Wooo, another installment of Crash

Birthday countdown: 6 DAYS :)

Tonight would be perfect and even more...

Prom was amazing, to say the least. The gym was decorated beautifully with red and white decorations and lights. The hotel ballroom that was formerly the prom location was cancelled due to plumbing concerns and was under construction, but what better way to spend your last school dance than at your own high school?

After the prom, kids scattered with their dates to afterparties, after prom, and other activities that would last all night. Troy and Gabriella decided to run home real fast and change clothes, then go to after prom since there wouldn't be alcohol there and it's a safer bet. Besides, who doesn't want to win all those grand prizes? (A/N My brother's fiancee's sister won like $2500 at after prom -.-) Troy changed in his bedroom to basketball shorts and a tshirt while Gabriella borrowed a pair of Troy's sister, Emily's, red Soffee shorts and a white tank top. Once they were finished getting comfy, they walked out to Troy's car and started driving to the huge bash at East High. Who knows, maybe if they went to Gabriella's house, they would've dodged what was yet to come.

Gabriella laced her fingers through Troy's and whispered, "I love you."

Troy grinned and squeezed her hand gently, "I love you more."

Gabbi looked over at him and smiled, then laid her head against the cool glass of the window. She heavily sighed at the perfection of this night. The only day that would be better would probably be her wedding, which she plans on the groom being Troy. She daydreamed until a pair of bright headlights shook her from the daze.

"TROY, LOOK OUT!" She screamed.

Troy's eyes widened and tried to swerve, but it was too late. The car struck Troy's truck head on, more towards Gabbi's side. They both saw black.

A few minutes later, Troy groaned and felt his forehead have a slight itch. He reached up to touch it and saw a bright red liquid appear on his fingertips. He looked over to check on Gabbi and found a piece of debris blocking his vision, trying to move it, the sharp edge cut his hand.

"AGH." He winced and made his way out of the wreckage. He ran over to Gabbi's side and his hand went involuntarily to his mouth. Her head was against the busted up dashboard and a gash was visible from the deep red emerging from it.

"Gabbi!" He thought she was dead, he didn't want to, but what else could you do? His opinion was changed when she moved slightly and coughed. "Gabbi..."

"Troy?" She turned her head, wincing, and looked at him. She was so weak that her loud tone of voice was barely even a whisper.

"Baby, I'm right here...stay with me..." Tears stung his eyes, but he bit them back. He had to be strong if not for Gabbi, but for himself as well.

Suddenly, he heard a male voice, a voice he knew and hated. It was Carter Livingston. Football captain and the second hottest boy compared to Troy Bolton.

"Are you guys okay?" Carter stumbled out. He was drunk, but it was wearing off just a little.

"My girlfriend's hurt..." Troy flipped out his cell phone and dialed 911.

The ambulance soon arrived afterwards and they cut Gabbi out of the car and placed her gently onto a stretcher. Troy didn't leave her side until the EMT made him stay out of the ambulance.

"Sir, you're going to have to stay back." The EMT put his hand on Troy's shoulder gently, keeping him back.

"But that's my girlfriend!" Troy couldn't leave her hurt like that.

"Sir. Stay. Back. You can meet us at the hospital." The EMT got into the ambulance as Troy stood there watching the red lights and sirens fade into the foggy Albuquerque darkness.