S O M E D A Y

PART ONE: Once Upon A Time

SUMMARY: Relationships and friendships both flourish and falter amidst the pressures of senior year and life in general. A hopefully original take of senior year at East High. All characters; TxG CxT. M for coarse language, sexual references/depictions

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to be responsible for the creation of this brilliant set of characters. I just play with them. And make them act out my kinky fantasies.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello from the Gold Coast, Australia! No, not another stop... but from my very own laptop in my very own room with my cat sitting meowing beside me and my gorgeous Zac Efron poster staring sexily at me with his hand casually pushing up the white shirt (yeah, it's the Rolling Stone poster). Ahem. Before I get sidetracked... here's the next chapter!

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Chapter 10

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After a whirlwhind of a campaign, the most important day had arrived. Speech day; followed by question and answer time. Lunch period in the auditorium may very well be what was to make or break the campaign. Free period on Tuesday fell just prior to lunch, and Ryan and Gabriella had set down plans to meet to practice their speech one final time.

Gabriella stood waiting at Ryan's locker, foot tapping impatiently. She glanced at the time on her cell. He was ten minutes late. She dialled his number for the third time in the last five minutes. Once again, straight to voicemail. She racked her brain, trying to make sure that they had indeed confirmed it was his locker they were meeting at. Yes, yes it was. And he still wasn't there. She went tearing towards the quad, bypassing her own locker just in case he was there. No luck. She quickly spotted her group of friends.

"Have you seen Ryan?" she asked, somewhat desperately.

"Thought he was with you," Martha said.

"He's MEANT to be except he didn't show up and he's not answering his cell and we scribbled some extra changes to our speech during drama which we haven't gone through yet and so we HAVE to go through this before the speech and he decides to disappear off the face of the planet!"

"Gabriella. Chill," Troy said soothingly.

She paused and took a breath. "No one has seen him?"

"He left chem right on time," Chad informed her. "He did seem a bit weird but I didn't think anything of it."

"Great," Gabriella muttered. "If I were Ryan, where would I be?"

"Have you looked in the auditorium?"

It wasn't any of her friends who had spoken. She spun around to see Sharpay standing, hovering nearby.

"Uh... no. We weren't gonna meet there because we figured the other candidates would be in that area."

"Look backstage. I'd try the costume room. It's like... his little place he goes to. You know, like Troy's garden that he thinks no one knows about."

"Hey!" Troy exclaimed. "How did you know... okay... not the time."

"Thanks Sharpay," Gabriella said.

Sharpay shrugged. "Whatever."

Gabriella's legs had never moved as quickly as they moved in the next couple of minutes. There were just twenty minutes remaining to find Ryan and practice and time a seven minute speech; and make any changes necessary. She didn't even have time to contemplate Sharpay's sudden good willed gesture. She beelined straight for the costume room.

And there he was, wearing a crown and cape, standing in front of the full length mirror.

"To thee and thine hereditary ever
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'd on Goneril. Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young love
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
Strive to be interess'd; what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak."

Gabriella hesitantly took a step forward, Ryan spotting her reflection in the mirror.

"Didn't think you'd find me."

"I got a tip off."

"Shar?"

"Yup."

"Damn her."

"Ryan, is this really the time to be dressing up and reciting Shakespeare? It was very good and everything but... we kinda did arrange to meet."

Ryan turned around, taking off the crown and placing it on a table.

"I must have lost my mind ever thinking that I could do this. Costumes and Shakespeare I can do. Throw in a merry song and dance and I'm even better. But... class office? Who are we kidding?"

"Ryan, you have been amazing so far!"

"It's all a show though, all this stuff. Working out the best way to present yourself. But let's say we win, let's say that people actually took Sharpay's shadow seriously - as if I have the ability to LEAD people."

"Firstly, I take issue with the inference that you are Sharpay's shadow. The fact that you and I are doing this independent of Sharpay is proof that you are more than that. And secondly, I already have gone through with you all the reasons why you can do this. Why you would be a great person for the job. That you have both personality and passion and a desire to make things better for everyone."

"I think you're confusing me with yourself," Ryan remarked.

"Ryan, we can't pull out now."

