I do not look like a boy!!" She yelled.

"Fine, but you dress like one. Will you please give this makeover thing a try?" Sharpay asked, pouting. Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"Ha. You know that face only works on Troy."

"Gabs, i'm serious." Gabriella sighed, and thought for a moment.

"Ok, fine."

"YES! RESULT!" Sharpay shouted, jumping off the bed and punching her fist in the air. "Right, go get cleaned up. We're going shopping." Gabriella groaned and walked towards Sharpays bathroom, deeply regretting the decision she had made. It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Ok, I thought that was pretty boring, but it's just a starter. Please review, it means a lot!