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3:45 p.m. Ok I am in the extremely tiny bathroom stall of the Carnegie Deli, so here's a summary really fast. I was walking and writing and not paying attention, when I walked smack into TROY BOLTON. TROY BOLTON! The basketball man I pined over all through high school. I am now at the Carnegie Deli having lunch with him, but quite honestly I'm not very hungry anymore. Just looking at him from across the table is lunch enough for me. Ahh crap, Ryan is calling. Must come up with a good excuse.

3:47 p.m. Just told brother dearest the most incredulous lie and he believed it. He thinks I'm stuck in the subway (what an idiot). Must go back up to the gorgeous hunk waiting for me.

6:30 p.m. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I'm supposed to be meeting Landon in 1 hour and I just got home… oh and I promised to meet Troy in 1 hour as well. You see I sort of got love sick this afternoon and forgot EVERYTHING I was supposed to do. Oh my god, the door bell is ringing, and it's Landon…ahhh.

6:45 p.m. God am I great at improv. I faked being sick. I fainted just as he opened the door, and he picked me up and set me in bed. He told me that I am not allowed out even if it is my birthday. Oh how my acting skills can come in handy. Well, now that he's left, I mine as well share what happened this afternoon. Ok here it goes… So I'm minding my own business when BAM I smack into this guy. My bag and all of its contents went flying, as did my journal, and I broke a heel.

"This is New York not Kansas," I snapped, "watch whhheeerree… Troy? Troy Bolton?"

"Sharpay? I'm so sorry here lemme help you up." He grabbed my stuff and pulled me up. That's when I noticed I had a broken heel. With a look of disbelief he gave one of his boyish smiles, "This is so strange to see you here. Do you live in New York?"

"Yea," I chuckled, "that I do." I swear I have never seen anything more gorgeous. He looked absolutely perfect (thank god I had decided to wear my mini-dress and heels). He was tall and still had his boyish charm not to mention the fact that he was very well dressed. No basketball jerseys anywhere in site! I must have seemed like a dumbfounded idiot. "Umm… I was on my way to lunch, have you eaten yet?" I muttered.

"No, actually, I was on my way to the Carnegie Deli. I was told it was a place I couldn't miss while visiting here. Would you like to join me. We could uhh… catch up" he suggested (like I would say no?).

"Sure!" I eagerly answered and started walking when "Ow! Ugh, looks like I'm not getting far with this heel here."

"Oh man, I'm really sorry about that. Here, lemme take a look." And with that I handed him my shoe and he expertly snapped the heel back on. "Look, that'll only last temporarily so after lunch how about we hit a shoe store, my treat."

"Oh no, that's not necessary," I lied. He wanted to buy me shoes! Where had he been all my life? Oh, that's right with that twit Gabriella. Ugh, I'll get to her later.

He smiled, "I insist, but let's get going I'm hungry; and I'm dying to know what you've been doing with your life." I linked my arm with his, and we were off.

So during lunch, I got the low down on what Troy had been up to. He had graduated high school with a basketball scholarship to Stanford. He loved California, and loved school. Basketball however, sort of hit the back burner. He still loved the game, but his over pushy father sort of took the excitement out of doing it professionally. That's when he looked to his other rather new found love, theatre. Sounds cliché, but the acting bug bit him too. He finished up college last year, and since then has been surviving as a struggling actor and budding business man. You see, Troy has formed a system of theatre programs for kids in California (isn't he amazing?). That's why he was in New York, he was meeting with a fellow business man to strike up a new deal so that he could get funding for the program. Lunch was going fabulous. Troy looked amazing, no wait, WAS amazing, and I of course looked fabulous (he even said so!). However, I could not curtail my curiosity, so I asked the question that I should have left alone.

"So, I said," munching on a tomato, "how's Gabriella?" I knew she had wound up at UCLA, but other than that I was clueless.

His face fell. "Yea, I don't really know. I haven't spoken to Gabriella in three years. You see, her mom and my dad weren't really thrilled with the relationship, so it put a strain on it, and so it didn't work out."

"Aww, I am so sorry!" I cooed using my most convincing sympathy voice. In reality I was beaming. Gabriella Montez was out of the picture. FINALLY! I had been in love with Troy, and she had to come in half-way through my junior year and screw up my plans to get him. The topic was dropped from there, and that was fine with me, because all I needed to know was that she was gone.

WAIT A MINUTE! Why should I care about Troy's love life? I have an uber hunky boyfriend of my own. Right? Oh god, I can't be falling for Troy for real, can I? Ugh cell's a ringin' must go pick up.