Troy was lying on his back on his bed. It was 11:13pm and he couldn't sleep. Emma had gone home for the night because she had run out of clothes, and he remembered his mum now so her parents wanted to start spending more time at home. Troy got up from his bed and walked over to the window. It was a clear night. The sky resembled dark velvet and was intricately decorated with countless little sparks of light. The moon was half full and giving off a beautiful soft glow, drenching the neighbourhood before Troy in a milky glaze. It reminded Troy of the pictures from his storybooks when he was younger; those nights he read about and experienced, where everything was perfect and you could feel the warm fuzziness of contentment in your stomach. But as Troy looked out he felt nothing, except a strange feeling of déjà vu.

Troy was alone, bored, and with hours to kill before anyone would be up to keep him company, so he decided to take a chance and listen to the feeling of déjà vu. He climbed out the window and down the wood lattice; the feeling of déjà vu was getting stronger, so he figured he was going in the right direction. He continued to follow his feet as they took him to a place he was supposed to remember. He had no idea where he was going; the surrounding route didn't look familiar, but it had a strange sense of familiarity to it. He figured he must have walked it many times before.

Before too long, probably only 10 minutes of so, Troy stopped outside a modest but pretty house. He hadn't seen it before, but yet he knew he had; it felt like home. He knew this was the place he was suppose to go to, but he was there yet… He looked around at it, looking for a clue, and he spotted a narrow wooden gate almost out of site behind a tree. He went over and slowly pushed it open and slipped in. He knew the gate wouldn't make a sound, but he didn't know how he knew that. His heart was racing; he knew he was so close to remembering something very significant. The prospect both excited him and scared him shitless. He swallowed hard and looked around the yard. He looked up and saw a balcony. It looked familiar. He had seen it before. It wasn't like before when things only felt familiar; he knew this balcony, it felt right. He looked around and wondered how he would have gotten up in the past, and saw a tree. He began to climb the tree, and surprisingly knew where all the footholds and everything were, as though it was second nature.

He climbed over the rail and stood on the balcony. He suddenly felt short of breathe; most likely a mixture between having not done physical exercise in a while, and that fact that he was standing before a door which was so familiar, knowing he had to knock but being to scared of what he might find. He stood there for a few minutes, just breathing and trying to work up some courage, but he couldn't do it, so he walked along to the other side of the balcony and looked out at the sky, something he was sure he had done here before. He felt another strange sensation; he wanted to sing? He didn't even know if he could sing, but right here, it felt unexplainably right. So began to sing, he wasn't sure if he even knew the song. He couldn't think of the words, but they rolled of his tongue as they knew how to sing themselves. (Ok this is gunna be cheesy)

"We're soarin', flyin', there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach…" He stopped; he didn't know the next bit. As if it wasn't his to sing. The flawlessness of the moment was interrupted, because it wasn't a moment made for just him, there was something else he needed, but he wasn't sure what.

Gabi was lying awake in bed. The moon was casting a sift light over everything, but it was strong enough to let light through her curtains, breaking the darkness. He knew she wouldn't sleep tonight; she hadn't slept well most nights lately. She kept waiting for Troy to climb up her balcony and give her her goodnight kiss. Even though it had been months since he had done it, she missed it. More now than before he was in hospital. She came so close to losing that moment forever, and now it was out of reach by just a few inches, and it was driving her crazy. Her endless sense of longing for the love of the companionship Troy always gave her was getting the better of her. Mostly she could ignore it; just block it out and keep going. But tonight was the most beautiful night there had been in a long time. The sky was clear and all the stars had come out to grant wishes. But not hers. It was nights like these when Troy would come over to share his inner most thoughts and feelings with her as he shared beauty of the night with her. They would lie on her balcony and watch the stars, talking about everything that was going on; the past, the future, and how much they were loving the present and each other. It sounded cliché and teenage to her, but that never mattered to her. It was their time, and she would always have that. It was those nights when she loved Troy the most, and when she knew that whatever would happen, she had someone to stand beside her and face it with her.

Flashback

She and Troy were lying on the balcony. It was the anniversary of her father's death and she was feeling confused and sad. But Troy was with her. He noticed her quietness and pulled her closer to him.

"I'm sorry Troy, I'm so out of it today."

"Never be sorry baby. This is how it should be. Never be ashamed of missing your Dad, or being sad he is gone. It's a good thing. It means you love him and will always remember him. I'm just glad I can be here with you."

"I wish he was here."

"I wish he was here to, I want to meet him and tell him how much I love his daughter, and then one day, I want to go to him and ask his permission to marry you. But even though you're sad, you have to think of the good side of every horrible situation."

"I don't get it…"

"Your father died, and you and your mum were distraught with grief. So bad in fact that you had to move halfway around the country to try and start again. And now we're here together. You're mum is happy and you have great friends, and we have each other. I am forever indebted to your father because his death sent me my saving angel."

"I never thought of it like that. Thankyou Troy, for being here with me, and for loving me. I move you. And my Dad would have too."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so. Because even though he's gone I know he's up there watching down on me. He loves me and wants me to be happy, so he found the young man who was the most like him in the world, the most loving and sweet and selfless, and he sent him to me. My dad loves you too Troy, because he could see your pure heart and knew he wanted you for me. He sent you to me, just as he sent me to you… A match made in heaven." She giggled.

"It means a lot to me that you think he would approve. Are you really ok?"

"Yeah I am. I really feel at peace with it. I will always miss him and love him. But I don't feel empty anymore, because I have you. And everything is going ok."