"Oh, there's no way that YOU'RE pulling out. You should have wanted to run all along, this is so for you it's not funny. But maybe... maybe I shouldn't be doing this. It would be wrong to run and be elected and then not be able to do it properly or..."

Gabriella thwacked him across the arm. "You're just being ridiculous now. We're not talking about being president of the country here. You'll be running a team of people who will organise bake sales and pep rallies and fundraising events and school dances. It's not rocket science."

"It's way more than that, our whole platform is based on the fact that we want it to be more than that!" Ryan exclaimed, horrified that Gabriella would make such an insinuation.

"Yeah but like you said it's all show. Like we could actually CHANGE anything. Like we actually have any ability to impact upon curriculum or budget decisions or..."

"Of course we could! If we backed up our ideas with research and rounded up support!"

Gabriella crossed her arms, smiling smugly. "You really sound like a guy who isn't capable of doing this."

Ryan stared at her. "You're crafty."

"I am no ordinary running mate," she returned with a smile.

"Far from ordinary."

"Seriously Ryan, I think that we can do this and I think that we could be really good at it. As a team, you and me. I don't think we will be like the stereotype of what class office teams are normally like which is good. That's our premise. That we want change. That it should be about more than just someone pretty and popular."

He sighed. "I know, I know."

"Anyway, more importantly... I think you should be doing it for you. There's a reason you wanted to do it in the first place. To show that Ryan Evans is an awesome guy, that he's more than just Sharpay's shadow."

"And like how you want to do it to show that you're more than Troy Bolton's girlfriend?" Ryan returned.

Gabriella gave him a small smile. "Maybe."

Ryan took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. "Okay. Just enough time to run through the speech."

"So you're in?"

"I'm in."

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In many ways it had been like the lead up to Twinkle Towne the year before. Gabriella had been the nervous one in the lead up, but when it came to crunch time it had been Troy who had nearly buckled under the pressure. Gabriella had been so focused on making sure Ryan made it on stage without running away again that she didn't have time to think about her own nerves. There was only a brief moment in the minute before their speech where she suddenly felt her throat go dry. But looiking at their group of friends in the very centre of the room was enough to pull her through. Troy blew her a little kiss, making her blush. She knew there and then that she could do it. That THEY could do it.

And do it they did. Ryan and Gabriella's speech had a thunderous applause; and lots of students were smiling and nodding in response to the answers they had provided during question and answer segment. Beyond 'better cafeteria food' and 'band at prom' - there wasn't a lot of substance to their key opponents campaign.

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However it was Wednesday which was crunch time. Students had until the end of lunch period to cast their votes in the student administration office. Classes were then let out fifteen minutes early to allow for the seniors to make their way to the auditorium to hear the announcement of who had been successful with the vote - with the announcement being made over the PA for the rest of the school. Gabriella was gripping onto Troy's hand so tightly that he had slight fingernail indentations in his skin. Upon arrival, she went to head to the stage to sit beside Ryan and and the other nominees. Troy grabbed her by the arm.

"Hey. Good luck," he said softly, leaning forward and kissing her softly.

She squeezed his hand gratefully. "Thanks."

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Basketball practice was simply going to have to be pushed back by fifteen minutes or so. Well, that, or go ahead without Troy, Chad, Jason and Zeke. The mob of people surrounding Ryan and Gabriella waiting to congratulate, hug and chat to them about their plans was overwhelming. Troy was growing impatient. Finally he just pushed through the crowd, grabbed Gabriella's arm and pulled her away from the conversation she was engaged in. The look on her face was one of annoyance until she realised whose hand it was on her arm.

"I bet you're sick of being told 'oh my God congratulations' so I will just do this," Troy declared, and pulled her in for a deep, lingering kiss - not caring about the assortment of teachers present who might choose to interrupt with a 'no PDA' reminder.

Gabriella pulled away a little breathlessly, smiling brightly. "Okay I think you should just keep doing that on behalf of all the 'oh my God congratulations' people," she said with a giggle.

Another arm caught a hold of Gabriella - it was Taylor's arm.

"Oh my God congratulations!" Taylor squealed, wrapping her arms around her friend in a tight hug.

From Taylor however, the comment wasn't fake or forced. It was completely genuine.

