So so so sorry that I didn't update sooner! My computer broke and I've been having trouble re-writing a new chapter (my old version of this chapter got erased...twice). But now it's finished and hopefully better than ever. Again sorry for the late update.

"So this is the place you were raving about?" Frankly I didn't see what was so great about it. Basically Troy and I were in a small green house brimming with plants. The hike up two flights of stairs and the fact that I could already feel my allergies acting up didn't do much for me either.

"I don't remember raving about it, but yeah this is it." Troy spread his arms wide as if embracing the whole room, which was kind of creepy. I never took Troy to be much of a gardener. Apparently he was though.

I on the other hand couldn't stay far enough away from nature. I'm not being hypocritical either if that's what you're thinking. After an incident with a gardening shovel (and a badly sliced finger), an unwanted (to say the least) meeting with an earthworm (normally I don't mind bugs but this thing was huge), and not to mention my allergies to anything and everything flora (and most things fauna), I could safely say that Mother Nature hated me with a burning passion. I could only hope Troy wouldn't feel the same way about me after the auditions which were looming closer every minute.

"So…you garden?" Have I mentioned that I'm a really great ice breaker? Seriously at parties I'm always the one who gets people talking (granted they're usually talking about how weird I am but still, at least they're talking).

"…No. I found this place last year, never seen anyone up here but me." Oh my god. Did anyone else catch that? Troy didn't use a complete sentence (or even proper English for that matter), which is my biggest pet peeve ever. Seriously. Never use incomplete sentences around me, it sends me into a blind rage; there's really nothing anyone can do to calm me down. One time this guy asked me out (amazing I know, but he was one of those super dorks who don't ever get any physical activity in and so they're kinda pasty looking…) but he was stuttering a lot (I don't know why, maybe it was my outfit, I was considering being emo but I didn't want to be really hard core you know? So I just wore my bangs to the side and one of those spiky belts, but the belt got uncomfortable so I took it off and put it in my hair as a fashion accessory. Also I didn't want to look too emo-ish so I wore a bright pink shirt with kittens on it. That was my mistake I take full blame for that one) and the guy jumbled his words together, creating an incomplete and incomprehensible sentence. Needless to say I went crazy, I was screaming and yelling, later on one of my kind-of friends told me I had slapped him.

Alright no, that didn't happen, the guy asked me out and I said that I was going through an emotionally stressing time because my grandmother had recently died (she hadn't) and I wasn't ready to commit to a serious relationship. But hey, it could have happened. You never really know.

I was planning on correcting him but before I could my allergies really kicked and my nose started running, we're not talking little itty bitty garden hose people, I mean it was like the Colorado River. In a (futile) attempt to cover it up I turned away from Troy and he of course turned toward me.

"Gabriella," he said warily (I guess I wasn't being subtle enough), "Is something wrong?" Oh no Troy nothing, nothing at all. That's what I meant to say but as luck would have it my nose distorted my voice so I sounded like an alien.

"Oh do Droy, dothin', dothin' atol."

"Are you sure? 'Cause you sound…" He trailed off obviously at a loss for words. Not that I really blame him, I know what it's like to stuck speechless by allergies (granted that I'm stuck speechless because I'm too busy gasping for breath while Troy wasn't talking because he was too busy thinking about what a giant freak I am…). Maybe it was time to let him in on my allergies, he really had the right to know (and I was nearly sure that I was going to break out in hives pretty soon).

"Ub, well agtully I hab sub alledies to plats." I told him.

"You're allergic to…what? Blats?" We were obviously going to have some communication issues whenever plants were involved. Be as that may I was trying to get through to him. Gesturing to the numerous green leafed death traps (normal people refer to them as plants but since when have I been normal?) I tried again.

"Da plats! I'b allerdic to da plats!" I even went as far as to grab the leaf of one such 'plat' before I saw comprehension dawn on Troy's face. For a rather smart boy he could really be an idiot sometimes (relatively speaking, after all I didn't realize until later that night that I could have walked out of the room and Troy probably would have followed me).

"Gabriella," he groaned in what I could only assume was exasperation, "You should have told me. We could have left."

Now I would have answered him (what civilized person wouldn't have, I ask you) but I began wheezing and let me tell you, it's practically impossible to talk while you're gasping for breath (but I'm sure some of you already knew that). In lieu of actually speaking to Troy I did the next best thing, I ran out of the room. So all in all that was just one big giant disaster (but it is me so what more did you honestly expect?). All I can say is that I'm lucky I didn't develop hives or anything.

Although I was running through the (mostly) empty hallways (it was still fifth period after all) at my top speed Troy quickly caught up to me. It must have been his jock speed; I am a pretty fast runner after all (except when you know I'm having an allergic reaction). I wanted to throw my hands over my face and scream 'don't look at me!' but even for someone such as myself that's a little over the top. At about that time I remembered my bag of 'safety tissues' (hypoallergenic of course), took them out before Troy could even open his mouth, and promptly blew my nose (rather loudly I'm afraid, one of the study hall monitors down the hall stuck her head out the door).

"Gabriella, why didn't you just tell me you were allergic to the pollen?" He asked and I could see the ghosts of tears glimmering in his eyes as blue as the ocean that hugs the land and his concern for me was quite apparent. Or maybe it was because I had just sneezed in his face and was standing on his foot, who can honestly say?

"I'm not just allergic to pollen; it's also the sap from some trees and the soil that the potters use. There are other things as well but those are the three really big ones. You might want to know what else I'm allergic to as well right? Well let's see, most animal dander, but I have one of those hairless cats and he's fine, dust, which is really just decaying skin you know, strawberries, I'm not that allergic to those I just get hives that's all, which I guess is kinda bad isn't it? And Purel hand sanitizer, I have no idea of what I'm allergic to in it though it's not the alcohol and I've read the ingredients on the back and I just don't get it. Thank god I'm not allergic to nuts though that would really suck, cause then I'd have to sit at the peanut free table with all those people I don't know and that would just be freaky. So Troy do you have any aller-" At this point in my (what I now realize was an exceedingly long, and slightly one sided one hundred seventy and one-half word long) rant Troy interrupted me. That boy can be so rude sometimes.

"Gabriella?"

"Troy don't interrupt me. It's very rude and no one likes it." That stung him I'm sure, but he has to learn manners. If I don't teach him who will? His mother? I doubt it, kids these days don't get enough discipline from their parents, I should know (my own mother unintentionally being one of those parents). I practically taught myself right from wrong (all those kids shows on Nick Jr. helped, but how should I know if Troy learned with Little Bear or enhanced his thinking skills with Blue's Clues?).

"No, Gabriella the bell rang. I have to go to math." And suddenly I noticed the masses of teenage adolescents swarming around us, jostling me from side to side. Strangely I had talked so much I had missed the bell, and it was all Bolton's fault (notice the way I called him by his last name, ooh chilling).

"Well then…I'll just head over to science…then. See you at the auditions!"

I do believe I then heard Troy Bolton sigh. But that might have only been my imangination.

Neither I nor anyone in my family is allergic to any thing so I basically BSed my way through that part, I hope it at least sounded convincing. So with out further ado please review!