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"I thought, wait I can do this, I thought that it mattered what I said or where I said it. Then I realized the only thing that matters is that you, that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be and if you let me I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way."

Chandler Bing, Friends


"Gabriella."

The temptress seductively smirked, causing his recognizable eyes to roll to the back of his head pleasurably. As she walked towards him with sexiness latched onto her arms, he felt himself completely loose control of all thought. She was dressed in a ruby dress that revealed her olive shoulders and draped to the floor elegantly. Yet, even in the elegance, she looked as though she was a sex goddess about to grant him wishes he could never imagine.

"Troy…" The puffy bright lips sung before she gingerly arched her back, taunting his hungry eyes by stretching to reach the small zipper in the back of the dress. The dark mahogany wood amplified the erotic moments. The seconds ticked by too long before she was completely pealed of the clothing and shimmied down to where he was lying with his back grazed the back wooden wall.

Her warm skin pressed against his long torso as he gripped at her back in desperation to grip onto some sort of reality. But the temptress sliding naked across his cold nude skin was keeping him in a blissful state. "Fuck Gabriella… you're trying to kill me."

Her normally sweet and chocolate brown eyes were crimson with desire. She bared her sparkling white teeth before bending slowly, tauntingly over his erect member. "Is this how you wanna die?"

Troy groaned erotically before she pressed her lips against his hardness. "Fuck… fuck… Gabi… yes… God that's it…" His head pounded against the headboard as his chest rose at uneven levels. Sensations of pure pleasure were running through his system, like she was forcing a magical poison into his blood that would satisfy him for a million years.

"Troy…" Her face was shockingly beautiful as the lustful eyes lifted to meet his striking blue. Thirst was there as her lips curved up into another unbelievable shape. He wanted her, and he didn't want her to stop what she was doing.

Gabriella then dipped her head down again and began to give him what he was craving, her tongue circling the head of his manhood...

"Troy?"

The smooth voice flooded his fantasy before the lids that covered the ceruleans eyes fluttered in a haze. At first he was blinded by the bright sunshine that stretched across the edges of the grey toned bedspread. The golden pendent that rested on his bare chest sparkled under the strange behavior of the outside world. His heavy lids blinked a couple times before he finally focused on the attractive thirty-six year old. Her flowing coca hair fell onto her slender body gently, and her slightly pale soft face held compassion in the dark grey eyes. Troy's own blinked before his heart continued to beat irregularly. Oh shit.

"Sweetie… it's almost seven." The woman gently leaned down to press her smooth lips against his clammy forehead. Troy did everything in his power to turn his body sideways so she wouldn't notice the popping "friend". Not that the large comforter wouldn't hide it, but his self-consciousness was skyrocketing. The last thing he needed was his adoptive mother knowing that woke up with a morning erection.

"It… it is?" Troy stumbled over his words just as he glanced at the high tech alarm clock that also played his iPod when he woke up each morning. She was right. The screen glowed a sea colored blue, 6:54 AM. School started in a little over an hour.

"Come on, I have breakfast ready… French toast. Your favorite." Lucille Carson sung in her soothing voice with a warm smile that would fill up any room. Unfortunately, not the room where Troy still had his "problem". He was calculating the best way to get to some sort of pants to cover the tent beneath his boxers right now. Good thing he wasn't moaning or anything while he was sleeping. Lucille didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary. Well… that was a plus. Now he had to get out of the room.

"Thanks Lucille. I'll be down in a minute." Troy promised before the woman gave him another comforting smile.

"Don't fall bask asleep again okay?" She laughed before stepping over the heaps of clothing that was piled in the center of the white room, his dirty laundry. Troy attempted at a smile before Lucille slowly closed the door, a sigh of relief echoing through Troy's rattling lungs.

He felt insanely guilty for thinking about her that way. She was so… so perfect. So innocent. And his dreams always mutated her into some seductress. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but she just transformed into some sex hungry slave. God, couldn't he control himself for like three minutes? Evidently not. But that was just the effect that she had on him. The cruel and tortuous effect.

