Happy Birthday, Julie! I don't own High School Musical.

Gabriella called him the next morning at six o' clock, Troy had only had three hours of sleep. "Troy? I hope I didn't wake you. It's about Chad"

"No, Gabi." Troy was apprehensive, something in his girlfriends voice made him frightened. "What's wrong with him, Gabriella? Is he okay?"

"He's fine, Chad's perfectly fine." Troy could hear the smile in her voice. "Troy, the operation was successful, he should be waking up this morning. The doctor said around ten."

They both started crying then. Tears of joy and relief and happiness. 'It is a great feeling to be told that someone you love will live against all odds.' Troy decided. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time; to run and yet stay still.

"There's a hitch, though." Gabriella, at least, had gotten partial control of her voice. "Troy, his parents are gone. They left town to visit a sick relative."

That took some of the joy out of Troy's dance, but not much. "Fine." He said into the phone. "You want to go to the hospital with me? I want Chad to see a familiar face when he wakes up."

"Of course." Gabriella said, then as a second thought. "We should pick up Taylor too."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at eight-thirty. I love you." Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't say those words enough, so he repeated. "I love you so much, Gabi."

"I love you too, Troy. I'll see you soon." She hung up, and so did Troy.

As he started to get dressed, Troy decided that this ending was a probably something out of a fairy tale. Everything was going to be fine. There was no way it couldn't be.


He jinxed it.

Maybe. Maybe he's predicting the future. Either way, you should review. For Chad's sake.