"Ok and we are on." Troy announced to Gabriella.

"Great. Hey guys, we are back for video number 2."

"Yeah. Thank you guys for liking us so much."

Gabriella smiled, "Yeah. We got like 100 comments talking about how good we are. But then we got some negative comments. It's none of your damn business if we argue too much. We don't argue that much."

"She's right." Troy agreed.

"We bicker." Gabriella corrected. "There is a really big difference. Read a dictionary."

Troy turned to his girlfriend, "You done with your hissy fit?"

"If I was having a hissy fit, you'd know it."

Troy nodded, "That true. Read the first question." He handed Gabriella the index card.

Dear Troy and Gabriella,

My girlfriend wants to move to Los Angeles to be a singer. We live together in an apartment in San Antonio and I don't think I'm willing to move. I want her to follow her dreams but I don't want to leave. Help.

"Ok, first off, I like you because you live in Texas. I'm from Texas."

"Its a small world, babe." Gabriella said sarcastically. "I think this guy should let his girlfriend go. Either go with her or let her follow her heart alone."

Troy shrugged, "I think he should go with her. I love Texas and all, but I'd need to experience a change in scenery. If you got the opportunity to go to LA, I'd go with you."

"Aw. That's sweet."

"I mean it's LA. New Mexico is cool but there are only 4 things out here: sun, dirt, mountains, and houses made out mud and brick."

"And this girlfriend of yours might get famous, if she can actually sing."

"We should move to LA after high school."

Gabriella scoffed, "And do what?"

"You're a dancer, I'm a basketball player. Duh I'm gonna play for the Lakers and you will be a Laker girl."

"You should move to LA and become a singer."

"Sing?"

Gabriella nodded and turned to the camera, "Ok yesterday in music class, Troy was singing. I've never heard him sing and we've known each other since we were 12. Thanks for letting me."

"I didn't know I could sing. I'm not exactly Trey Songz."

"You got that right."

Troy glared at her, "Hurtful."

"You and I are going to do a duet, together." Gabriella announced, after a moment of thinking. "And put on here."

Troy chuckled, "Oh really? Says who?"

"Says me. And you love me, so you'll do it."

Troy rolled his eyes, "That's your argument for everything, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Let's get back to the question."

"Oh yeah! Don't make your girlfriend chose. You'll look like a douche."

"And if you make her stay in Texas, she will resent you for the rest of her life. Don't be that controlling, manipulative guy."

Gabriella turned to Troy, "I think we are agreeing on something."

"That's a first." Troy picked up another card. "Ok next question."

Dear Troy and Gabriella,

I don't know how to tell my wife I'm cheating on her. I don't want to hurt her, but the relationship is pretty much over.

"Well Mr. Cheater, I hope you broke up with that mistress or whatever. If not, than cut ties with her immediately and then tell your wife."

"I don't get why guys cheat." Gabriella said. "If you don't want to be with a girl, break up with her. It's simple."

"It's not just guys, it's the woman's fault too. If she decides to get involved with a married man, she's just as much to blame." Troy argued.

Gabriella shrugged, "What if the woman doesn't know the guy is married? The guy however, knows if he is in a serious relationship or not. You can't always blame the woman. That's why guys get so burned when it's all over."

"No, guys get burned because women get crazy."

"We do not!"

"For guys, it's about sex. Women want relationships and feelings. You guys get so emotionally involved in the affair, you are completely blindsided when we want to end it."

"Name one example."

"Fatal Attraction."

"Name another one."

"Obsessed."

Gabriella glared at Troy, "They weren't having an affair. Ali just played a crazy stalker."

"She still got emotionally attached." When Gabriella didn't reply, Troy smirked. "Exactly."

"I hope you enjoy your victory because that's the only thing you'll be getting tonight."

"Are you dangling sex over me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Why don't you be a good little loser and admit you lost." Troy teased.

"Let it go, Troy."

"No. Admit that you lost the debate."

"I didnt lose. I don't lose. I'm a Montez, dammit and we win."

"Well Montez, you just lost."

Gabriella ignored Troy, "God, you are distracting me from the question. Tell your wife that you were cheating on her, but you ended the affair."

"God, I hope you weren't screwing your boss, or secretary. Then you'd have to quit your job and change your number, and possibly move to another city."

"Banging a co-worker is never a good idea. If you are going to cheat, pick a complete stranger that you will never see ever again in your life." Gabriella suggested.

"Good idea." Troy complimented.

"We are on a role today." Gabriella gave Troy a high five. "Go us."

"I think we have time for one more." Troy picked a random card up from the floor. After reading it, he turned to Gabriella. "Lets skip this question."

"Why?"

"I don't like it." Troy replied.

Gabriella snatched the card from Troy's hand and read it, "Oh! So when did you and Alison hook up?"

"Never."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I hook up with Alison?"

Gabriella shrugged, "I don't know. You tell me."

"There is nothing to tell. I didn't hook up with Alison." He said the word Alison as if he said herpes.

"Was it the night of that party last month?" Gabriella asked. "I didn't go because I got food poisoning."

"Gabriella…"

"Why would Alison lie about something like that?"

"Maye because she doesn't like you. And she's jealous of you. She was my girlfriend before we got together.

Gabriella scoffed, "Of course. That flat chested, bottle blonde, whore would hold on to a relationship that happened when we were 13." She turned to the camera, "Well Alison, if you are watching this, kiss my..."

"Gabriella lets not have this argument right now."

"I'm not arguing with you!" Gabriella snapped. "We're having a civil conversation."

Troy grabbed the remote for his camera, "Ok we're done for today."

"We aren't done talking, Bolton."

"Goodbye, YouTue." He turned the camera off.