Letting out a sigh, he jumped out of his queen sized bed and strode across the snow colored carpet through the gigantic room to reach his black dresser. Everything was so sleek in the large house that over looked some of the emerald forest. He had a glass window facing north that spilled in the uncommon sunlight. A giant poster of Dwayne Wade hung over his head board, and before he turned around to walk by the shiny flat screen computer sitting in the corner towards the bright door, his cyan eyes glanced at the single picture of two adults and a young boy with sparkling baby blue eyes, each holding his hand. Troy smiled at the thought of his parents before he subconsciously reached for the glinting gold pendent on his neck.

After taking a soothing shower to calm his nerves and morning "best friend", Troy jumped down the last stair in a lime colored t-shirt and jeans that hung low enough to see his navy boxers to land gracefully on the wooded linoleum. He slowly jogged to the kitchen to see brunette man dressed in a matching tie and dress pants reading the white newspaper. His careful fingers drummed against the table gently, before his caramel eyes glanced up, at the same time as his bright teeth glinting in the light. "Morning Troy."

"Hey Jack," Troy smiled happily before taking two steps at a time to meet the inviting smell of French toast at the counter. He didn't even bother to grab a plate or the syrup and butter that were set out for his father. Troy was a picky eater, and it used to drive Lucille up the wall when he was younger. But he was just one of those people who only had cheese on his cheese burgers and just sausage on his pizza. He had a select taste. "Holy crap… it's sunny." Troy joked after a few moments of comfortable silence as Jack's deep laugh filled the room.

"Yeah… it's a shocker isn't it?" he flipped the newspaper over before standing slowly, towering over Troy by a good three inches. "I gotta head to the hospital… just make sure your skin doesn't burn in the sunlight alright?" Jack teased before pressing his tender lips to his wife's forehead, who was sitting at the table as well with a Good Housekeeping in front of her.

"You make me sound nocturnal or something." The seventeen year old mused before shoving the last bit of golden toast in his mouth before Lucille rolled her gray eyes.

"If you don't clean your room soon… you'll get as much daylight as someone nocturnal." Troy did his best not to scowl at her threat to ground him. So instead he smoothly gripped the backpack lying on the floor and slung it over his tough back. He gently leaned over the light wooded table to kiss his adoptive mother's cheek before catching up with Jack to walk out with him.

"Yeah, yeah… I'll clean it. See ya Mom!" He used the interchangeable name for her before heading towards the large garage.

He may have not had his biological parents, but for what he had, he was pretty damn happy with his home life.


"I'm moving to Florida."

Gabriella looked up at the valedictorian who was closing her eyes blissfully enjoying the brightness. The soft breeze tickled Gabriella's midnight colored hair gently. The bright sun pelted down onto her already dark skin, but it felt good feeling the rays once again. No one wanted to stay inside the cafeteria for lunch, for days like today didn't come around that often. She wasn't complaining, it gave her a slight feeling of being back in Albuquerque once again. Back when she and her mother used to stay outside and enjoy being with each other.

"No you're not." Her boyfriend responded before popping a vibrant orange carrot in his mouth before shaking his head profusely.

"If it gets me sun like this everyday… hell I'm gone." Taylor's headstrong nature pointed out, causing both Gabriella and Taylor to begin giggling along with Jason chuckling. Zeke had a distant look on his normally happy face, as though he was thinking something over in the time they had spent sitting on the tender grass.

Two weeks had past since the first football game Gabriella had attended. It seemed that each day she was at East High, the more she seemed to like it. And not ALL of it had to do with the person who was not present at the time. She had grown extremely close to most of Taylor's friends, plus became acquaintances with others outside the group. She was… dare she say it… fitting in with the crowd. It seemed like almost everything was what she had ever wished for in life.

Well… almost everything.

There was something that always loomed in the shadows of her life, even when it was brightly sunny like this. Troy and Eric. The tension towards the two captains was slowly beginning to heighten, but in subtle ways. No one else noticed it, but Gabriella could pick up if she mentioned one in the other's presence, their faces would falter for a brief moment before picking back up again like nothing was wrong. Eric especially. She was still a bit shaky talking to Troy so fluently, but hell… the mystery of what she was going to say to him next was just as exciting. She enjoyed the thrill of him, though it scared her how quickly she felt herself desperately need to see him just to get through the day satisfied.

"Hopefully the weather stays this good for the bonfire." Kelsi's soft voice commented, causing Gabriella to remember there would be a bonfire on Saturday night that a girl in her English class invited her to. It would be smaller than the party in The Clearing but she was eager for the weekend to come. Now that it seemed she had a life, she enjoyed it and would probably go back to missing it if it was taken from her.

