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A/N: Anyway, here's the next chapter to Saawirya's 'Dear Diary' challenge, I hope you all enjoy!

Dear Diary: Gabriella

CHAPTER 2

FALLLING IN LOVE

Dear Diary,

Do you know that the definition of love is: 'if you love someone you have strong emotional feelings of affection for them'? Do you know I have the smallest, tiny, miniscule feeling in the pit of my stomach that's telling me I am forming strong emotional feelings of affection for Troy Bolton? Do you know I'm so screwed up over this that I actually am beginning to stumble over my words whenever I'm near him?

Seriously falling in love with Troy is probably the last thing on my things-to-do-before-I-graduate list. Skydiving is higher on my list than falling in love with Troy. Skydiving. I'm afraid of heights. Go figure. Anyway, I am falling head over heels in love with Troy Bolton, surprised? Cause I sure am. What the hell am I meant to do about it? Seriously, its not like either of us even thought we would get this far in our relationship, I mean Sharpay's always that stupid constant threat despite what she says, Troy's only just beginning to get over the whole I'm-jealous-of-Ryan thing and with our little screw-ups here and there it's a wonder we haven't killed each other yet. I mean, I'm constantly saying things that make him feel completely stupid, not that he is, its just the way he is and he's constantly pointing out my lack of sporting finesse that apparently is 'essential' to being Troy Bolton's girlfriends. It leads me to consider that the cheerleaders have only hooked up with my boyfriend and never actually gone out with him because seriously, my lack of sporting finesse relates to a relationship with Troy how? God, I'm even avoiding talking about this stupid subject on paper, at twelve o'clock at night when I should be asleep because I've got a very long, very emotionally draining deep and meaningful conversation with Taylor happening tomorrow or today, whatever, and I need my sleep for that.

What I don't need is to be falling in love with Troy Bolton? What the hell am I meant to do? What am I going to say to him when I have to explain why I blush and have trouble forming coherent sentences around him? What's he going to say when he finds out that I've gone and done the thing that he hasn't expected me to do? I mean, I told him, clearly and precisely, at the beginning of our relationship that I had no romantic delusions about us and that I most probably won't fall in love with him. Seriously, our conversation went something like this:

'Troy I don't expect to be spoiled or given roses every Monday during the course of this relationship and I seriously don't expect you to fall in love with me cause I'm not going to fall in love with you. Okay?'

'Sure. And when you fall in love with me and I fall in love with you, I'll let you panic about it before forcing you to tell me what's wrong. Okay?'

Or something to that affect anyway. God, he saw this coming! What the hell? How did he see this coming and what did he mean by he's going to let me panic about it? Oh my God, I'm just analyzing this conversation now? How could I forget to do that? How could I seriously missed that little sentence? I. Am. So. Stupid. The stupid idiot knew that I was going to fall in love with him and he knew that I would panic about it before he forced me to tell him what was wrong! I want to strangle him so much right now! I cannot believe he saw this coming and I didn't! How did he see this coming!

Oh my God, oh my God. What am I meant to do? I can't kill Troy because I'm falling in love with him, I can't ask him how he saw this coming because, technically, that could have been his ego talking and, well, it such a Troy thing to do. I mean he knew this was going to happen! He knew I was going to start to fall in love with him! Why am I going over this again? Oh yeah, I am now so severely freaked out by this that I want to curl up under my comforter, suck my thumb and rock myself to sleep the way I did when I was little and hiding from the boogeyman. This is just brilliant. I mean, what's Taylor going to say tomorrow when I tell her that I'm falling in love with Troy? She'll probably get on the phone to her older sister and ask to add an eleventh rule to her ten foolproof ways or whatever one that involved falling in love and boys! God! What am I meant to do? Troy is so going to know what's going even before I open my mouth! I mean he did see this coming and here I am wondering what I'm meant to do.

Maybe I could tell him and then say that I'm going to try my hardest to start un-falling in love with him. That could do it. Or maybe I could tell him that I've started to fall in love with him and that we should take a break before I actually or fall. Or maybe I could just tell him that he was right, I was wrong and I've already done my panicking. Or maybe I could just accept the fact that I'm falling head over heels, sappy-romance-novel, totally clichéd in love with him and, before his ego gets to big, that it has nothing to do with how he plays basketball or what he looks like or those gorgeous blue eyes of his that seem to just know everything and absolutely everything to do with the way his eyes crinkle when he flashes his grin and the way that when I sleep over at his place he actually makes an effort to clean up his room or that before he drinks something for the first time he eyes it suspiciously before taking a sip and deeming it acceptable or when he's dealing with small children he's just so gentle and he knows what to do to make them laugh or the way he'll listen even when he doesn't want to or even when he chooses to put everyone else before him (disregarding when Sharpay's gotten her claws into him) and then suddenly remember that it might be a smart idea to do that himself.

And I've just realized that I'm not falling in love with the guy people see at school, I'm falling in love with my guy. And that maybe the definition of love isn't enough, and maybe the feeling in my stomach is right and maybe when I blush and stumble over my words around him, I'm doing it because even against my own wishes and panic, this was going to happen anyway and I should be pretty happy that I'm falling for someone who saw it coming. And I'll probably be all that when I've had sleep and the actual panic has subsided.

Love,

Gabriella

A/N: I know its short, but I think that's essential. I think if Gabriella was falling in love with Troy than she's more likely to panic and be incoherent than float on a fluffy cloud and tell him. I hope I got that across! And the definition of love just seemed like a Gabriella thing to me, I mean she probably would want to know what she was getting herself into!