"You're a hard woman to get to, we've all been at the back here waiting politely for the mob to disappear. Troy led the way and just pushed them all away."

"I feel kind of bad. All these people are coming up and telling me they voted for us and I don't even know who we are. Can you all maybe go through the yearbook with me and tell me about, like, everyone in the year?"

It was easy to forget that Gabriella was still relatively new at East High, in contrast to the rest of them who had been going to school together for years.

Ryan came over, grabbing Gabriella. "Hey, the school paper want a photo."

"Ryan buddy, good work," Troy said, his tone completely genuine.

He held out his hand. It was a handshake which symbolised a whole lot more than just a hand shake of congratulations. Ryan looked Troy straight in the eye, nodding. "Thanks man. You guys have helped so much, we couldn't have done it without you."

"Where are the school paper people?" Gabriella asked.

"Backstage."

She turned back to Troy and Taylor. "Duty calls," she apologised. "Hey! You have to get to practice. You have a team to get ready for the season."

Troy rolled his eyes. "Yes Coach."

Gabriella smiled. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Thanks so much guys, seriously. Ryan was right - we couldn't have done it without you."

"Come on," Ryan said, tugging at her arm.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming."

As he led her away, Ryan leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Thank you."

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No one noticed the pretty blonde haired girl sitting at the back of the auditorium; dressed in pink and adorned with accessories. Sharpay was watching the stage as Ryan had his arm around Gabriella. They were posing for several photographs together. Her eyes were narrowed, her lip quivering slightly.

No one noticed, that is, except for one.

"Hey," Troy said quietly, sliding into the seat beside her.

"Don't you have practice?" Sharpay asked.

"Meh. I'm already like fifteen minutes late. What's another few minutes?"

"I guess."

"You okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Troy sighed. "Well, you're sitting here looking like you're gonna burst into tears. Sorry if that gave the impression you might have been upset."

"I'm fine Troy," Sharpay said softly. "You know, my twin brother and pretty much the only person who can stand me will now have even less time to care about me or what I am doing. I'm just fucking fantastic."

"I don't think he's doing it to spite you, Sharpay. Shouldn't you be happy for him? I mean, it's something he really wanted to do."

Sharpay shrugged. "Whatever."

"Do you..."

"Go to practice Troy. I don't wanna talk about it."

"Shar..."

"Troy. I mean it."

Troy nodded, and stood up. "If you change your mind... I'm around."

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Thursday's physical education class was a health science theory day, Troy's least favourite day. He preferred to be out on the oval, in the gym, anywhere other than in a classroom. It was however one of only two classes that he and his friends all had together, so it wasn't all bad. Chad had dragged his chair over to Troy's desk as they were asked to break into pairs to discuss the diagram on Page 92. Or, you know, pretend to talk about the diagram and talk about other stuff.

"Did you wanna hang together this afternoon?" Chad asked, referring to their half day, being able to leave at the beginning of lunch period.

Troy shook his head. "Sorry man, I'm busy. I'm going to Gabi's to study. We're making it a regular thing."

Chad raised his eyebrows, a sly smile. "Study… right… so that's what the cool kids call it these days do they?"

"No really. I'm going to Gabi's to study."

And he was serious. With Troy's sudden decision to work really hard during his final year of school, he had decided Gabi had the right idea in the first week when she had suggested they study together.

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On Thursday as the final period before lunch - being the final period of the day - came to a close, Gabriella practically sprinted to meet Troy at his locker.

"Ready?" she asked brightly.

He looked at her, amused. "You're like a machine, Gabi. You've just had a crazy few days. And we have a whole half day off for the first time ever and you are all excited about studying?"

She gave him a small smile. "I like routine... and... and I like spending time with you. It doesn't make it feel like studying, you know?"

The smile he returned was genuine. "Yeah, I do know."