"I'm not counting on it." Taylor sighed sadly.

"Have faith!" Jason eagerly exclaimed, letting Gabriella giggle at his excitement.

But to divert her attention from the circle, Gabriella glanced towards the dark school until she saw two silhouettes immerging from the building. Gabriella squinted her coffee eyes until she recognized the indescribable sparkling golden skin beam from the overdose of sunlight. She almost had to shield her eyes from the dazzling figure that trotted to them, dressed in a lime green colored shirt and loose jeans. Beside him was the flawless blonde that seemed to narrow her light eyes disapprovingly as they approached the group. Gabriella held her breath as the snow white smile glinted at her before he lifted his large hand in a wave.

"I don't care what you say," Sharpay argued as their voices became crystal clear. "It's disgusting."

"No it's not… it's like heaven!" Troy's velvet voice persuaded. His strong arm began to move around wildly as though he was making an image. "One and back and one in front… damn it Shar… obviously you haven't tried it yet."

"Because it sounds fucking disgusting! You're such a pig…" She insulated, Gabriella's eyes matching everyone else's as they grew wide.

"Why? You're just squishing them in between!" Okay… Gabriella wasn't one to know anything about sex, but this did not sound "G" rated. Actually, to be completely honest, she had only had one boyfriend in the past. That was freshman year. They dated for about four weeks. The only thing they had ever done was he shoved his tongue into her mouth for about ten seconds in his best friend's basement. They broke up the next day.

So, saying that, Gabriella couldn't even count that as making out. She had just kissed, but she wasn't a stranger to different… experiences one could perform. Hell, any girl would be lying if they said they hadn't been curious when they picked up a Cosmopolitan before getting a trim. Sharpay shook her thin head, the blonde ponytail swung wildly grazing the back of her open mermaid turquoise top. "If you miss then you're going to get white shit everywhere!"

"You wanna try it right now? I'll prove it's fucking amazing…" Troy responded just before reaching for his tan lunch bag.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?!" Taylor questioned hysterically, Gabriella shrinking away at the thought of Troy having a threesome. How experienced was he anyways? She didn't know. But he was captain of the basketball team and shared the title as the most popular guy in school with her new best friend. She had a squirming gut feeling that made her depressed. She seriously doubted he was innocent.

Both Troy and Sharpay looked at each other slowly as though they were confused by the question. Gabriella once again almost fainted at the sight of his sparkling blue eyes in the light that were so much more attractive when hit by the sunbeams. They glistened like azure diamonds, her new favorite color. "Um… putting two double stuffed Oreos together?" Troy questioned as though it was obvious.

"What did you think we were talking about?" Sharpay asked just as everyone's faces relaxed as each of them took a spot next to Jason and Kelsi. Immediately, sighs of relief flooded everyone's faces, the knot in Gabriella's stomach suddenly loosening. Okay, maybe Troy hadn't had a threesome, but it still didn't keep her from being intimidated by his sex appeal.

Gabriella blushed a ruby red just in time to have Troy glance towards her direction. Her favorite crooked smile crossed his smooth lips as his dark eyebrows raised suggestively. Her tiny shoulder shrunk back timidly, before Troy shook his head as though to beg her not to be self conscious about what she thought they were discussing. "Never mind." Chad mumbled softly before shoving the monstrous slice of pizza towards his mouth.

Zeke's dark skin moved slowly and tenderly sat down behind Sharpay, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. If Gabriella wasn't watching closely, she would have missed the microscopic eye roll from the light brown eyes. What was so wrong with getting attention from your boyfriend? She would have wanted it if Tro… err… her boyfriend would have done it. If she had a boyfriend. "Where were you two?" His deep voice asked before pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. His voice was slightly protective, but then again Gabriella wouldn't blame him. She wouldn't be sure if she would be able to contain herself even if she had another boyfriend when being around that God alone.

"We just had to talk about some things." The cobalt eyes caught the milky brown, a sight that Gabriella did not miss. Was there something wrong with Sharpay? She couldn't help but feel her eyes gloss over in a green haze before returning back to normal.

