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"Something's up." Ryan said in a quiet tone while he was eying Gabriella who was flipping through a magazine on the couch a few feet away.
"Something's definitely up." Sharpay agreed, both her and her twin taking a sip of their coffee at the same time.
"She looks flustered." Ryan commented.
"And agitated." Sharpay continued.
"Definitely thoughtful." Ryan added.
"Her eyes have that dangerous look in them." Sharpay said, while silently examining her friend.
"A guy." the twins concluded. With that a wicked grin spread across both of their faces. It was like they were suddenly conversing in their own silent language, with waving hands and head nods and the rapid shaking "no" of the head. Gabriella noticed this, and looked up.
"What are you doing?" she asked. They were acting suspicious, and suspicious and the Evans twins in the same sentence was never a good thing. Oh God, she thought, they could tell. They knew her too well, they were like her brother and sister. Great.
"We're not doing anything Ella, what's up with the paranoia?" Ryan asked, taking the seat on the couch right next to Gabriella. She was ready to get up, but Sharpay sat in the next seat, squishing her and basically trapping her into the couch.
"Yeah, anything happen on your walk this morning?" Sharpay asked, not-so- innocently. Gabriella immediately blushed, trying to think of a response. Oh no, nothing happened, only that some psycho waitress looks like she wants me dead and Troy invited me to a bonfire to see just him. Yeah, that would get her nowhere.
"Nothing." Gabriella said, blushing immensely.
"Troy." the twins said in unison, both knowingly nodding to each other. They had been right.
"Not Troy!" Gabriella said, finally pushing Sharpay away and standing up in protest. "Definitely not Troy." Ryan just rolled his eyes. Like he always does when Gabriella tried to brush off something important in a not so subtle way.
"He asked you out didn't he?" he asked, grinning. Gabriella shuffled her feet from side to side, not quite sure what to say.
"Um, not out, out. But out, just not alone out. Like outside out, the two of us being outside out. But with other people!" Gabriella ranted of, but sure if she was making sense. She certainly wasn't making sense to herself.
"Okay, slow down, and back up." Sharpay said, moving her hands into a calming motion like she was taught to in yoga. "What exactly did he say?"
"He said there was a bonfire tonight and wanted to know if I could come." Gabriella said, blushing but turning her head to the side.
"Score!" Ryan whispered, raising his arm in victory.
"Anything else?" Sharpay asked, edging Gabriella along. One thing that she has learned about her friend after all this time is that once you get her talking, it's kind of hard to get her to stop.
"Um, there might have been some minor flirting involved." Gabriella added. Ryan and Sharpay grinned even wider.
"On who's part?" Ryan asked. Gabriella sheepishly shrugged. "Both, maybe," she said trailing off. "I'm bad at this kind of stuff, so I honestly don't even know!" she said, now almost hyperventilating.
"Okay, again with the calmness." Sharpay interjected. "How did you end things?"
"Um, I sorta ran?" Gabriella said, half shamefully, half laughing at herself.
"Are you kidding me, Ella? You ran?" Ryan practically shouted. Typical Ella move, he thought to himself.
"Well, in my defense," Gabriella said waving her hands wildly. "There was a psycho waitress who looked like she wanted to kill me at any second!"
"You lost me." Ryan said.
"Oh, never mind!" Gabriella shouted more with her hand motions than with her voice, then she turned around and went upstairs. Probably to consume herself in her thoughts even more.
"Don't you think that just because you run that you don't have to go to that bonfire! I'll drag you by that gorgeous hair of yours if I have too!" Sharpay shouted up to her from downstairs.
"I hate to say this Shar, but maybe this is a lost cause." Ryan said with a sigh after Gabriella left. "Have you ever noticed, that around guys, Ella is sorta, oh what's the word...insane?"
"I think she's just crazy in general." Sharpay said mindlessly brushing off the comment. "But it shouldn't even matter because Gaby deserves to have the summer of her life. She hasn't had all of the stuff that you and me have and I think she wants it, she just won't admit that she wants it. And as her best friends, it's our job to figure out what she wants and go and get it for her." Sharpay explained.
"And she wants Troy." Ryan concluded.
"Yes, so that's what we'll get her."
"Ow!" Gabriella said, as her head was jerked to the side as Sharpay straightened the many layers of her extremely thick hair. "Um, that seriously hurts. A little easier? I don't wanna be bald."
"I don't know, you might pull it off better than Britney." Sharpay joked. "And that look is what you're gonna get if you don't sit still!"
"Fine." Gabriella said, caving and letting Sharpay continue with her torture. She looked around the room sure that Sharpay would have laid the clothes that Gabriella was to wear for the bonfire. On Sharpay's bed was an outfit that looked like it vomited pink. That was Sharpay for you. Then her eyes darted over to her own bed, laying there were white shorts, really short shorts, and a black halter top.
"Um, no." Gabriella said, referring to the outfit. Sharpay looked over to where Gabriella was staring and giggled.
"Yes." she said. "You'll look so hot."
"I'll look like a slut!" Gabriella complained.
"I don't think you can wear anything that would make you look slutty. Just not your persona Babe. But if you do look like a slut, at least you'll look like a hot one." Sharpay explained.
"Shar, I don't even want to go. You and your evil mind tricks just dragged me into going against my will." Gabriella continued with her whining.
"My mind tricks, or Troy's?" Sharpay asked with raised eye brows. Gabriella immediately avoided eye contact with Sharpay and muttered something under her breath. Sharpay couldn't help but let out another giggle.
"Come to the bonfire. Brilliant idea." Gabriella said muttering to herself standing a great distance from the fire, closer to the ocean. Sharpay was making out with some guy, Ryan disappeared off the face of the earth, and Troy was nowhere to be found. This was turning out great.
"So, you like mocha frappichinos and talk to yourself too. I'm learning something new about you each time I see you." said a voice from behind Gabriella. She turned around to the now familiar voice to see Troy standing there in all his gorgeousness.
"Again with the stalking." she said, this time with a smile. Even after her episode at the coffee shop, she was glad to see Troy and equally as glad to see that he was eying her up and down. Obviously impressed with the outfit.
"You know, when I invited you to the bonfire, I meant, go to the bonfire, not stand a good two hundred feet away from it." Troy said with a lighthearted smile, once his eyes finally zapped back to Gabriella's face.
"Yeah, well, not my thing." Gabriella said quietly. Troy instantly stepped closer to her his head leaning in very close to her own. "Then why'd you come?" he whispered, his breath hitting Gabriella's face and making her incapable of breathing.
"I...I...don't...know." Gabriella stuttered out. Why was he standing so close to her? Why wasn't he backing away? God there lips could practically touch, he wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving?
"Yeah you do." he said, this time brushing some of Gabriella's fallen hair behind her ear, back into place. Gabriella felt a weird sensation rising in her. "No," she whispered. "I truly, honestly don't."
"Well," Troy said, continuing his whispering monologue. "I like your spot at this party much better than the others." he said, his lips grazing her's as he spoke, then he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss, which she eagerly returned.
For a second, all the fear she had been feeling had been lost. But this was Gabriella Montez's life, so serenity doesn't last that long.
"What the hell are you doing making out with my boyfriend, bitch?" a harsh voice shouted from a few feet away. Goodbye serenity.