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Troy would go to Gabriella's and they would sit in her room and study. Sometimes together, whether it be doing research for assignments they had in common for Economics or Physics, or Gabriella helping Troy with his Trig. Sometimes separately, when Gabriella was focusing on Calculus II and Troy was working on his PE work – yes, there was the health science side of the theory. Troy found it motivating, having someone so dedicated to her work in the room. And Gabriella found that it was helping to feed her constant urge to have Troy around. If she tried to study when he wasn't there, she was increasingly finding it difficult to concentrate, with her thoughts drifting to Troy and his gorgeous smile, soulful eyes, spectacular abs…

Gabriella was sitting at her desk, just doing homework. The monotony of every day life could be a drag; but there were also times when it was a comfort. Troy was sitting back on her bed, meant to be reading a textbook. Instead he found himself gazing at Gabriella that afternoon, just doing the every day things that she always did. He had watched her do them dozens of times, probably more. It never failed to fascinate him. He never failed to love the way she would concentrate really hard, chewing on her pen, her brow furrowed. She would speak softly to herself, as if talking through the problem. Then she would inevitably figure it out – as her brain always allowed her to do. A flurry of writing, more murmurs, this time more positive. And then she would pop the pen down on the desk and look satisfied with her work.

It hit him right then, a sudden epiphany. He'd kind of known for a long time, possibly since he met her, if you could believe that. He'd felt indescribable feelings, Gabriella had become the completely central figure in his life. But he hadn't really, truly understood. He hadn't been prepared to put a label to those feelings.

The movies would have you believe that the most important things in life that need to be said should be expressed in moments of grandeur.

Troy had nearly lost Gabriella over summer.

Grandeur no longer seemed like a necessity. What was more important was Gabriella knowing he wasn't going to take her for granted. That he not only wanted - but more importantly he needed her in his life. She was completely indispensable. That it was her very being which provided meaning to his days.

"I love you," he said softly.

Gabriella spun around in her chair. She still had the end of her pen in her mouth. Here she was, settled into her calculus homework, immersed within a very different world. And three tiny yet giant words later, she suddenly was in a completely different world. The world of Troy Bolton. She coughed, and removed the pen from her mouth, placing it carefully onto the desk.

"I'm sorry would you mind repeating that?" Gabriella said, trying to keep her voice even.

"I love you," Troy said, a little more emphatically. He stood from his place on her bed, and went over to her desk, taking her by the hands and bringing her to stand up with him. "It uh… I know I probably should have led in with some speech about how amazing and special and beautiful and incredible you are but… I wasn't planning to say it. It just hit me. And I thought you should know, because I never, ever want you to doubt my feelings. So there it is. I'm hopelessly in love with you."

It would be easy for Gabriella Montez to have bouts of jealousy in regards to her boyfriend. As Taylor had made so clear to her back during her first days at East High, there were many girls vying for his attention. And why wouldn't they? He was absolutely, breathtakingly stunning; he was not only a hot shot basketballer but the captain; and more importantly, he was a nice guy. Decent to everyone around him, down to earth – the boy next door. But jealousy had never really been a problem for Gabriella. Sure, there were moments when a cheerleader would brazenly greet him with a flirtatious wink right in front of her that would cause anger to brim. However, even when Sharpay had spent half of summer trying to steal him away, the issue for Gabriella had never really been about Sharpay. It was about Troy, and the way he was treating the people around him.

Looking at Troy that afternoon, she knew it. Gabriella had felt it since the very beginning days of the relationship, since those beginning dates where everything was a little awkward and yet flirtatiously perfect. She'd been sure of it since summer. Telling Troy that she had to leave him - had been the moment she'd known. It's funny how sometimes, it takes losing something to know how much it means to you. But she hadn't said anything.

Somewhere deep down, she knew that he felt it too. Troy's eyes gave it away. When he would look at her with his soulful blue eyes, gazing into her very inner core, he allowed her to see inside. He gave it all away. Just one look from Troy, just the one glance in her direction - had the power to quell any fits of jealousy. There had never been any doubt about where his devotion was placed. And there was no doubt that his words were completely genuine, completely heartfelt, completely sincere.

"I know," she replied softly. "And I love you too."

Troy's face broke into a wide smile. When the words had slipped out of his mouth, he didn't care about whether it was reciprocal, he hadn't had the time to contemplate 'what if she doesn't say it back'. It had just come out in that moment of clarity. However in the moments following his speech, in those few short moments that Gabriella had taken to process the information - that was when his brain had gone to that place. When it had occurred to him that these three tiny yet enormous words perhaps shouldn't have been thrown around so haphazardly.

