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I'll Email You

Chapter six

Maybe Perfect

Gabriella laughed as she opened her inbox the next morning, yawning quickly as she opened her email from Troy. She smiled at the screen, reading over the letter, happy to start her day like this.

From: TroyPROBolton(at)comcast(dot)net

Subject: The Deep End

To: GabriellaSWEETMontez(at)comcast(dot)

Hey, Gabriella! So, Chad is now texting me about Taylor and Zeke is calling me about Sharpay and I'm emailing my favorite girl. I'm just so popular. Yeah, that's what I assumed, you don't buy it. Go ahead, Miss Montez, laugh all you want.

Is Taylor okay now, or is she still freaked about the incident at Sharpay's pool when she fell in? Chad was worried about her all night. He called me twice… I shut my phone off after the second call. :) I know Chad makes stupid comments to her, but I think he honestly likes her. Something tells me that his comments are all some kind of act, but I guess we'll never know, because Chad's a goofball. No denying it.

So, Gabriella, have you killed Charlie yet? When I saw you last, you were chasing Charlie down the street for painting your car with washable paint. Has that come off yet? Or has it been baked on there because of the Albuquerque summer heat?

Can you ask Charlie if practice is going to be cancelled because they're waxing the gym floors? I'm too lazy to call. Okay, fine! Stop rolling your eyes at me, I'll ask myself, gosh Gabriella. I'm sure we'll just have to practice outside. Wonderful.

So, what's new with you? Besides that you hate Charlie and Taylor hates Chad? I know I saw you yesterday, but you never know I could have missed A LOT. What'cha dream about? Am I being nosy? Well, I'll probably see you soon and talk to you sooner.

Your Friend,

Troy Bolton

P.S. No need to be afraid of the deep end now, is there?

Gabriella smiled and reread the last paragraph. What did she dream about? Boy, if only she could tell Troy that, but oddly, she dreamed of him; and something about the deep end and falling fast into it. She assumed it had some symbolism, but, whatever, it was just a dream. Yeah, just a dream.

To: TroyPROBolton(at)comcast(dot)net

Subject: Re: The Deep End

From: GabriellaSWEETMontez(at)comcast(dot)net

Troy! Isn't it weird how long our emails are and we see each other only hours before we send them? It amuses me. You're so right, Mr. Bolton, I was laughing at you, I'm still laughing now. Ha. Ha.

Taylor's okay. She has decided to boycott pools for life, but once she needs a tan she'll be right next to Sharpay and I, floating along like always. Chad. What are we going to do with him? Taylor just doesn't like him, Troy. The comments just get to her. Sometimes she takes them in the wrong way. Like for example, the other day, Chad commented her butt, something about her short shorts, I don't know, and for the rest of the day she asked me if those pants made her butt look big. I know, now you're laughing, but it's a girl thing. Comments have to be made carefully. Girls can have mood swings at ANY time.

Actually right as we speak, Charlie is washing my car. I got the parental units in to enforce some discipline (I cried until they made him). So, I'm happy for now, but watch, I'll walk out into the hallway and be covered in honey or something disgustingly sticky. I swear I could just…

Yeah, I can almost promise you that practice is not cancelled. If it was, there would already be plans for a huge party being made as we speak, but I haven't heard anything about a party.

New? Nope. Nothing new here. To answer your question, yes, you are being nosy. I dreamed. Of things you can't know about. Keep pouting, Bolton, but I can't see you, there's no falling for the puppy dog pout. I guarantee I'll see you within the next day, so I'll end this email here.

Your Friend,

Gabriella Montez

P.S. Deep End? I have no problem with it. ;)

Gabriella clicked send after rereading her email and she made her way down the stairs, humming a song. She walked into the empty kitchen, pulling out her usual cereal and pouring it into a bowl. She leaned against the counter and ate her cereal, taking in the moment of peace and quiet that she was currently in. She rolled her eyes soon later though when Charlie came in, chucking a wet, soapy rag at her.

"I'm done washing your car, dork." He said in annoyance, sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Gabriella smiled and put some more cereal in her mouth, nodding.

"It's about time you did something for me." She said as she set her empty bowl in the sink.

"Please! I only did it because you cried." He told her with an eye roll.

"Thanks to Sharpay, I've learned the art to fake tears." Gabriella smirked, flicking Charlie in the back of his head before she ran to her room, knowing he was probably already chasing after her.

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Gabriella grunted as she smacked her tennis racket forward, sending the fuzzy yellow tennis ball over the small net towards Sharpay. They were in Sharpay's indoor tennis court, getting in some girl time before the guys came home from practice, bound to ruin their time together even if Gabriella was at Sharpay's house. They always found a way to ruin their fun.

"So…" Sharpay started as she whacked the tennis ball back over to Gabriella who shuffled over to it and sent it back. "How's Troy?"

"He's good." Gabriella responded as she breathed deeply. "He's getting all of the phone calls from Zeke and Chad about their love life." She laughed.

"Really?" Sharpay asked as she shuffled to the side. "Has Zeke called him?"

"Yup. To talk about you of course." Gabriella smiled.

"He's such a good guy." Sharpay said with a nod.

"Zeke? Yeah, he's very respectable." Gabriella agreed.

