Chapter 3
by: msbball8 aka Calli
To: Gabby Montez
From: Jason Cross
Subject: Forgive me
I don't know where to begin. I can't stand this. I'll tell you what "this" is.
"This" is sitting here all day, seeing you in your cubicle knowing that you said you never want to speak to me again.
"This" is watching you walk towards me thinking that you've changed your mind, and only have you walk by without even sending a glance in my direction.
"This" is knowing that you'll walk out of here at the end of the day, and I have no idea where you'll be going, what you'll be doing, and that an extremely long amount of time will pass before you walk through the doors the next day.
"This" is-or I should say "these are"?-the countless amount of hours where my mind leaves me and follows you out the door going nowhere, and getting right back to where I started, thinking about "this"
Jason Cross
Senior Correspondent
New York Journal
To: Jason Cross
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: "This"
That was really moving Jason. Have you ever thought about writing fiction for a living?
Seriously, I think you've got real talent.
Gabby
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Chad Danforth
Subject: We got e-mail!!
Tay!! Look!! We got e-mail!!
Isn't it righteous? Anyway just thought I'd say hi. Now we can e-mail each other all day long!
What are you wearing? How come you never wear that bustier I got you?
Hey, by the way, my uncle Jared is throwing us an engagement party next weekend. Nothing fancy just a pool party out in Long Island by his house. So keep Saturday free!
Love you,
Chad
To: Gabby Montez
From: Taylor McKessie
Subject: Another one
Look, Chad's uncle Jared is throwing us an engagement party (yes, another one) and I'm tellng you right now, YOU HAVE TO COME. Seriously, Gab, I don't think I can handle another round of Danforths without you. You know what their like.
And this one has a pool. You know there going to throw me in. You and I both know it.
Say you'll come and prevent me from being humiliated. PLEASE.
Tay :0
P.S.: Don't give me the damn dog excuse again.
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: I can't
You know I cant go. How am I supposed to go all the way to Long Island when I have Buffy to think about? You know he has to go out every four or five hours. My Steve Maddens are getting worn out as is, running back and forth between the office and my apartment building, trying to get there in time. No way can I go out to Long Island, the poor thing might explode!
Gabby
P.S.: Sarah-you know the supermodel, and Donald Trump's latest arm candy dumped him! She dumped Donald! It's said he's devastated, and she went into hiding.
Poor things, I really thought they were going to work out.
To: Gabby Montez
From: Taylor McKessie
Subject: Buffy
This is totally ridiculous Gabby, you cannot put you life on hold for this woman's dog. She must have some family out there that can do it. FIND THEM.
You've done enough, for Pete's sake. I mean you probably saved her life. Let someone else take care of her pet's digestive schedule.
I mean it. I am not getting into that pool without you. If you don't find this woman's next of kin. I will.
Tay :(
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: Buffy
It's easy for you to say let someone else handle Paco. The big question is WHO?
Mrs. Evans's only living relative is her nephew, Ryan, and not even the cops can find him to tell him what happened. I know he lives somewhere in the city, but his phone number's unlisted. Apparently, he's some up-and-coming photographer. At least according to his aunt. And, quite popular with the ladies…hence the unlisted number, I assume so the ladies' husbands and boyfriends cant track him down.
And of course his aunt doesn't have his phone number written down because she obviously had it memorized.
In any case what do I do? I cant put the poor thing in a kennel. H's already freaked out enough, with his owner being…you know. How can I leave him locked up in a cage somewhere? Seriously, Tay, if you saw his eyes, you couldn't do it either. He's the sweetest thing I ve ever seen, including nephews.
If only he were a man I'd marry him. I swear.
Gabby
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Chad Danforth
Subject: What do you mean you're not going?
Taylor, you HAVE to go. The party is for YOU. Well, you and me , but that's beside the point. You cant not go!
And don't give me any of that bull about you don't want my family to see you in a swimsuit. How many times do I have to tell you that you're the hottest girl in the world? Do you honestly think I care what size you wear? You got it goin' on girl.
You should only wear the thongs I bought you more often.
I don't understand why it's such a big deal that Gabby goes. Why do women always have to do things together? It doesn't make any sense.
Besides, if you feel that strongly about it, just tell them that you have swimmer's ear and cant get in the water.
