A/N: Wow, 24 reviews for the first chapter! I was shocked!! I don't think I've ever that many for a first chapter, like ever, you have no idea how happy that made me! And I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, I really do apologize. Hopefully it was worth the wait and you enjoy the second half to this story.

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A First For Everything

Part 2 – Tell Me The Truth

The days passed by way too fast for both Troy and Gabriella with it being that special Friday already. As in, 'First Kiss Friday.' Well, technically, the 'Poem About Their First Kiss Friday.'

Anyways, Gabriella and Troy never got together to talk about their poems or what they would write or if they would lie or tell the truth. They did however get together many times meanwhile for other things, such as spending the entire weekend together doing everything from her cookout she had, to one-on-one basketball games, to going to catch the newest movie on Saturday night, to having a bon-fire afterwards, to going for their annual Sunday morning run, to basically... well everything.

That was the thing about those two: they didn't need their entire gang to have fun. They didn't need Chad's idiotic comments, or Taylor's wise words, or Sharpay's latest gossip, or Zeke's newest recipes, or Kelsi's newest songs. They didn't need any of that for a smile to be embedded on their face for days. They just needed each other. They needed the presence of the other person's body near them to be happy.

Troy needed Gabriella's addictive scent. The vanilla he had come to know and love... he'd spend all day just sniffing her hair if she'd let him. He even found himself stealing his mother's vanilla scented candles from around the house for his room just so he could get some what close to her smell. He needed her laugh... her giggle... the one that would send his heart sailing around the world. The one that made his knees weak. And the best part was when he knew he was the one who caused the giggle; he caused her to laugh; he caused her to be happy. Troy needed her soft words; the ones that turned down his anger, that calmed his body, that relaxed his muscles. He needed her. Just her.

Gabriella needed Troy to just... to just need her. That knowledge alone was as satisfying as ever. To know he could hang out with anyone on a Friday or Saturday night, but that he chose her, he wanted her, he needed her... that was what made her happy. She needed his strong hands that found her lower back whenever he held a door open for her and let her go in first. She needed to stare at his body when he wasn't looking and then blush when he caught her staring. She needed his hypnotizing eyes to stare into her hopeful and dreaming ones. She needed him. Just him.

And if they had the guts to be completely honest with one another, that would be exactly what they'd say.

But they have no guts- no guts at all.

It was fifth period currently which meant English was next period. The Wildcats would be having English class last period on that fateful Friday, leading them into a hopefully exciting and eventful weekend once again.

Gabriella's leg was shaking uncontrollable under her desk as she tapped her pencil on top of her desk, here eyes constantly flickering up to the clock on the wall. She was sitting in French class currently, but her mind was in no way shape or form thinking about French. Well maybe... French kiss... ? That was the most French that would pop into her mind that day.

Her poem was written. It had been written and done for a while now and she re-read it about seventeen times every single day since then debating whether she should change it at all or just trash it all together. It finally came to the point where she sealed it up in her English folder and stuffed the folder in the bottom of her locker so she wouldn't look at it any more. She just couldn't bear to think what would happen after she finished reading those personal words out loud to her class. God... maybe she should just go to the nurse and fake a stomach ache so she could go home... or maybe she should just make a run for the East High front doors and never look back... or maybe... god. She was killing herself here.

Troy on the other hand was being tortured in Spanish class at the moment. His knee kept hitting his solid desk as it shook violently up and down, his finger nail propped in his mouth and being attacked by his teeth. He was breathing heavily and was doing his best to ignore the questioning glares from his best friend Chad. The clock above his Spanish teachers head had to be broken; Troy was completely convinced.

His poem was done and over with; it was finished and he was petrified to read it out loud. He wasn't sure if he took the right route with it. What he wrote is not what people are expecting, and he was just praying that that would turn out to be a good thing.

The feelings in his stomach made him want to vomit and he was sure if he tried hard enough he could. But if he did, that would mean he could go home which would work perfectly in his favor. After all, he was Troy Bolton, so all he had to do was flash the nurse his smile and give her a wink and he'd be set free from East High and English class. He'd be able to make a break for it, jump in his truck, and leave this place behind, not having to worry about reading his poem. It would be so easy... just... ugh. He just needed to man up.

Yeah. Man up. That shouldn't be hard, right?

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It was official: last period was now in session, and Gabriella and Troy were about to faint.

