A/N (really not important unless you were one of my reviewers or you just like to listen to be blabber):

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Troy wished he was dead. Anything could've been better than standing there, with Veronica clawing at him, at prom. He checked the door every five seconds, hoping to see her there. Hoping that she would come.

"Come on, baby. Let's dance," Veronica purred disgustingly.

Troy groaned uncomfortably and shifted away from her. "Uh, maybe later Veronica,"

She huffed and stormed in the opposite direction, probably to go and get another drink.

Troy fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat before hearing loud whooping noises coming from the entrance to the gym. He whipped his head in the direction, just in time to see Tyler Johnson leading some new girl that all the guys were hollering at, into the gym. Troy rolled his eyes before suddenly doing a double take.

That definitely wasn't a new girl.

He felt himself loose his breath as he finally took in her appearance. Her short, gold dress, and her flawless makeup. Her glasses were gone, and her hair was so different.

"Gabs?" He said silently to himself. With Tyler Johnson?

He balled his fists in jealousy when he saw her give him a quick peck on the cheek before blushing. Troy couldn't control himself and began to make his way towards them.

"Troy!"

Troy groaned and turned his head to see Veronica in her barely-there violet dress and hooker heels. She began to rub herself on him.

"Baby, let's dance," she whispered before grinding herself onto him

Troy whipped his head back nervously to look at Gabriella again and caught her eyes. He tried to push Veronica off and tell Gabriella that it wasn't what it looked like, but Gabriella shook her head angrily and dropped their gaze before walking away.

"Gabs!" he shouted, trying to loosen himself from Veronica's grip. "Gabriella!"

"Shh, baby. Stay with me," he heard a drunken Veronica moan.

Troy's face warped into disgust before lightly pushing Veronica off and running off to follow Gabriella.

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Gabriella wasn't sure what was going on. One minute, she had been in the limo with Tyler and her friends, giggling ecstatically, and the next, almost crying from seeing Troy and his date literally gyrating on the dance floor.

She scoffed and wiped her eyes, silently thanking Sharpay for the magic of waterproof eye makeup. Gabriella sighed and swung her legs back and forth on the bench in the secret rooftop garden before hearing a faint noise.

"Gabs? Gabriella? Are you up here?"

Gabriella's eyes widened and she quickly looked around, trying to find a place to hide, spotting a large plant a few feet away.

As she scurried away, she forgot about the fact that she was in heels and a tight dress, and tumbled down onto the plant, dirt spilling all over her.

As Troy came up the stairs, she managed to dejectedly crawl behind a large potted plant.

"Gabs? I heard you up here. Are you ok? Did you fall?"

Troy looked around the rooftop garden. He could've sworn he heard Gabriella's faint squeal. He was about to head down the steps again when he spotted a large mess of dirt in the corner, and a shimmer of gold behind a large, green, pot.

"Gabs? I see you," he stated, looking directly at the pot. He saw the glimmer of gold shift a little. "Come on, Gabriella!"

Gabriella groaned. She really didn't want to go out there and talk to Troy, especially covered in dirt and particles of whatever the hell she and Troy had been dumping into the plant pots for the past month, but her legs were cramping up, and one of her heels were digging painfully into her calf.

Sighing, she began to crawl out.

If they weren't in such a serious situation, Troy would've burst out laughing, seeing his best friend crawl out from behind the pot, covered from head to toe in dirt and disgusting green particles of lettuce from the salads Gabriella always forced Troy to "eat".

She stood up slowly and dusted off the dirt on her, trying her best to at least look, presentable.

"Gabs?"

"What, Troy?" Gabriella snapped. "Finished fucking your little toy?"

Troy stepped back a little at the harshness of her words. "Gabs…"

"No, don't Gabs, me. You're an insensitive jerk! You know that?" she said, slowly stalking towards him with an accusatory finger jabbing towards him. "All I wanted was to go to Prom with my best friend. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently, since he ditched me to go screw around with some slut," she said, jabbing her finger into his chest.