"I agree with you, but I was talking about Troy." Sharpay replied as sent the tennis ball flying over to Gabriella.

"Oh… yeah, he is." Gabriella answered.

"He's a good height for you too. And your skin tones match perf--" Sharpay stopped when Gabriella caught the tennis ball in her right hand and painfully shook her stinging hand.

"Shar, what are you talking about?" Gabriella asked as she massaged her right hand to get rid of the pain.

"You and Troy. You'd look good together." Sharpay told Gabriella from her spot on the other side of the net.

"We're best friends, Shar." Gabriella told her as she tucked her racket under her left arm.

"So." Sharpay shrugged. "It's like he was genetically made for you and fate brought you together."

"Sorry, Shar, but he's my best friend and only my best friend." Gabriella said as she served the tennis ball back to Sharpay.

"Okay, well, I'm just saying, that if you're ever looking for a guy, don't look too far, because the perfect guy is right in front of you." Sharpay explained with a shrug.

"I'm not looking for a guy. I see enough of the opposite sex on a daily basis!" Gabriella replied as she whacked the ball forcefully and sighed.

Sharpay sighed too as she looked at her good friend. She had a feeling that something was going to happen between Troy and Gabriella and she hoped that she was right. They both deserved something good after uniting her and Zeke, and Sharpay hoped that they would get each other in return.

Gabriella looked over at Sharpay after a few minutes of no talking; only the sound of their sneakers on the gym floor and the bouncing of the tennis ball. She could tell Sharpay was thinking, of what, she could probably guess, but she shrugged it off and continued to play.

"Sorry if I made you mad." Gabriella said, unable to take the silence any longer.

"Oh gosh, no, you didn't." Sharpay said with a nod. "I just want you to be happy, is all."

Gabriella stopped shuffling along the court and looked at her friend sincerely. She twisted the racket in her hand and smiled softly.

"I am happy, Sharpay. I've never been happier." Gabriella told her concerned friend. "I don't need Troy to be my boyfriend to be happy. I just need him and my friends in my life and right now, that's what I have." She smiled.

"Okay." Sharpay nodded with a smile. "Ready to quit?" She asked as she wiped some sweat off of her forehead.

"Yeah." Gabriella smiled as she waited for Sharpay to walk around to her side of the net.

They linked their arms together and laughed as they walked off of the court, into the hallway, heading towards the large kitchen in the center of the house. Gabriella slid into one of Sharpay's kitchen barstools and fanned her hot face with her hand as Sharpay pulled out two water bottles, handing one over to Gabriella.

"Is Zeke coming over tonight?" Gabriella asked Sharpay once she had sat down next to her.

"Yeah, how do you know?" Sharpay asked suspiciously, but she nodded as Gabriella swallowed a gulp of water. "Why did I even ask? Troy?"

"Yeah, he told me that Zeke was probably going to call you today, so I assumed." Gabriella answered.

"Do you two still email everyday even though you see each other everyday?" Sharpay asked as she twisted the cap to her water bottle back on.

"Pretty much; unless we forget to check our email, which never happens." Gabriella told her.

Sharpay nodded without a response and Gabriella stood up with a smirk.

"I'm going to get going. I know what you're thinking." Gabriella pointed at her suspiciously.

"I'm not—" Sharpay started.

"Nope, don't want to hear it! Get ready for your date with Zeke!" Gabriella said as she scurried out of the kitchen.

Sharpay laughed as her best friend left and she soon left the kitchen too to get ready for later that day with a smile on her face.

Gabriella opened her car door and pulled out of the long driveway of the Evans' residence. She pulled her sunglasses over her eyes and headed home, glancing at the clock, smiling when she saw that basketball practice would still be going on for a few more hours, leaving her some time alone.

She was driving down the main road towards her neighborhood when she saw a large group of guys jogging down the road; the backs of their shirts drenched in sweat as the hot sun beat down on them. She smiled when she got closer to them, realizing that they were they basketball team. She honked her horn and their heads turned immediately, glancing at her. She waved with a smirk on her face and slowed down, knowing no one was behind her.

"This air conditioning sure feels good!" She said, glaring at Charlie, who had easily caught her that morning after she flicked him in the head.

"Shut up, Gabriella!" Charlie said as he jogged next to her car, hitting the top of the roof.

Gabriella laughed, noticing their shriveling forms. She wondered how long they'd been jogging for, seeing their empty water bottles. Troy was up at front, trying to keep jogging and Chad was directly behind him.

"Hey, Troy!" Gabriella shouted from her car as she road along side of them still.

He turned his head to look at her and he smiled with a small wave. She grabbed her barely-drank-out-of water bottle and showed it to him from her window.

"Catch!" She said as she tossed it out of her car, watching as it floated over to him, where he caught it with ease.

"Thanks!" He called back as the team groaned, wishing they had that extra water bottle.

"No problem! See you boys later. Don't work yourselves too hard." She teased them as she honked a few more times and speed away.

Gabriella smirked as she watched the team in her read view mirror. She smiled when she saw Troy drink out of her water bottle and hand it over to Chad, who handed it over to Charlie; sharing what he had with his thirsty team. Maybe Sharpay was right. Maybe he was perfect.

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