They couldn't do it. They just couldn't stand up there, next to each other and jus-

"Alright class, the fateful day has come for you to read your poems. Need I remind you of my policy about telling the truth today; it's a major part of your grade. Would anyone like to volunteer to go first?"

The classroom became dead silent and everyone seemed to slouch a little lower in their desks, tucking their head down to avoid eye contact with Miss Paterna.

"You know, I use to pull that one with my teachers too when I was your age. Glad to see you kids still do it. How about Alex and Jake? Serenade us with your poems, will you?"

The two boys moaned out loud before making their way slowly to talk about their "First time falling in love." Considering they were both male jocks with a lengthy reputation in the female department, their poems were bound to be complete lies.

Troy didn't see them walk to the front of the room though, or hear them read their poems, or hear the next couple read their poems either. His eyes were solely focused on Gabriella's back which was covered in a turquoise gathered tube dress that was ruched and had a gathered fabric belt under her bust and went to above her knees. A thin white sweater was over it with quarter length sleeves to cover her shoulders a bit and white flats were on her feet. Her hair was down in perfect curls with a small clip pulling her bangs up and back in a small poof. It was yet another Friday where Gabriella felt like being a little dressy. But this Friday she wasn't so sure if she was being a little dress for herself... or for, someone else perhaps?

Either way, she loved her dress as did Troy. His eyes traveled down her long brown curls, wanting desperately to run his finger through a curl and tug softly. He kept himself restrained as he thought about what on earth Gabriella had wrote in her own poem. He knew she'd never had a kiss before, so he could only imagine what her smart brain had come up with.

Laughter erupted in the classroom and Troy somehow found the strength to tear his eyes away from Gabriella's figure to look up and see Taylor and Chad standing up in front of the class reading their poems. Taylor was currently speaking, so Troy assumed that the class was laughing at what she had written. He faintly remembered her telling them that she was going to write about her first bad habit and how that was Chad, so he could only imagine how hilarious that poem would come out.

The funny and witty poem that Taylor recited out loud came as a distraction to Gabi who found comfort in not thinking about her own poem for two seconds. To say she was terrified would be an understatement. She was about to stand in front of her entire class, in front of her friends and people she's never spoken to, and openly admit that she has never had a first kiss before, yet she was going to tell them all about the one kiss she'd give anything to have. Something clearly wasn't right about that. Therefore she felt comforted in the fact that it was clearly acceptable to be petrified beyond belief about what she was going to do.

Anyone in her shoes would be petrified... right?

Miss Paterna's eyes were scanning the classroom once again, and Troy could feel them burning holes into his skull and he could picture the evil smirk spread over her face. But the name that came out of her mouth next didn't belong to him, thankfully, and she picked a different pair. Why she had stared him down yet blew right over him he didn't know, but it only made him more nervous. It was like she knew he was petrified and found some weird joy in tormenting him even more.

His hands were sweating profusely, he could hear his heart beating in his head, his knee wouldn't stop bobbing up and down, he was cracking his knuckles every two seconds, and his normally crystal blue eyes were turning a little darker. He couldn't do this.

There were those eyes again, he could just feel them like he could feel the sweat forming on the back of his neck. They were killing him, and he knew now more than ever that they were up next.

"How about you Troy Boy and Gabriella. Care to share with us your poems?" spoke Miss Paterna while shooting Troy annoyed eyes.

Troy coughed uncomfortable before he slid his sweaty palms down his jean covered thighs, grabbed his poem and stood up, feeling slightly dizzy by the action.

Gabriella was shaking. She was sure of it, never been so sure of anything else in her life. This was now or never; life or death; chocolate or vanilla; humiliation or staying sane.

Oh crap, it was humiliation.

Her eyes never left the now faded white linoleum tiles beneath her feet, and every step she took felt like she was dragging rocks with her.

When she made it to the front of the classroom, here eyes landed on a pair of white Nike's. Perfectly white they were, because Troy insisted that he take good care of his shoes; he didn't want people to look at his shoes and think he was a messy slob. Gosh, he could be just like a girl sometimes.

A small smile formed on her face, and it didn't go unnoticed by Troy who couldn't help but feel a wave or relaxation wash over his entire body. If she was smiling, she was happy, and if she was happy, then he was happy. It was as simple as that.

Feeling a new found confidence roar through Troy's body, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed onto Gabriella's right, causing her chocolate colored eyes to lift up from his shoes and meet his own blue ones. The smile on his face melted Gabriella's heart and she found a smile forming on her own once more. His strength seemed to float its way over to Gabriella and for the first time she felt like she might actually be able to pull this off.