Hearing them back made those short moments of blind terror and panic completely worth it.

"Really?" he breathed. "You do?"

Gabriella nodded. "I love you, Troy Bolton."

As lips gravitated together for a kiss; tongues probing; hands clawing - suddenly it was as though standing kissing one another didn't allow them to be as close together as desired. Troy instinctively guided them toward the bed, pulling her down on top of him. The kisses had started out being soft and languorous. But once they fell onto the bed, they became intense, heated, furious kisses. Legs were entwined, as though trying to maximise body contact. Gabriella's left foot was caressing up and down Troy's bare right calf. Troy shifted his weight so he was almost directly on top of Gabriella, pulling away from her lips momentarily to trail his kisses along her neck.

He nipped at the spot just below her ear, before whispering breathily, "I love you."

Gabriella's eyes fluttered open, her dark chocolate brown eyes meeting his cerulean blue gaze.

"I love you," she replied, a little breathlessly

She then forcefully pulled him towards her, attacking his lips with her own. She brought her right knee up, forming an upside down V. Troy's hand was running up and down her side, over her lip and caressing her bare outer thigh. As Troy returned her fervent kisses with equal vigour, she was clinging to the back of his head, raking her fingers through his hair. He knew that there was no way she could be oblivious to the evidence of his attraction to her at that moment.

They didn't hear the knock at the door, they didn't hear the door creaking open. It was only when Elena Montez cleared her throat that Troy and Gabriella pulled apart. Troy quickly shifted his weight back off of Gabriella, both sitting up quickly.

"Mom," Gabriella croaked. "I didn't hear you come home."

Elena held out the phone in her right hand. "Troy, your mother is on the phone. It seems you didn't answer your cell. She wants to know if you'll be home for dinner. You're welcome to stay here if you like."

Troy took the phone from Elena's hand. "Err… thanks," he said awkwardly.

Elena stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Troy brought the phone to his ear.

"Hi mom," he said, trying to sound calm.

"Hi honey. Are you staying at the Montez's for dinner?"

"Uh… just hang on a sec…" Troy covered the mouthpiece.

"Fuck. Shit damn fuck," Troy exclaimed.

"Troy, it's okay," Gabriella said soothingly.

"Should I stay?" he whispered. "After she saw that? Or…. Should I just go home?"

"Stay," Gabriella said immediately.

He nodded, and brought the phone back up to his ear. "Uh yeah, sorry. I'm gonna stay here for dinner, I won't be late though."

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Troy stayed for dinner, remaining downstairs with Gabriella for the rest of the evening under the watchful eyes of Elena Montez. He engaged in polite conversation, in an attempt to remind her that he was a lot more than just sex crazed maniac. That he was actually a good, motivated young man who was highly suitable to be dating her daughter. At a far earlier time than he would normally leave, he let out a fake yawn.

"Well I have homework and I think it's time to have an early night. Lots of basketball practice coming up."

Gabriella smirked at the lack of subtley of Troy's attempt to escape, but nevertheless just quietly walked him out to his truck. She didn't blame him for feeling a little uncomfortable and wanting to leave.

"I'll see you in the morning, okay?" he murmured, caressing her chin slightly.

She nodded, pressing her lips to his gently, and pulling away, lingering just away from his face.

"I love you," she said softly, earnestly.

"And I love you," he returned immediately, just as earnestly.

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When Chad stepped into Troy's truck the next morning, all it took was one glance over at his friend to know that something was up.

"Dude, what happened?" Chad asked.

Troy just smiled. "Nothing."

Chad had known Troy long enought to know when he was very clearly not going to budge. That moment was one of those. Taylor also stepped into the truck and couldn't him but notice the faraway gaze on Troy's face.

"Should you be driving? You look high or something," she said suspiciously.

"I'm absolutely fine," Troy insisted.

They pulled up at Gabriella's house and Troy jumped out to greet her at the door, feeling slightly wary as he approached. He rang the bell hesitantly, and was relieved when Gabriella came immediately and opened it.

"Morning beautiful," he greeted her, glancing around.