Lunch passed quickly, then again, time with Troy around passed like wildfire, rapidly and intensely. Before she knew it, the bell had rung and she found herself, unfortunately, back inside and sitting in the desk beside the Abercrombie model with Mr. Dimple droning aimlessly about the cones and rods in the eyes. Boring.

"Cones are sensitive to color…" The squeaky voice informed the inattentive class while pointing towards the giant diagram of the eye that was painted on the chalkboard. Gabriella had subconsciously been doodling with the multiple colors on her desk to label with.

Before she even knew what was happening, a sudden folded piece of paper flopped onto her desk. Her mocha eyes narrowed before she noted the small printed crow gray scribble of her name on the top of it. Looking around to catch the eye of someone towards the front of the class room, she didn't see anyone until her stomach jolted. She spied the identical hand writing and black pen that was held with the glittering red stone. Gabriella's heart increased to a race pace before she slowly opened the note.

So what did you think we were talking about at lunch?

Her dark eyes shifted sideways to see the faint worthy smirk plastered on his flawless face. Gabriella felt her stomach flip inside out and back right again before timidly pressing her violet colored ink to the snow paper again. Her heart racing to levels she couldn't catch up to. They were exchanging notes. Even though it seemed that they were, dare she say it, friends now, whatever he did always left her fearful, yet delighted.

It's really not a big deal… just something that was completely wrong.

She tenderly tossed the note back. Watching intently, Gabriella noted his fluid movements that were so quick they were almost unnoticeable. His sparkling eyes scanned her penmanship, which suddenly became unworthy, even if it was much neater than his was. Another amused smirk rested on his perfect lips before he bent down and scrolled something else. The bulk of paper landed back on the neat desk before she could blink.

Wrong? As in dirty? ;)

It seemed that he always knew exactly what to say to cause the bright blush on her cheeks to erupt. Oh no, what was she going to do now? She couldn't tell him what she was thinking. He'd probably assume that she was insane. Not that he probably didn't think that already, but this was just drawing the line.

Another tiny scrap of paper floated onto her desk before she could respond to the first one.

Sorry… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

A shy grin crossed her puffy lips before she turned to him, feeling the heat rise beneath her olive skin as their almost never-ending stare connected again. Her heart pitter pattered loudly against her thin ribs. How could he be this perfect? Even though he was so unbelievably sexy, he had a caring side to him that she enjoyed just as much. Everything about him she wanted to swallow herself into. He was just… Troy. That's all she could describe him as. There were no other adjectives that would be able to compensate for it. Troy Bolton. It was everything good in two simple words.

No… it's just embarrassing.

She scribbled the note back before tossing it towards him, though her small body leaned over too far and she accidentally slipped, her arm catching the floor before her forehead could crash to the linoleum. She could hear giggles from above and the sudden squeaking of chalk to come to a halt. Mortified, her blood red face lifted to see that the bug eyes were staring at her intently.

"Is there a problem Miss Montez?" Mr. Dimple questioned through his overly large glasses.

She could hear the chuckle from the satin voice beside her as she rapidly shook her head from side to side, too mortified to meet anyone in the eye. "No." Her timid voice whispered before the stubby teacher shook his head as though he should have known that she would have fallen sometime today.

Gabriella gently returned back to her upright position, the curtain of midnight hair covering the right peripheral so he wouldn't be able to see her. Why did this always happen? Why couldn't she just be able to stay sitting for like ten minutes? No one in her family was this clumsy, so why did she get it?

"You okay?" The soothing voice asked concerned, making Gabriella peak through her hair to see that he was smiling softly at her. The beating organ inside her chest skidded to a halt.

Gabriella nodded shyly before returning her head back down to her diagram and did everything she could to keep herself from staring at him. Why in front of him too? He probably thought she would never be able to do anything without hurting herself. But then again, he did say he liked to save her all the time, didn't he? She had become too intranced with her thoughts, daydreaming about what it would be like to walk down the hallway with the cool hand laced with hers. Pretending his muscular arms were wrapped tightly around her figure like Zeke's were at lunch. Fantasizing about the icy lips that could move with hers so perfectly if their lips connected.

By the end of the lecture, she hadn't even noticed she had unconsciously been shading the iris on her diagram the perfect shade of ocean blue.

She also didn't notice that the matching diagram on the basketball captain's desk was the dark chocolate color that danced in her own eyes.