AN: This story is a First Fanfiction from two authors. Two roleplayers who have joined together & decided to put their heads together aswell. I'm Jason & I write with Gabrielle. This is our first posted Fanfiction together. It's written in POV. Please enjoy the First chapter & we will update soon.

Disclaimer: We don't own HSM, Sadly. Kaythanks.

No Day But Today

Chapter (1)

Troy Bolton is 21 years old living in an Apartment building on the edge of town. After graduating High School he moved right into College, Getting his basketball scholarship. He was the star. Just like he's used to. That lasted about two years. He's received his Bachelors Degree & he got a job. He's still going to college a few nights a week. Happy to be away from home. Away from the nagging, the memories. Here he could be himself. The one person he knew anymore. Even his best Friend Chad had moved, far away. Florida to be exact, but he didn't want to get into that right now. Troy ran a hand through his hair & sat up in bed throwing his legs over the side. He groaned & brought his hands down over his face. Then standing up he stretched a bit feeling his muscles pull. Then started in on his normal routine. Shower, get dressed, and heat up a PopTart, maybe some coffee. Then gather the things he needs on his way out for that day. Walking out; don't forget to lock the door.

Morning was the worst time of the day in Gabriella Montez's mind. She could never seem to wake up before noon, and still walked around as if she were drunk. Though, as sun beamed through the window of her apartment, she turned lightly, opening her eyes. Yawning, she sat up slowly, nearly falling off of the bed. She stood up and walked lazily towards the refrigerator.

A small sigh was released as she nearly slammed the door shut. No food, again, besides the cake used two weeks before then to celebrate her 21st birthday. It was no good. She shook her head and walked back to her bed, sitting on the edge before she turned on the television. She had no classes for the day, and even if she did she knew better than to sign up for a morning schedule.

Troy was used to jogging carelessly down the stairway. Dodging the toys & things left out by the other tenants of the building. He then pushed open the heavy double doors & hopping off the stoop he made a direct path to his beat up car. Throwing his things on the passenger seat as he slid into the front he started the car & adjusted the volume on the radio. By the end of the day he usually had it as high as possible. But in the morning he had it down, as if the thoughts in his head deserved to be listened to early in the day. Pulling out of the spot out front of his building he looked down to see the sign on his gas tank flashing E, he sighed. Turning his direction the car started its way to the local Gas station.

College wasn't the best thing at the moment, either. Since Taylor moved to Indiana after her first year sharing an apartment with Gabriella, she couldn't find much more to lean on. Often, she wouldn't even show up for class. Of course she knew she would probably regret it. But she didn't exactly care. It wasn't as if she would be killing anyone by slacking just by a bit, right?

She stood up once more, walking to her closet. She knew she would have to go out for something. Food, water, even a soda. Anything; as long as she wasn't locked up in that dreadful apartment for the entire day. It took her only half an hour to get ready to go out, and she began towards the door. Leaving the room, she locked the door behind her, slipping the keys into her back pocket and began walking. She figured she would go to the Gas Station first. Pick up a soda so she had something to drink. After glancing back at her car, she shrugged. Walking was better.

Pulling into pump number 7 Troy leaned against his car as he filled up the tank regretfully. It was a lot of money for gas these days. If you hadn't noticed. And his Old car took a lot of gas. As if a baby wanting all the food it could get. But that doesn't mean it used every bit of it that it could. When the pump shut off he pushed off the car & put the nozzle back in the holster. Yawning & closing the gas tank he turned & slowly made his way inside. After hearing the bell ring above his head he looked around in the store part of the building. He decided he was slightly parched & headed to the refrigerator section. Slowly trudging along the sides of them he scanned its contents. Stopping in the Soft drink section. He saw about 30 different types. 'What is with the world & its ideas now a days. I mean all you need is something to wet your whistle right?' He shrugged & shook his head laying his eyes on a Coke he reached in to grab it when his hand met another on the same bottle. He turned to look at the person next to him. But his hand dropped from the bottle when he saw two deep chocolate brown eyes that were so familiar, staring back into his.

As she reached the Station, she opened the door, holding it open so an older lady with a rather large purse could walk in before her. She smiled as the woman thanked her, nodding her head gently as she followed her in. Walking towards the back, by the refrigerated section, she searched the sodas and brands quickly before pulling her arms into a shrug, and reaching for a coke. As her hand touched the cold bottle, she felt another hand touch hers as well. She dropped her hand quickly, turning to look at who it was. "Oh, Im..." She paused, staring at him for only a second. "Sorry..."