Okay, so if you want to blame this chapter not being up sooner on me being a total bitch, that is completely fine. My laptop is conspiring against me (I'm starting to think that Microsoft Word is in on it too) and it decide that it would self delete the finished chapter three. So I had to rewrite it. Anyways, I'm ecstatic that you guys like this, I was kind of skeptical at first, but I figured it was a good enough idea to turn into a story. I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to do it without it being one gigantic 'that's what she said' joke. I'm kind of liking how its turning out though.

P.S. Happy New Year! And a belated happy holidays to all of my readers (assuming that I actually have reader and I'm not just talking to myself like a psycho)!

"Can I ask you something about Troy?" I asked Gabriella, as I was painting the toenails of her left foot. Since it was our first night sharing a room, we decided to try hanging out. We had already discussed the pros and cons of Miley Cyrus, had a Grey's Anatomy vs. House debate (Team House!!!), agreed that Sarah Palin is more annoying than the whole cast of the Hills put together (it was a close though… dangerously close), so I felt, and decided that Christian Bale is just as hot as Patrick Dempsey, so I felt comfortable enough to ask about Troy.

"Sure." Gabriella said, smiling at the mention of Troy. She leaned back and sighed. "Troy is so amazing, ask anything."

"What's your story?" I asked. "How long were you two together?"

"Since senior year. I was new, and I joined this club, Connections: Keeping on the Straight and Narrow, and I was handing out flyers for a movie night we were having at my place and I dropped the flyers. He helped me pick them up from the ground, he even helped me hang them up during free period." Gabriella smiled wistfully and giggled. "I'm sorry, it was just so sweet."

"No, I understand." I said, looking down at her toenails. "Go on."

"Anyways, even though he was nice, there was something off about him, he was like, hallow, or something. I actually thought he was on drugs or something." Gabriella scrunched up her face. I tried not to flatter myself into thinking that he was torn up over me, but I'll admit, I felt just a little bit excited. "So I invited him to stay after school for the Connections meeting after school. He even gave me a ride home so I wouldn't have to walk alone. By movie night, we were a couple."

"That's sweet." I said with a smile. I never really thought of Troy as a sweet kind of guy. I guess it's kind of hard to think of someone as sweet once they've accidentally ripped your favorite shirt because he freaked out when thought he heard someone opening the front door.

"I know. He's just that kind of guy." Gabriella said and I held back a laugh. "He was even okay with the whole purity ring thing."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really." Gabriella sighed. "I mean, seriously, the basketball star, dating one of the prudes? That must have been horrible for him. I can only imagine the kind of stuff that people must have been saying to his face, let alone behind his back. But he didn't care. He never cared about that kind of stuff."

"Yeah." Well, she was right about that. For a basketball player, he surprisingly didn't give a shit what people thought of him. I mean, he wasn't completely socially suicidal, but he wasn't the one who initiated the whole 'no acknowledging each others existence while other people were around.' rule that we had.

"He had so much respect for me. He never even so much as mentioned doing anything that I don't want to do. It's like we had this connection, he just understood me so well!" Gabriella was almost giddy just talking about Troy, making it increasingly harder to paint her toenails. "So for our six month anniversary, I got him a purity ring, just like mine!"

I didn't know what to say. I mean, I could understand how Troy didn't tell Gabriella the he had a fuck buddy in high school (let alone that said "fuck buddy" was the girl she'd be sharing a room with), but lying about being a virgin? That was no joke. "That's… great." I said awkwardly.

"And we've been together ever since." Gabriella took a deep breath. I was glad that we were done with the subject. Gabriella's face lit up. "I just had the best idea! I could start a Connections Club for UCLA!"

"Cool." I said, somewhat absently.

"You could totally join." Gabriella giggled. "I mean, it doesn't matter that you don't go to the college. No one will care."

"I'll be sure to look into that." I wasn't sure if Gabriella sensed the sarcastic tone in my voice, but she went on anyways.

"It'll be amazing, like a sorority only better! We can have study groups, and movie nights, and… theme parties!" This seemed to trigger some sort of physical reaction in Gabriella, she started to squeak and giggle like crazy. "Like the eighties!"

