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Why Can't I
Gabi got out of the cab and made her way up to her New York apartment after her lunch with her best friend, Troy Bolton. Troy was a Knicks player and they had met only a few months ago. It really was weird.
FLASHBACK
Gabi was walking out of her office building: The New York Times, and juggling a million files at the same time. "Why can't work ever stay at work?" she mumbled to herself, as all her files went cascading to the ground. She groaned
"You know some people find that people who talk to themselves are crazy." She looked up from her crouching position on the ground and into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.
"Yeah, well some people find people who talk to random strangers crazy." She retorted with a smile, what was she doing? She was flirting with a perfect stranger when she had a boyfriend, albeit a gorgeous perfect stranger.
"Well then, we both must be crazy." He laughed, and smiled when she giggled, what was he doing? He had a gorgeous girlfriend at home that he loved. "Troy Bolton."
"Gabriella Montez." She sighed dejectedly. Bolton, Knicks, dating Sharpay, her boyfriend's sister's boyfriend. Great
Montez, he thought, girlfriend's brother's girlfriend, superb or fabulous, as Sharpay would say.
Despite the situation the two hit it off and Troy helped Gabi carry her papers back to her apartment.
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
END OF FLASHBACK
The two became fast friends, instantly inseparable, though none of their friends seemed to suspect anything. They did double dates with the twins, Ryan and Sharpay. They went out on their own. They even held hands if they were alone, but swore it was completely platonic.
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning
We're already we, and we're gonna go swimming
They did almost everything together even though they both knew it was wrong.
"This is so wrong. We should be doing this with our special someone's not with each other." Gabi told Troy with a smile nonetheless.
"I know, I've got Sharpay and you've got Ryan. We need to respect them." He said. The two were at a benefit that Troy had to go to for the Knicks, they were dancing, very closely. Sharpay couldn't go so Troy had asked Ryan if he could take Gabi since he HAD to have a date according to the coach. Ryan, of course, had agreed assuming that they were nothing more than friends. Boy was he wrong.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
The two constantly thought about ending their relationships. It seemed like they were dating and Ryan and Sharpay were just side deals. Why not just break up with them and go out together? They certainly had the right chemistry to do it.
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up?
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
They quietly sat on the beach, enjoying each other's company as they listened to the waves crash over the ocean. They had taken along weekend together while Ryan and Sharpay were on a business trip in France. Gabi was sitting between Troy's legs and he had his arms around her. It was perfect. Though odd for best friends, especially since they were sharing a hotel room…
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning
Gabi sighed contentedly as she looked out the window of her office. She was the head of the Science and Research Department. She looked at the clock for the millionth time in 20 minutes. Just one more hour before she met Troy for lunch at their favorite little café, out of the way, just the way they liked it. G-d she was thinking like they were a couple.
Troy looked at the clock in the boardroom. The Knick's were having a last minute meeting. One more hour until I see Ella again. He thought happily. He shouldn't be this excited to be meeting her at their favorite out of the way café. They were there every week at 1:30, after the lunch crowd. He was never this excited when he ate with Sharpay.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Troy looked up into the stands and saw her cheering for him, not Sharpay, though she was sitting right next to her, no he was smiling at Gabi. It was a special smile, reserved only for her. Ryan had his arm securely around her waist that made him frown slightly as he shook his head and got back into the game.
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
Out of this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Gabi looked down at the court. She smiled a smile that lovers shared, it was not, however, for her boyfriend Ryan, no it was for Troy. He was playing an incredible game. Inwardly she knew he was winning it for her, but she knew, when it was all said and done, she'd be in bed with Ryan, and he'd be there with Sharpay.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
Gabi's back slammed into her apartment door. She pulled her keys out and unlocked it after fumbling around for a minute. The kiss that they were sharing was never broken as they made their way inside and Troy shut the door with his foot. He picked her up off the ground and made his way through the all too familiar apartment. Her back rammed into another door, the bedroom door. Troy fumbled with the handle as the door flung open. Gabi unlatched her legs from Troy's waist and the two walked to the bed. When Gabi felt the backs of her knees hit the bed frame she allowed herself to drop back on it, taking Troy with her.
Gabi sat up panting, she had the dream again. She looked at Ryan, sleeping peacefully next to her and sighed unhappily. At least the dream didn't go as far as it usually did. She slipped out of bed and grabbed her phone, dialing the all too familiar number.
"Hello." The deep comforting voice came on the other line.
"I need to see you." She whined slightly
"Central Park fountain in 10 minutes." He said and they hung up.
She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
He slid out of bed, leaving Sharpay alone again. He let out the breath he always seemed to hold in when they were talking.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Song: Why Can't I by Liz Phair
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