DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything relating to High School Musical. I make no money by writing this story. I write purely because I enjoy it, and using these characters seem to make the story come to life more in people's mind. So don't sue!~ The only thing I own is the plot!

Summary: Gabriella, alone, gets a minor role in the musical. Because she is no longer Sharpay's rival and they spent almost every waking hour together for rehearsals and performances, Sharpay actually took the time to get to know Gabi and not surprisingly the two became friends. However on their last day before spring break Sharpay notes aloud just how isolated Gabriella makes herself and offers to bring her "new bestie" with her to her trip for the vacation. Later admitting it to herself Gabriella takes her up on the offer of a spring break get away. Two weeks of spa treatments, makeovers, singing, dancing, truth or dare. But what else could be in store for Gabi? Ryan Evans of course.

A/N: and for all Troyella fans please note that I am sorry but I am a HUGE fan of RYELLA *giggles and swoons ~ o/o 3

A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW IM DESPERATE. IF I DONT GET ENOUGH REVEIWS I LOSE MOTAVATION FOR THE STORY.

Anyways...

ONTO THE STORY!

Ryan sat there in his despair with his head resting on the sand and his back rubbing roughly against the grains. He laid there letting the sand and salt mix in his blonde hair as he stared at the angry clouds above him. He wanted to be like them, to be angry and wreak havoc on those who wronged him. But he knew it would be pointless to do so. Because he knew all along that there was always a possibility that this could happen. After all he was East High's drama king, and despite his passion for acting, dancing, singing and everything Broadway, that was not a privilege. It was a curse.

Until now Ryan didn't really mind all that much. In fact he walked the halls like he ruled the school. But with the girl he has found himself dreaming of in the arms of the real East High primo boy, Ryan found himself yearning that he was able to be the same as Troy Bolton. He could feel the wind whip around him but he knew well that the rain would not pour down on him any time soon, because the world was not so gracious to him in that way. The beach stretched out past him at both his sides and he was as alone as he felt.

Ryan groaned as he sat up. He couldn't stop thinking about everything- the almost kiss, both of them, the date, her smile, those malted chocolate eyes. His head hung as he continued to think- the run in with the basketball star, their lips connected. His heart sank lower with each scene. This girl, she had come into his life without a single try. She stole his heart from right out his chest and he wasn't even aware of it happening until it was far too late. And now he wanted to wish that he knew nothing about her so it would be easier to walk away and not give a single thought about it. But at the same time he couldn't find it in himself to actually wish it because she had changed him, in the most subtle ways that made all the difference. How could that be possible? He wasn't even sure himself. Ryan could feel how much more he cared about his connection with other people besides his sister, or rather his lack of. The haunting realization that he never sang a song that wasn't a duet. The smile he has now seemed all the more… real, with warmth in his heart and a glow in his eyes that was never there before.

He sat there sitting up, staring at the ground up stone beneath him, which glittered under the moon light. Ryan had been avoiding her the entire day, and those bright eyes were searching as she turned the corner the last he saw them. Was she looking for him or was she looking for Bolton. If she was looking for him it was probably just to apologize that she couldn't return his feelings. He never realized it, because it had never had happened to him, because he never felt this way before about anyone, but unrequited love hurt so much it makes you feel empty.

His blue eyes widen and Ryan nearly face planted into the sand. He was now lying down in the sand on his stomach and his arms were crossed for a rest for his head. After everything that has happened these past 24 hours how could he even think that? He loves her? Ryan Evans loves Gabriella Montez? But as he thought about all the time together since spring break began he couldn't say he didn't understand the reason why. It wasn't even that she was a bad person, she was actually the most beautiful perfectly flawed person in his eyes, and he could shake his self pity off long enough to admit to himself that she probably deserved someone like Troy, a primo boy.

But Troy had hurt her in the past. He was the reason Gabriella felt the need to get away from Albuquerque. He was the reason those first few days it was difficult at times for Gabriella to look him in the eyes. He had made a fool of her, and made her a laughing stock at school. She didn't deserve that. Maybe she deserved more than him but she also deserved more than Troy.

But how could he stop her from being with a guy that would repeat what he had previously done? Could he do anything at all? He can talk to her for sure. But that doesn't mean why he says would make a difference at all. But he wanted to say something. He wanted to say everything.

And sure maybe his mind was just trying to rationalize everything for him so he can have an excuse to tell her how he feels once more, and yet with much more. But Ryan was happily at peace with that fact as he got up to run back to his room, making scenario after scenario in his mind of what he would do the next day, as the rain started to fall, slipping time and again in the sand.