"So you two, what was your topic?" spoke Miss Paterna, clearly not aware of the two teenagers "moment."

"Uh... 'First Kiss' Miss Paterna," spoke Gabriella softly as she witnessed Troy scratching the back of his neck again, a clear symbol of nervousness which gave her comfort.

"Ahh, the famous first kiss, I'm very excited to hear your poems Troy and Gabriella. Which one of you would like to go first?"

Troy's eyes immediately shot to meet Gabriella's and he saw the panic flow through them.

"Uh... I'll go first," spoke Troy softly.

"Sounds great Troy, take it away!"

He took a deep breath before clearing his throat and locking his eyes on the piece of paper in his hands. He was actually going to go through with it; he was going to read this poem out loud, to not only a class full of students... but to Gabriella. The Gabriella. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

"Uhm, so this is my poem... uh yeah, sorry if it sucks," muttered Troy.

"I can feel the blood rushing throughout my body.
And as I brush the hair out of your face,
I slide my hand down your soft slender cheek,
And as my skin touches yours, our hearts beat faster.

As you run your hands through my hair
I lean towards you... I breathe you in.

The sweet smell of vanilla fills my senses as I embed the scent into my memory forever,
And when brown and blue close, our lips meet.

Our kiss is soft and wet, smooth and warm, sensuous and passionate.

Years of friendship, memories, and experiences all playing through my mind.

Not once did I see this coming, yet not once would I every deny it.

The kiss hits our whole bodies like a tidal wave.
We both feel all of our emotion at once, it's a feeling words can't describe.
As we pull away, brown and blue open,

And you look into my eyes and I look into yours,
We smile realizing that was our first kiss,
And it wasn't going to be our last."

Gabriella's head had been down the entire time his lips moved as she stared down at the tiled flooring. Meanwhile in her head she was racking her brain for every brown eyed girl Troy had ever kissed, ever been close with, ever dated, ever slung his arm around... but she couldn't think of one. They were all blonde haired blue eyed fake and plastic girls. All of them. Every. Single. One.

Brown and blue?

Troy cleared his throat again, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck once more, rubbing it and trying to pretend his cheeks weren't red.

Miss Paterna had a smile on her face as she stared up towards Troy, clearly impressed. "That was lovely Troy, I really liked your poem, well done."

Troy just nodded his head before offering a soft thank you.

"And Gabriella? Would you like to read your poem?"

"Uh... aren't I suppose to tell you if that was a lie or not?" questioned Troy, almost freaking out.

Miss Paterna just chuckled to herself. "Well, Mr. Bolton, if you had been paying attention this entire class period like I had so wrongly assumed you were, you would have heard every pair read both of their poems before they confessed their sins," she stated matter-of-factly.

"...oh. Sorry," muttered Troy, embarrassed yet again.

"Mhmm... anyways, Gabriella? Your poem?"

"Uh... yeah, like Troy said, sorry if it sucks."

She couldn't do this. No. No. No. She just... she... shit. She was such a freaking idiot.

"Lost in a blinding hot shower of stars
My world has contracted to fit in your arms
Enveloped in you and I cannot be saved
As my heart leaps towards you, bound by its cage

Every last nerve ending soaring with fire
As my conscience is slowly consumed by desire
The taste of your lips and the scent of your skin
Where love and the rest of my life will begin

And as my last defenses collapse at your feet
I surrender myself in becoming complete

From the first moment your lips touched mine

I knew I had found my paradise

I found my match, my soulmate, my lover

Everything I've dreampt of, you've made into my reality

This one fateful kiss will only lead to more

And although it's taken a long time

That one kiss shared between two best friends turned lovers

Was well worth the wait."

Gabriella's shaking hands lower the wrinkled piece of paper from her eye site and she slowly led her eyes next to her to her desired boy, taking in his reaction.

He's knows it's a lie. And she knows that he knows that it's a lie. And all she can do is anticipate what he will do with that knowledge.

Best friends turned lovers.

That was all that was rolling through Troy's mind, over and over and over again.

"That was beautiful Gabriella, I loved it. Class, round of applause please."

And so that class did as ordered while Gabriella and Troy stood awkwardly at the front of the classroom wondering how weird it would look if they suddenly bolted out of the classroom and ran out of the school.

Not too weird, right?

"So, it's that dreadful time. Was it all a lie, or was it all the truth. Troy?"