Okay. Now, I understood what was with her extreme reaction to the thought of theme parties, because I was experiencing it too. "I'm like, in love with the eighties." I said, looking straight at Gabriella. "Okay, I'm not usually into theme parties, but I totally have to go to this one. I could seriously go as like, Madonna or something."

Gabriella's face lit up, even more than it had before. "And I could totally be Coco Hernandez from-"

"Fame!" I finished for her. "That movie is the reason why I wanted to go into show business."

"It's my favorite movie of all time." Gabriella squealed.

And that was the first time ever that I truly felt like I understood Gabriella. "It's my second." I smiled, "But only because The Breakfast Club is literally the best movie of all time. Hands down."

"I love Molly Ringwald." Gabriella said. "Everything she did was just so perfect. I loved Pretty in Pink."

"She should have picked Ducky, though." I said, letting my bitterness on the subject shine through.

"I know, no one compares to Ducky." Gabriella said. "Especially not Jake Ryan."

"Exactly!" I said. "We have to get together sometime and watch all of these movies."

"We could totally make a night out of it." Gabriella said excitedly. "We could listen to music, and watch the movies…"

"We have to watch Dirty Dancing." I said. "And Footloose, and Flash Dance, and every other eighties dance movie ever made."

"And everything with Tom Cruise in it." Gabriella swooned. "I remember back when Tom Cruise wasn't insane and just straight up hot."

"We dance around in Ray Bans like Tom Cruise did in Risky business." I said between giggles. At this we both burst out into a major fit of laughter. We were both shocked and ecstatic that we had found common ground. I mean, how weird is it that we both were in a passionate love affair with the eighties. She was the last person in the universe that I thought I'd ever identify with. That's when I noticed that Troy was standing at the door, watching us. I abruptly stopped laughing. "Well if you're waiting for us to kiss or something, it's not going to happen."

Troy's face flushed as Gabriella turned around and smiled. "Oh, hey baby."

"Hey." Troy said, stepping closer to the doorway. "Do you mind if I borrow Sharpay for a second? Ryan is asleep and I need your emergency phone number, just in case."

"Now?" I raised an eyebrow. I knew Troy was lying, since he already had my phone number. "Can't it wait until later?"

"Well, better safe than sorry." Troy snapped.

"It's fine." Gabriella said with a yawn. "I'm going to turn in now."

I smiled at Gabriella. "We will finish this later."

"You know where I sleep." She said.

I followed Troy out of the room, he closed the door behind him and proceeded to freak out at me. "What the hell was that?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"That was me bonding with your girlfriend over Tom Cruise and toenails." I crossed my arms and looked at him, tilting my head up a little so I could look him straight in the eye. "Got a problem?"

"Just tell me what you said to her." Troy glared at me. "It's obvious that you two were talking about me."

"Oh please, we spent more time on Patrick Dempsey than we did on you." I rolled my eyes, secretly thankful that we spent a full half hour discussing Patrick Dempsey.

"Did you tell her anything?" Troy asked. "I mean… about us."

"What, do you think I'm stupid?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I don't know what you guys talk about!" Troy shrugged. "And who knows, maybe you were pumping her for information."

Though there was some truth to this, I raised my eyebrows and scoffed as a sign of disbelief. "Well, well, well, look who grew an ego." I smirked. "And besides, what could I possibly need to know about you other than you told your girlfriend that you're a virgin."

Troy's cheeks flushed bright red. "She bought me the ring and I didn't know how to tell her that the last relationship I was in had little to no emotional content."

"I wouldn't exactly call us a relationship." I said, meaning for it to bite.

Troy was momentarily phased, but then recovered. "Whatever, can we please, just not tell her about this."

"I wasn't planning on it." I snapped, turning on my heel to go back to my room. Before I opened the door, I looked back at Troy. "And by the way, don't lie to me. You didn't tell Gabriella the truth because you didn't know how to tell her. You know that a girl like her would never go for you if she knew about us." And with that, I reentered the room, closing the door behind me.

BURN!!!!!!!!! I'm moderately sure that Troy deserved that. Anyways, since the rest of my winter vacation consists of Christmas leftovers and reruns of Full House, I should be able to update soon. Bye for now - LL4E

P.S. HAPPY NEW YEARS AGAIN!!!

P.P.S. Okay... the Caps lock might have been overkill.