"She's not here," Gabriella said knowingly. "Already at work."

"Did she lecture you after I left last night?"

"No. But then again I didn't give her the opportunity."

Gabriella went to pick up her shoulder bag, but Troy grabbed her by the arm, pulling her in close to him.

"I love you," he said quietly, gazing into her eyes.

"You might have to keep saying it for me to believe that this is real," Gabriella admitted, blushing a little.

"I will say it over and over and over and over and over if I need to," Troy said. "I love you I love you I love you I love you. My God that feels good. Like I've been keeping it inside forever and ever, but now that it's out I just want to shout it from the rooftop. Can I shout it from the rooftop?"

Gabriella giggled. "No, you can't. You'd probably fall down and break your neck."

"Okay then I'll just keep saying it here. I love you."

She kissed him softly. " I love you too."

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Meanwhile, Chad had ran around to sit in the backseat with Taylor, and the two peered out the window, watching the long winded kiss that took place on the door step. The same faraway gaze that was on Troy's face was on Gabriella's. "What you think happened?" Chad asked his girlfriend.

"Something. They'll tell us sooner or later."

"And then we'll discuss it?"

Taylor smiled. "Of course. That's how this little group works. We all know everything about everyone else."

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"You think Chad and Tay are done spying yet?" Troy murmured into Gabriella's ear.

She suavely glanced toward the truck. "I couldn't care less."

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When Gabriella went to her locker between second and third period, she found a scrap of paper in her locker. Three words were all that were necessary.

I love you.

She arrived at third period economics class, took her seat beside Troy. She lazily ran her finger over his arm, tracing the words.

I love you.

Troy flicked a smile in her direction.

"Wanna go up to the garden during our spare next?" he asked softly.

She looked at him ruefully. "I have to meet with Ryan. We're going over the applications for student council."

"Oh..."

"Umm... maybe at lunch?" she suggested, a sly smile.

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Sitting in Calculus II, Gabriella's brain was anywhere but on the Calculus. Especially since for the first time ever, she hadn't finished the homework. She'd been distracted by Troy and those three litle words.

I love you.

Not that she minded.

But now, her brain was not only on the three little words. It was on the session which followed the three little words, it was on the lunch time rendezvous. Gabriella Montez was planning to meet up with her boyfriend in a secret location. And all that she could think about is that - after wolfing down sandwiches - they would have a whole half hour to themselves, a half hour where she could feel his lips on hers and her lips on his.

A note dropped onto her desk.

You gonna tell me what happened?

Gabriella glanced over at Taylor, who was looking straight ahead. Gabriella scribbled back.

Wanna come over this afternoon? I think I need girl talk. Wait. I KNOW I need girl talk.

Taylor smiled slightly reading the note, and nodded slightly.

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At basketball practice that afternoon, Troy's head was NOT in the game. It was far FROM the game. His head was in Gabriella's bedroom and on Gabriella's front door step and in the science club garden and now - after drama class - in the backstage of the auditorium. Where his four hottest make out sessions to date - with anyone, not just Gabriella - had taken place, all in the last 24 hours. Normally he would be cursing himself for allowing his thoughts to be wandering so far away that he missed a simple free throw. But he didn't care in the slightest.

When they took a quick break, Chad was quick to drag him away.

"Dude. You have to tell me what happened."

Troy looked his friend at the eye. "Hang out tonight after practice?"

Chad nodded. "A necessity, I think."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: It seems somewhat poignant to be posting what is such a monumental chapter on the day of my return... a day when I am filled with such incredibly vast, spaced out emotions that I don't know whether to be excited to be home or cry because I don't want to return to the real world. Anyway. So yes, monumental chapter, drastically important; not just with the ILY but a whole bunch of other bits and pieces going on BEFORE the ILY moment. But yes... specifically about the second half, I've read about eight thousand fics entailing the all important ILY moment and I am curious to know how you think this stands up. I wanted to do it somewhat differently, in a world of normalacy rather than in that moment of grandeur - as Troy epiphanises. So it isn't as dramatic I've read with some life or death revelation, or humourous with... pants... or any other way that I've read it. But yeah... I hope you can appreciate the angle I took. So please review, I really would like to know what you thought.

-Dani xo