Troy took possibly the biggest breath he's ever taken before letting it out and horribly attempting to slow his heart beat down.

"Well... um... it was... it was a lie."

Troy immediately caught sight of the confusion that spread over his best friend Chad's face, as well as Zeke's and even Sharpay's. And the next thing he knew, he was seeing confusion spread over everyone in the entire class's face. But more importantly, when he tilted his head to his side, he saw the shock and confusion spread over the one person's face who mattered the most.

"I mean... I have had my first kiss... it's just... this wasn't it," spoke Troy referring to the poem he had just read, while trying to keep control of his voice.

"And why is that Troy? So you've had your first kiss, what made you decide to not write about that?" questioned Miss Paterna.

"Because it was the worst kiss of my life," stated Troy simply with a straight face on. "It meant nothing, nor will it ever. It was horrible, and stupid, and nothing to be proud of. None of them ever have meant anything; not one."

"So what is this poem then? If it's not your first kiss, and it isn't any other kiss, it's..." said the English teacher.

"It's what I wish was my first kiss. It's what I want to be my first kiss. It's what it should have been a long time ago. It's with the person it should be with; the person I want it to be with. It's... it's just... it's the perfect kiss."

Gabriella was sure there was sweat dripping down her face. Like, completely, 100 sure. It was basically a fact in her mind. She was shaking too, she was sure of that also. Freaking out would be an understatement of her current condition. No... she was beyond that... she was ready to faint, fall to the ground hard, become knocked out and forget that this had ever happened.

What was he getting at? The person he wants it to be with... brown and blue... She was going to pass out. Simple as that.

"Hmm... interesting. I like that Troy. Thank you for sharing that with us. Gabriella?"

Her throat closed, it just completely closed on her. She couldn't talk, couldn't make a sound, couldn't cry for help... she was doomed. No, she was screwed.

"Uhh... my poem was a uh, it was a lie also. Uhm... I've never had my first kiss, and like.. like T-troy's, my poem is basically about the perfect kiss with the perfect person. Almost like... like your fairytale maybe? Yeah... something like that. It's what I'd dream of happening, and what I want to happen."

It was over. She could go sit down now and bury her head in her books and never come up again. She could just excuse herself to the ladies room and never come back. She'd disappear from the face of the Earth and everything would be fine, everything would be just peachy.

Troy in the mean time was connecting the dots; every single word she had spoken, every single look she'd had on her face, every single look she'd given him, every single freaking dot he could think of, he was connecting them... all of them.

And when he was finally done, a smirk formed on his face.

Oh yeah... his idea was perfect, and it would work out the way he had wanted it to... the way he dreamed of it to.

Miss Paterna noticed the look in Troy's eyes, and the sadness in Gabriella's and chose to not say anything else, but rather see what Troy would do next. More specifically, to see if Troy would do what he clearly was dying to do and clearly what Gabriella would love more than life itself.

Upon not hearing any more questions from her teacher, and with the awkward silence becoming too much, Gabriella started to make a move towards returning to her seat. A hand on her wrist though stopped her from moving and her breath once again left her body and she felt her throat closing up.

And then brown met blue.

She felt sparks run down her spine at the sensation of Troy's strong hand on her wrist, while his other hand came up to the side of her face, his fingers brushing over her flawless skin as his crystal blue eyes traveled over every inch of her face, really seeing her for the first time.

Gabriella was seeing stars and her heart was leaping around uncontrollably in her chest. Her body was on fire from his intense yet soft and reassuring stare. She noticed his eyes drifted down to her lips, and a huge sense of desire consumed her being.

And then it happened. It being her first kiss. Her first, perfect kiss with the perfect person. Her fairytale; her dream; her everything.

She knew she had found her paradise when his soft and smooth lips crashed onto hers gently, and she felt her knees go weak. Troy wrapped his arms around her small waist to hold her up, smiling through the kiss. He tasted so sweet... so perfect... so heavenly.

And in that moment she knew that she had met her match, her soulmate, her lover, her everything. It was because of him that a dream was coming true, and she knew that this perfect kiss in front of their entire English class would only lead to more. She had waited her whole life for this, pictured it in her mind so many times: she saw herself and Troy, two best friends becoming lovers.

And she would say it until her lungs went sore: It was well worth the wait.

A/N: Tad-da!! There you have it! I really enjoyed writing this story and I had a lot of fun with it. I really hope that you enjoyed reading it and that it wasn't a waist of my time. Please tell me what you think and review one last time!!

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