Okay, I'm writing this thing for the SIXTH time, so I'm really tired. Just bear with me...

"Hey, Gabriella." Troy turned his back to me as he spoke into his RAZR. "Fine, how about yours?" I sat down at the pier, slipping off my flats, trying my hardest not to listen to their conversation.

"Gabriella, I can't talk right now." he sat down next to me, "How about later?" was he seriously about to hang up on her? I remembered when he was obsessed with her, just because of the "rush" they got singing together. It was strange seeing his interests change. But really exciting. "Sorry about that." I hadn't realized that he had finished his conversation, "Gabriella is a talker." I didn't want to listen to him drone on and on about Gabriella. How about someone new for a change? Someone, anyone but Gabriella.

"Are...you cold?" he asked me. I had been unconsciously rubbing my arms. I shyly shook my head. It was 90 degrees outside and I was wearing Bermuda shorts.

Troy's cell phone vibrated in his pocket again. He ran his thumb over 'speaker phone'. "It's laaaaaaaaaater!" Gabriella sang on the other end. I covered my mouth to supress my laughter. Troy nudged me to stay silent. "Troy?" she asked again. "Troy?" she asked a littled louder. I finally snatched the phone from Troy's hands and snapped it shut.

"Hey!" Troy laughed, pocketing his RAZR.

"Awww... poor Gabriella." I pouted then busted into hysterics.

"And speaking of phones, I think everyone in the greater Hampton area heard your Everyday...I know I can make it through...If I hold out..."

"Haha, very funny." I elbowed him. "Ashlyn and I were going to get some coffee, but we weren't feeling that generous so we decided not to grace you with our presense." I playfully turned up my nose.

"Yeah right." Troy laughed. "Admit it." he teased, "I think that you were following me. I'm just waaaaaaay too good looking to not follow around, right?"

"Way to be concieted, Bolton." I cocked my head to the side.

We fell silent, enjoying the new breeze that had arrived. The clouds were pulling awat from the sun. The waves below crased against the sand at just the right speeds. Seagulls weaved in and out of the blue.

Troy leaned all of his weight toward me, moving his hand up to my face to pull a lock of my blonde hair under my ear. His hand made its way down the side of my face. A thumb lightly ran across my cheek. I covered my hand with his as my brown met his blue again. "Am I still the Ice Queen?" I asked in a whisper.

"Shut up." he smiled before closing the space between us. I relaxed under his kiss, letting questions fill my head. I wonder how many times I'm going to have to re-tell this story. What did I eat before this? Oh. Mygosh, he probably thinks my breath stinks! When do I open my mouth? Now? How about...

I tore away from Troy when I felt my thight buzz. It was his phone in his pocket, shaking against the fabric. If it was Gabriella again...

"Where are you, man?" Chad shouted on the other end. "We've been looking everywhere!" Troy had left the setting on 'speaker phone'. "Did wittle Twoy get lost?" I'm sure he instantly regretted that 'speaker phone' thing.

"Shut up, Chad..." he ordered through gritted teeth. "I'm with Sharpay." he explained.

"What, are you carrying her shopping bags?" Chad laughed.

"I resent that!" I said before taking the phone from Troy again and snapping it shut.

"What is it with you and hanging up on people?" Troy sighed. We stood up from the edge of the pier and headingtoward the sand."Maybe we haven't lost all of the Ice Queen yet..."

I smacked his shoulder before he laced his fingers in mine.

"Where have you been?" Ashlyn was waiting for me at the front door. "I've been calling your Sidekick all afternoon! Come on, hurry up, we have like, a lot of work to do if we're ever going to get this party pitched on time." she beckoned for me to come into the house.

"Party?" I asked, kicking off my shoes, "What party?"

"I could've sworn I told you about this..." she tapped her index finger to her chin, "But oh well, your name still goes on the invitations." she shrugged.

"Invitations? How big are you making this party, Ashyln?" my eyes widened. "Your dad is going to kill you."

"It's a beach party, helloooo..." she rolled her eyes. "I knew Ryan should have come this summer. He can coax you into anything." She ushered me into the kitchen and pushed me onto a stool, shoving a pink notebook of ideas in my face.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, thumbing through the pages, looking at her insanely...expensive ideas. "This seems like a lot." I closed the notebook and threw it onto the counter. "And I suggest that you terminate the coconut bra idea."

"Just relax, okay? I'm an heiress, remember? One little piece of plastic can do wonders." she smirked, referring to her dad's credit card. "In a week... we party!"

"A week?" I knew I was being a prude, but creating a party Ashyln-style... in a week, was close to impossible. "A week?"

"Just chill out." she said, jumping from her stool. "Oh, yeah, and remind me to write out an invitation for Troy." she emphasized on his name, watching my face soften into a dreamy gaze. "That's what I thought." she smirked.

That was from memory. Can you believe that? And I actually LIKE this chapter. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!