"Mom?!" Troy Bolton's voice sounded from his upstairs bedroom where he was seated cross legged on his amazingly clean and tidy carpet floor, confused as ever as to why it was clean and tidy to begin with. His mother's voice sounded back letting him know it was her who had just arrived home recently. Jumping up, the only Bolton offspring headed down the 14 steps and rounded the corner into the kitchen to find his mother putting a kettle of water on the stove to make herself something hot to drink while looking a library book over.

"Hey mom," Troy greeted as casually as he could sticking his hands in his jeans pockets and leaned himself in the kitchen doorway.

"Hi sweetie," she replied with a smile only to glance up at her son when she said it then went back to her book. "How was school?"

"Tolerable, minus all the staring," he said with a shrug as he kicked the toe of his sneaker against the Saltillo kitchen tile awkwardly before taking a step toward his mother.

"Mom..."

"Yes Troy?" His mother answered and looked up again hearing the confusion in his voice making eye contact once he made himself known so she couldn't avoid him.

"Why, is my room so clean and organized?" It was only when he heard himself say the actual question aloud he decided it was a stupid question and was about to spit out a never mind before she answered. But she beat him to the punch.

"I was wondering if you would ever notice," Mrs. Bolton's eyes looked at the floor, almost in shame, but Troy couldn't quite tell. "After the first two days, I didn't think you would since you shut yourself up in there to rest." Troy just nodded and shifted his weight from one foot to the other as she continued.

"You were dating someone, and you wanted to impress them so much that you cleaned your room up one day when we invited them and their family over for dinner. And ever since then, you've kept it clean…" The answer was as cheesy as the question, but Troy didn't doubt a word his mother said, as cheesy and stupid as it did sound. He was about to ask who it was he was dating when the water started to boil getting his mother off track and to tend to it, so he decided to head back up to his room.

Well that was answered; he wanted to keep his room clean for Gabriella. For her to think he was a slob, would probably chase her off, so it made sense, no matter how cheesy it sounded. He was just about to take a step up on the staircase when the doorbell went off, and he heard his mother yell at him to answer it.

His hand grasped the golden doorknob and yanked the door open to see the very person he was thinking about standing there in her flower dress with a big grin on her face.

"Hi Troy," Her voice chirped in a high squeaky voice as she rocked back and forth in her peach colored flats as her book bag swung with her.

"Hey Gabi," He replied as she blushed a bit when saying her name that she looked around with her hands behind her back.

"Did I come at a bad time?" She asked, her head tilting letting her dark brown bangs fall into her eyes some what as Troy shook his head and stood to the side allowing her inside and shut the door behind her. "I came by to help you catch up in what homework you missed."

"Oh…" The jock nodded at the freaky genius girl and motioned toward the stairs with his hand giving her the okay to go on up to his room.

With a greeting to Mrs. Bolton, Gabriella and Troy made their way up the stairs and into Troy's room where she seated herself on his bed as if she belonged, and right away Troy felt a red flag go up so he left the door open a crack and seated himself next to her. There was silence for a minute before she finally spoke up.

"Well anyways," she began and slid her book bag to the floor and pulled out mathematics, biology and English books from it and set them on her lap while tucking a stray hair behind her ear and opened the biology book pointing to the pages he had missed. "We need to answer all these questions from all 5 sections, and you missed one quiz but it was easy as pie."

"Alright," Troy nodded taking the book from her and looked it over briefly. He always did easy in the class, so he wasn't worried about anything as he shut the book and handed it back as she continued to tell him what he missed and in the end wrote them out on a piece of paper and handed it to him where he found himself folding it and placing it on his night stand.

"Thanks Gabriella," A smile spread across the basketball stars face which Gabriella returned happily and picked her book bag up again and stood to leave.

"You're welcome; if you need anything else just give me a call."

"I'll be sure to do that."

Gabriella nodded and leaned over giving Troy a peck on the lips then stood back up, and took a look around the room.

"Wow, I've never seen your room look so nice before Troy, did your mom clean it?"

~K, I admit. I blanked out while writing this part of the story. Sorry for the cheesiness in my creativity, but I couldn't think of anything else. But now answers are unfolding for Troy, FINALLY! Please Rate&Review.

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, the end