"Do you still talk to him?"

"No. Do you think he could hear?"

"Of course he does. Sometimes guardian angels are the best listeners you could ever ask for. And they do answer, straight to your heart."

"I'd feel weird."

"I'll start then. Hello Mr. Montez, I'm Troy Bolton but of course you already know that. I love Gabriella with all my heart and I promise I will always love her, and I know you'll hold me to that. Thankyou for your daughter, and I promise I will ask your blessing before I ask her to marry me. Gabriella has something to say to you…"

"Hey Dad. I- I love you, more than ever. Thankyou for Troy and for everything. I'll never forget you, and I promise I'll talk to you all the time. I miss you."

"Feel better?"

"Yeah, I really do. I think he heard me. And I think he's happy that I spoke to him. Thankyou." She gave him a kiss.

"Anything for you my angel."

End Flashback

But now, all she felt was regret and guilt as tears came to her eyes. She had broken up with Troy because he was becoming distant, they were growing apart, and she thought it was just because the relationship was ending. He wouldn't say why and it had made her mad so she had broken up with him. Now she knew that he was distant because he was so depressed, and although they had said they would always face their demons together, she had abandoned him, and almost lost him forever. She should have been there for him, and not given up. Now she wasn't even a distant memory to him. She was nothing, as though she never existed. She heard a voice on her balcony. She could see the silhouette of someone on her balcony; his shape breaking the perfect glowing blanket of moonlight at poured though her curtains. She could have sworn it was Troy. She went over and parted the curtains. Looking out she saw him; it really was him. On her balcony as though nothing had changed. She took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out onto the balcony.

Troy heard the door open and jumped. 'Shit, what if they called the cops or something. I'm such a creep lurking out on some random's balcony'. He watched as a girl walked out onto the balcony and stared at him.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to be up here, I don't mean to freak you out ill just go." He said very quickly. But she continued to just stare at him.

"Troy?" She said weakly. He turned back and faced her. He was in her pajamas, with her long dark hair out. He voice sounded so familiar, and hearing it made him fill with joy. She must have meant something to him, but he didn't know what. Her face fell when she realised he didn't recognise her. He didn't say anything so she continued.

"I hear you singing. Why did you stop?" Troy looked down at his feet.

"I-I… well… I couldn't remember… the next bit…" He still didn't look at her. But she smiled and softly began to sing.

"If we're trying, so we're breaking free." Troy looked at her in wonder. As if someone had opened the floodgates to his past the day of the callbacks came back to him. Singing with her, the moon, the piano, the words, her face, and her smile. Then every minute they ever spent together, all the times she had laughed and smiled at him, told him how he loved her. All the memories and emotions threatened to overwhelm him as he tried to win control of his mind back. He looked at her face, he beautiful big brown eyes. She was as beautiful as ever. How could he have ever forgotten her? He had almost lost her, the girl he loved more than life itself.

"Gabriella?" He said softly with wonder. She just smiled, tears coming to her eyes. He couldn't stand it he quickly rushed to her and closed the gaps between them. He kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, but not hungry and lustful. It was a kiss that held in it every ounce of love he had ever had for her and held an apology in it for any moment that she ever thought he had let that go. Then he drew back and looked in her eyes. Suddenly his smile faded, and he let his hands that were cupping her face fall to his sides. She had dumped him. He could remember that day so closely. How he had felt his heart break and felt himself swallowed by the world.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'll just go." His voice was shaky as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. He couldn't cry in front of her.

"No, Troy, please don't go. Please don't go."

"We're over, remember. You told me you didn't love me anymore."

"I never could have been more wrong Troy. Please stay, I love you more than anything and I don't want to be without you tonight." He had waited so long to hear her say that. Troy looked into her eyes. He saw nothing but regret and genuine love.

He quickly crossed the space in between them and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up against him. He deepened the kiss. The kiss was still full of love, but it was also rough and hungry, letting her know how much he wanted her. He was retaliating just as strongly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his middle. He carried her, still kissing her, over to her bed and lay them down, him on top of her. As soon as they were down his hand began to explore her back and begged to remove her top. She sat up, straddling him, and removed her top. Troy sat up and she took his off too. They immediately began kissing again and pushing up against each other. Troy unhooked her bra and slid it off. As he began to move his hands over her chest he began kissing her neck. It was driving her crazy. She could feel him hard in between he legs so she pushed him back down against the bed and started unzipping his pants. They hadn't had sex before, she hadn't ever. But although this was lusty and fast, it was loving too. And she was sure she wanted it. And this time, she was going to get what he wanted. (Can't write anymore, sorry, can't write the whole sex thing hahaha.)

Taylor pulled up outside Gabriella's house the next morning. She tooted her horn but Gabi didn't come out. She sighed and parked quickly running up to the front door. She let herself in, but couldn't see Gabi anywhere. Mrs Montez left for work early so Taylor went up to Gabi's room, hoping she was awake.

"Gabi you better be awa-" She stopped, shocked at the sight in front of her. Gabi and Troy were in bed together; both most likely naked because even though she couldn't see them, she could see a ripped open condom wrapper on the floor. She wasn't sure what to think, but she decided not to wake them, as she probably wasn't supposed to know about this whole incident.

She crept back downstairs and closed the door behind her. She drove off to school thinking about what she had seen, and how that happened. And what about Emma? OMG EMMA! TROY HAS A GIRLFRIEND! OH THIS IS NOT GOOD…

Sorry its short… next chap:

Emma or Gabi?

Coach starts getting pissed off at Troy