Jeez. I don't get you women. I really don't.
Chad
To: Gabby Montez
Cc: Taylor McKessie
From: Sharpay Baylor
Subject: Your little problem
Darlings:
I couldn't help but overhear your little problem in the ladies room. I was occupied or else I would have joined in (we really should tell someone how narrow those stalls are.)
First of all Gabby, honey, Ryan Evans didn't just have any old picture in the Whitney-which you would know if you ever stepped foot outside of Blockbuster long enough to see some real culture. He has a stunning self-portrait on display there, in which he was…lets just say in the nude. But, if you ask me the man's a photographic genius.
Though that might not be where his true talent lies, from judging that photo…if you get my drift.
I'm sure you do.
Anyway, he has, for reasons profound to me, chosen to cheapen his gift by prostituting himself out for photo shoots such as, last winters Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. And he just finished up the Victoria's Secret Christmas catalog, I believe.
All you have to do, children, is contact those people and ask how to get a hold of him.
Well, ta ta for now.
XXXOOO
Sharpay
P.S.: Oh, Gabby, about Jason. Look, cant you throw him a bone to chew? He's no good like this. And him being all mopey is giving me a migraine.
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: Ryan Evans
Listen, thanks to Sharpay, I think I've finally tracked down Ryan Evans!
At least, no one seems to have his number, but I've got an email address. Help me draft a note to him. You know I suck at groveling.
Gabby
To: Ryan Evans
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: Your aunt
Dear Mr. Evans,
I hope you get this. You are probably not aware that the police have been trying to contact you for several days now. I am sorry to inform you that your aunt, Lorna Evans, has been seriously injured. She was a victim of assault in her own apartment.
She is currently listed in critical condition at New York Memorial Hospital. Unfortunately, she is in a coma, and the doctors have no way of knowing if she will ever come out of it.
Please, Mr. Evans, if you get this message, call me as soon as possible on my cell phone 917-243-9643, if you prefer, email me. We need to discuss how you think your aunt's pets should be cared for while she's in the hospital.
I know this is the last thing you need to be worried about right now, considering how grave your aunt's condition is, seeing how much of an animal lover your aunt is I think she would have some sort of system set up. I am her next-door neighbor(in apt. 15B), and I have been walking Buffy and taking care of her other pets, but I'm afraid that my schedule doesn't allow me to be taking full-time care of Buffy. Taking care of him is affecting my job performance.
Please contact me as soon as you can.
Gabriella Montez
To: Gabby Montez
From: Taylor McKessie
Subject: The letter
I like it. Short and sweet. Gets the point across too.
Tay :)
P.S.: I think it's good that you left all the tardies out. No one in the real world cares about tardies. Just OUR flippin' workplace.
To: Taylor McKessie
From: Gabby Montez
Subject: The letter
Yeah, but do you think he'll get it? From what people have said, this Ryan Evans seems to be taking on the role of playboy artist to a whole new height. I cant believe he's never hit Page Ten before!
Plus, it seems like he's always on the road. The guy was in Thailand for a shoot last month, Hawaii last week, and this week who knows? Nobody seems to know where he is.
Oh, and it's no good trying his cell phone: According to Sports Illustrated, he lost it scuba diving in Belize.
If he even gets the message does he seem like the guy who will do anything about it?
I'm a little worried.
And it's ok I guess. I mean, I'm bonding with the cats(well, Mr.Peepers won't come out of the bed), and Buffy's like my best friend now.
But, Human Resources has sent me five more tardy warnings. They are seriously going to put me on probation. But what can I do? Buffy NEEDS a good hour long walk in the morning.
Still, if I have to ditch another society function because I have to walk that dog, I'm going to be fired. I completely missed the Emmy's because Buffy wouldn't go. I walked him for like an hour
Dave was furious, because the Chronicle got the scoop on us.
Though the Chronicle is doing celeb gossip, I cant imagine I always thought they were to highbrow for that!
Gabby
To: Jacob Cooper
From: Ryan Evans
Subject: Message
To Whom It May Concern:
Please deleiver the following message to Sarah Banks, who is in the Sweetheart Rose Cottage.
Sar-
Do not-I repeat DO NOT- accept any messages, telephone calls, faxes, e-mails, etc., for me from a woman named Gabriella Montez.
