hey! soo...um, thanks for the reviews! i'm going away on vacation tomorrow, i have a national youth conference then i'm going away for two weeks! i'll really try to add while i'm away!

fun fact: The Average woman consumes 6 pounds of lipstick in her lifetime.

crazy, huh? i mean...i prefer chapstick & lipgloss.

Gabriella rested her head against her pillow that afternoon. After her little situation with Troy, she avoiding him and his stupid basketball-worshipers the whole day. She sat up straight in her canopy bed and lowered the book she was reading. It was around 5:00, it was time to visit her mother.

Gabriella slipped out of bed and threw on a soft green zip-up hoodie. She slipped on her grey ballerina flats and dabbed her lips with Chapstick before going downstairs. She met her father, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He was cutting up some pieces of chicken and threw them into the green salad.

"Hey, daddy." Gabriella said, softly, zipping up her jacket. "I'm gonna go visit Ma at the hospital."

James Montez lifted his head, revealing the same dark chocolate eyes. "I'm afraid you can't, sweetie."

"What?" Gabriella said, letting out a breath as her eyes filled with dissapointment and question. "What happened? Is Mommy okay? Is she okay? Daddy? Why?" she said, in a quick pace of curiousity.

"Yes, she's fine, Ella. I went to visit her this morning, she's doing good--"

Gabriella frowned a little. "If she was doing good...then she'd be okay. She's not, daddy!" she cried, angrily.

"Ella, Ella." Her dad said, comfortingly, as he hugged his daughter. He knew that Gabriella and her mother were very close, he knew she was hurting like he was. He knew all she needed was time. It was too difficult for her to digest. "It's okay," he said as Gabriella wiped her tiny tears away.

"Sorry." she murmured. "It was a difficult day..." she whispered.

"It's just the doctors had to run a few more test on your mother, this afternoon, so the visiting hours are closed. I would have wanted to take you out of school, but you mentioned you had a test, so I didn't bother." James said, comfortingly.

Gabriella nodded awkwardly. "Can I go anyways? Just for my own comfort?" she asked, hopeful.

James looked at his watch tied to his wrist. "Um, sure. Ask Dr. Matthews for the result on paperwork and bring it home. I'd expect you back before 7:00." He said, kissing his daughter softly on the forehead.

Gabriella nodded and hugged her dad. "Thank you, I'll take the bus." she said, happily. She walked out of the house and closed the door. She walked down the pathway and into the sidewalk.

It was around 5:00, and the sun was still in the sky, shining happily in the sky, surround by the clouds. She looked up and admired the sun as she walked. She reached the corner and found the local bus. The big white and red bus stopped at the corner. Some unfamiliar neighbors climbed aboard. Gabriella climbed up the stairs of the bus and slipped about three dollars into the clear box. Gabriella took a seat in the back of the bus and the bus drove out of the neighboorhood.

She sat alone, watching the cars and buildings pass her by as the bus drove down the main road. She looked around the bus, she saw an elderly lady sitting in front of her, reading a book; a teenage couple holding hands and cuddling; a young couple, holding a baby in their arms as it giggled happily. Gabriella smiled softly at them and turned her attention back to the window.

The bus stopped at the corner of the hospital. Gabriella walked to the front of the bus and thanked the bus driver with a smile and got off at the corner. She stood on the sidewalk as the bus drove away. She walked to the hospital and entered the lobby, with its marble floors and soft waiting room couches. Gabriella walked to the lady behind the front desk and asked if she'd be able to visit Dr. Matthews.

"Of course," the redheaded lady, Caitlin, said with a warm smile. "I saw your father her earilier today," she said. Since Gabriella and her father stayed at the hospital often, they obviliously made friends with a few people.

"Yeah, he mentioned he visited my mother." Gabriella said with a small smile. "What floor again?"

"Six, you can head on up. You'd probably catch up with Dr. Matthews," Caitlin said with a smile.

Gabriella thanked her, then scurried to the elevator. Pressing the button, the elevator door slid open and she stepped inside. She pushed the button for level six and waited with the soft elevator music humming. The door finally opened and Gabriella stepped out. She looked around, examining the floor, and finally sat down on a seat in the waiting room.

Gabriella looked around, watching the nurses and doctors scurry about. She picked up a magazine, US Weekly, and shuffled through the pages, ignoring the news of celebrity's troubled marriages. She let out an imaptient sigh.

"Marriage troubles?" a familiar voice said.

Gabriella looked up, surprised to see Troy Bolton in his red and white Wildcat uniform and a white sweater. He smiled softly as Gabriella looked at him a little confused.

"W-What are you doing here?" Gabriella asked, as Troy took the seat next o her.

Troy looked over at Gabriella's magazine. "Oooh, Jessica Alba." he said. "So, how's the project going?"

"Troy." Gabriella stated. "Why are you here? What are you doing here?" she asked.

Troy looked over Gabriella's shoulder and flipped a couple pages. "Hm...which movies do you like? Ey, since when were you interested in Celebrity Gossip and...fashion?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes and hid the magazine behind her back. "First of all, you don't know me...and second, what are you doing here Troy Bolton?"

Troy smirked and let out a short laugh. "Well, I've been having some trouble with my knee, so I'm having a check-up with some doctor, you know just to see if the knee brace is a right choice. What are you doing here?"

"Mother," Gabriella muttered, secretively. "I can't visit, I just...need to see the doctor."

"Oh," Troy mumbled, sinking in his seat tiredly.

"Why are you talking to me? I thought we've agreed we weren't talking...?" Gabriella asked, knitting her eyebrows. She flipped through the pages and let out a tired sigh.

"After the project is over...remember?" Troy said, smugly. "Isn't it due next week?" he said, with a smile.

Gabriella rolled her eyes. She spotted Dr. Matthews and she jumped up from her seat. "Dr. Matthews," she called, running toward him, with Troy right behind her.

"Hello, Gabriella. I suspect, you've heard about the test we're running...?" he said, looking at the clipboard he held in his hand.

"Yes," Gabriella said, with a nod. "My father told me about it before I came here."

"And, this is your...boy--" Gabriella quickly cut him off.

"This is my friend. Friend." she said, turning around towards Troy then turning to face Dr. Matthews. "So, you can continue."

"Um, yes. The test have improved, slightly, she'd probably be better in five months, the latest. We're doing everything we can, but we can't do much." he said, handing Gabriella the test papers. "I'll see you soon," he said, with a nod, leaving the brunette a little worried.

"Gabriella?" Troy asked, but it was too late she ran off.

ouch, dis. please, please, please, REVIEW! (: yeah, i know it's short...

- xlovelyloseface