"We're back!" Gabriella exclaimed, cheerfully. "Video number 4. As you know, I'm Gabriella." She turned to Troy.

"What?"

"Introduce yourself." Gabriella ordered.

Troy laughed, "Gabs, they know who we are."

"It's professional to introduce yourself."

Troy sighed, not seeing the point in adding fuel to a fire, he couldn't put out, "I'm Troy."

"And we have something to address about the last video." Gabriella said, picking up a small piece of paper. "SoccerLuv92, who called me a dumb bitch, fuck you. And Belieber100, can kiss my ass, because she called me a vapid moron."

"Babe, calm down."

"I'll explain what happened. In our last video, I was sick. And I went to Troy's sister to get some medicine. She had two bottle sitting on her dresser, without labels. I didn't pay muc attention, because when you're sick, you aren't as alert as you usually are. She had medicine and I needed it. I thought it was Theraflu or something. Turns out it was NyQuil and I fell asleep while doing the video."

"That reminds me," Troy started, "guy who said that Gabriella's boobs looked hot in her v-neck can shut up."

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "You are such a hypocrite. You get on me about my rants, but you turn around and do the same thing."

Troy shrugged, "Whatever. Let's just read the questions." Troy handed Gabriella a card.

Troy and Gabriella,

My boyfriend deleted me as a friend from Facebook. Should I be worried? Elena.

"Yes." Troy stated, simply. "Be very worried."

"He's obviously trying to be single on the internet." Gabriella added. "His relationship status is probably single. He probably has 300 female friends and, like 2 male friends."

"God, Gabriella, why don't you just rip the poor girl's heart out and feed it to a shark."

"I'm being honest. She asked for advice. I'm not going to lie to the girl or try to spare her feelings."

"Well, I'm not a girl. What would you do?"

Gabriella turned to the camera,"If I were you, I would create a fake Facebook account, get a picture of a model as my profile picture, add my boyfriend as a friend, and stalk the hell out of him."

Troy laughed, "Wow. Remind me to never delete you from Facebook."

"You would never do that. And I have nothing to worry about, because every female in New Mexico knows I will fuck them up, if they even think about flirting with to you."

"Is that so?" Troy asked, slightly amused.

Gabriella nodded, "Yeah. And I trust you. If you can't trust your significant other, than you don't need to have Facebook accounts."

"I agree. If you're insecure, or jealous, then just delete your Facebook. And if you are extremely territorial like my girlfriend is, never delete her as a friend."

"So anyway, Elena, do what I would do. Spy on him and catch his ass in the act. Then embarrass him in front of all of the females he's probably flirting with."

"Females are like the FBI when you are determined."

"Yes we are. So don't test me. My dad is a lawyer, so I can do whatever I want to you and get away with it. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Gabriella smiled, "Things would be so much simpler if you always agreed with me."

"That is never going to happen, Montez."

Gabriella handed Troy the next card, "Here, this seems like a good one. We'll have a lot to discuss."

Dear Troy and Gabriella,

I hate my boyfriend's mother, and she hates me. She's needy, possessive, controlling and doesn't respect my position in my boyfriend's life. What should I do?

Sincerely, Mikayla.

"Oh shit." Troy said , after reading the card.

"Mikayla, you are going to pit your boyfriend in a very tricky position. You or his mother. Stuff like this never ends well."

"You can't make him chose between his mother and you." Troy added. "If you asked your boyfriend to chose, he wouldn't give you an answer." He pointed to Gabriella. "I know this, because I wouldn't give Gabriella an answer."

"Thank God, Lucille adores me. And my mother loves you."

"Have you done something to make her hate you? Have you cheated on him or something? Or is she just suffering from separation anxiety?" Gabriella interrogated. "If you have done something to give her a reason to hate you, then talk to her and apologize. If you haven't done anything, maybe you should have your boyfriend talk to her."

Troy nodded, "Yeah. You can't confront her, yourself. That is completely off limits. My bother's ex tried to confront my mom, and my mom slapped her in the face. You can see why she's my brother's ex."

Gabriella laughed, "Oh my God, I remember that. Lucille is sweeter than sugar, but that is one woman you do not want to cross."

"Confrontations are never the answer, because the motor is going to feel attacked, and your boyfriend is going defend his mother. And you don't want to end up looking like the bad guy."

Gabriella looked at her watch, "I have dance in 30 minutes. I think we have time to do one more question." She picked up a card.

Troy and Gabriella,

My girlfriend, Elizabeth, is moving into my apartment in a few days. We're a good couple, but we're polar opposites when it comes to our living habits. Any advice on how to co-exist?

Matthew

"Matthew, if your girlfriend is anything like Gabriella, I suggest you put all your clothes in a storage unit."

Gabriella turned to Troy, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're going to take up all the closet space, throw away the clothes you don't like, and then steal the ones you do you." Troy explained.

Gabriella scoffed, "That isn't true."

"Nice sweatshirt, klepto. Where did you get it?"

Gabriella looked down at the over sized sweatshirt she was wearing. "It's yours."

"Have you seen my favorite pair of sweatpants? The red ones?" Troy asked.

"Ugh! I threw those out when you asked me to help you clean your closet."

Troy smirked, "Case closed."

"Troy you wore those sweats all the time."

"They were my favorite pair!"

"I'll buy you new sweat pants."

"It's not the same."

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Troy, you're 18 years old. You got to get over it. I've known you for 5 years and you had had those pants since before we met."

"I don't want to talk about it, anymore."

"Anyway, Matthew, just ignore my boyfriend's ridiculous advice. You and your girlfriend need to talk things out before she moves in. Maybe you two should set some ground rules."

"Do a trial run before she permanently moves in." Troy added.

"All we really want is for guys to clean up after themselves, and help out with dishes. If you follow those two basic rules, living together should be easy."

"Can you see us moving in together?" Troy asked.

"If we had separate closets, I would definitely move in with you." Gabriella answered, honestly. "Shared closet space should be illegal. And you can cook better than I can."

"Living with someone helps you find out a lot more about a person. It seems like when people move in together, they break up."

"Its a real test of love. And strength, and wit. If you're smarter and more clever than your roommate, you can easily manipulate them until you have complete control."

"I'm glad I've grown immune to your manipulative ways."

Gabriella smirked, "Don't be so sure, Bolton."

Troy patted his pockets, "Have you seen my phone?"

Gabriella shook her head, "No."

"Can you call it for me, please?"

"Yeah." Gabriella grabbed her cell phone and dialed Troy's cell phone number.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else,

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,

You don't know,

Oh oh,

You don't know you're beautiful

"Whats that?" Troy asked, suddenly hearing the music in Gabriella's room.

"Your ringtone." Gabriella replied. "It's What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction."

"That's not my phone. My phone has that basic iPhone ringtone. I don't know what the hell that is."

"I changed your ringtone."

"Excuse me? You changed my ringtone?"

"Well only for me. It's the perfect song, you know? It's like you're calling me beautiful. You see how clever I am?"

Troy bent down and picked his phone up from off of the floor. "Yeah, this is why we don't touch each other's phones, Brie."

"Don't change it!" Gabriella ordered.

"Why not?"

"Because I want that to be your ringtone for me."

Troy looked at the time, "You have dance soon. We'll talk about this later."

Gabriella turned to the camera, and mouthed, "No we won't." She turned to Troy, "Whatever you say, baby." She turned the camera off.