No, don't worry, she's not my ex. She's my aunt's neighbor. Apparently, Lorna took a tumble, and this Montez chick is trying to get in touch with me about the stupid dog.
But we aren't going to let her ruin our little getaway together are we?
So don't even answer the door until I get there. I'm just finishing the ANTM shoot, and then I'll be taking the red-eye from LAX, so I ought to be there in time to watch the sunset with you. Keep the champagne chilled for me.
Love ya,
Ry
To: Ryan Evans
From: Jacob Cooper
Subject: Message
Dear Mr. Evans,
It is my pleasure to inform you that your message for Miss Banks has been delivered.
If there is anything else that we here at Happiness Inn can do for you to make your stay a more enjoyable one, don't hesitate to let us know.
We look forward to you joining us tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Jacob Cooper
Concierge
Happiness Inn
Miami, Florida
To: Gabby Montez
From: Ryan Evans
Subject: My aunt
Dear Ms. Montez,
I am shocked. Deeply shocked and appalled to hear what has happened to Aunt Lorna. She is, as I'm sure you know, my only living relative. I cannot thank you enough for the efforts you've gone to in order to contact me and let me know.
Although I am currently on assignment in Africa-perhaps you've of the drought here in Ethiopia? I am doing a shoot for the Save the Children fund-I will begin making preparations to come to New York at once. If my aunt is to wake up before I get there pleas assure her I'm on my way.
And thank you again. Miss Montez. Everything they say about New Yorkers being heartless is obviously untrue in your case.
God bless you
Sincerely,
Ryan Evans
To: Troy Bolton
From: Ryan Evans
Subject: S.O.S
Dude.
I'm in trouble
You've got to help me out.
I'm serious. You don't know what's at stake here. I have a chance for an extended vacation with Sarah.
Yeah, you read that right. Sarah. The supermodel. The one who just dumped Trump. The one who did those ads for the new bra with the water pump. The one on the Sports Illustrated cover.
Yeah, THAT one.
But, it's not going to work if you don't do me one tiny favor, buddy. Just one little favor. That's all I'm asking for.
And I know I don't have to remind you of Spring Break in Vegas where I saved your you-know-what. Remember? Senior year? I have never seen a person drink as many pitchers of margaritas as you did that night. I'm telling you, I SAVED you. And you swore to me the next day(by the pool, remember?) that if there was anything you could do for me you'd do it.
Well, today's the day. I'm calling in the favor.
Crap, their making us put away electronics for takeoff. Write back man.
Ryan
To: Dylan Bolton
From: Troy Bolton
Subject: Ryan Evans
I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming, and it just now arrived: A dispatch from Ryan Evans, demanding payback for a favor he did me in out senior year of college.
My God, that was a decade ago. The man has a weird mind. He cant even remember his own Social Security number, but he remembers I owe him a "favor" What did I ever to deserve this?
You remember Ryan dontcha Dyl? He was my roommate senior year, the one I got my first apartment with when I moved to the city after college. That dive after Hell's Kitchen, where the guy got stabbed in the back the first night we were there- remember? It was in the papers the next day…I think that's what led me to become a crime reporter, as a matter of fact.
Remember how Mim offered to get me out of there, so I could move in with her and live, to quote her "like a human being"? God, after 2 months of living with Ryan, I almost took her up on it. It's like the guy still thought we were in college- half of Manhattan would show up in our living room for Monday night football every week.
No hard feelings when I moved out, though. He still calls me every few months to catch up.
And now this.
God only know what Ryan wants me to do for him. Rescue a raft full of Cuban ballerinas, I suppose. Or the house the Australian rugby team. Or loan him the 50 thou he owes to the Russian mob.
I am seriously considering leaving the country, Dyl. Do you think Mim would let me use the Lear for the weekend?
Troy
To: Troy Bolton
From: Dylan Bolton
Subject: Ryan Evans
I hesitate to ask, of course, as your big brother I feel I have a right to know:
What precisely, did Ryan Evans do for you that left you owing him this enormous debt?
Dylan
P.S.: Megan says when are you coming to visit? The kids have been asking about you. Lyndsei's riding post, and Jenna won best jumper at last week's exhibit.
P.P.S.: No go on the Lear Mackenzi's using it.