"Gabs-"

"No, shut up! Tonight was supposed to be perfect! I had it all planned. A gorgeous dinner, a gorgeous date, in a gorgeous place, and maybe, a gorgeous first kiss, but no! Look at me! Look at me! I look like Joe the Hobo from Value-Mart!"

"First kis-"

"And it's all ruined! Ruined! Thanks to you! You jackass!" she shouted.

"Gabs!" He said, annoyed that she kept interrupting him. "What about you, huh? Coming here with Tyler Johnson! Tyler Johnson! Then kissing him on the cheek? What was that all about, huh? Did you expect your first kiss from him?" he shouted, jealous and angry at himself for letting this happen. How could he let her slip from his fingers like that?

Gabriella looked at Troy incredulously. He had the nerve to criticize her?

"Troy, what the hell is your problem! I don't like Tyler! I don't want my first kiss with him! God, I only want one person and he's been ignoring me for the past few weeks!"

Troy was about to retort something before finally comprehending what she said. Wait. What?

He grabbed her hands tightly. "What do you mean?" He asked softer.

Gabriella tried to pull her hands away, but only succeeded in having them gripped tighter by Troy. "God, Troy. You're so stupid. You would've known if you had been around instead of screwing those cheerleaders!" She spit out.

Troy groaned. "Gabs, I was only hanging around them because I felt too awkward around you! I mean, not awkward in a bad way, but like, the 'every time I see you I wanna kiss you' kind of awkward!" he shouted.

Gabriella just stood there with her with her mouth slightly hanging open.

"…what?" she whispered. Suddenly it all made sense. He hadn't been ignoring her because he hated her. Because he wished they weren't friends. He had done this so it wouldn't have been awkward if he had accidently blurted out he liked her, and ruined their friendship. Suddenly, it felt as if the sun had popped out of the cloudiest day on earth, and she felt like giggling.

"Gabs. I…I , uhm. Just, answer me this. Do you like Tyler?" Troy asked nervously.

Gabriella grinned. "Troy, I don't like Tyler…" she began. "the way I'm madly in love with you,"

Troy's eyes widened. "I…is that true?"

Gabriella shyly nibbled her lip and nodded. "Since forever, except you were too stupid to notice anything, and-"

And suddenly she felt something soft and gentle on her lips and she closed her eyes and leaned into Troy, her stomach flipping from the effects of her first kiss.

As soon as it had happened, she felt a brush of cold air when Troy pulled back.

"Mmm," Gabriella hummed with her eyes still closed.

Troy smiled down at her before leaning down and kissing her again, this time, lasting relatively longer than before, and with more effort from Gabriella's side.

His arms slid up and pulled her body against his while he felt Gabriella running her fingers through his hair.

Slowly, Gabriella pulled black and absentmindedly licked her lips, making Troy inwardly groan.

"How was that for a first and second kiss?" Troy asked before leaning his forehead against hers. He took a deep breath and let himself melt into her strawberry vanilla scent, something he had missed for the past few weeks while rubbing tiny circles on her back.

Gabriella shyly grinned and felt her cheeks heat up. "It was good," she replied.

Troy chuckled quietly. "Good? I'm pretty sure it was way better than just good," he said, stroking her hair before pulling them both down onto the bench where Gabriella snuggled into his chest.

He felt Gabriella swat him. "Maybe, I'm not too sure. How about we try again?"

Troy smiled. "I suppose," he said before leaning down to kiss her again.

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Troy walked back into the gym with his hand laced with Gabriella's. He could hear the whispers around them.

"Are they going out?"

"Why's she holding his hand?"

"Did he just kiss her?"

"What…what is she covered in?"

"Is that dirt?"

"Holy mother-"

"Sharpay!" Gabriella said, as they walked towards the gang, scolding her friend before she could effectively let loose her potty mouth.

Sharpay rolled her eyes before looking at the two again. "What the hell happened? Did you start taking fashion tips from that hobo around Value Mart?"

"Joe,"

"What?" Sharpay asked.

"His name's Joe," Gabriella replied before grinning. "And, nothing happened, Sharpay,"

Tyler cocked an eyebrow. "Hey, Troy. Pink's not a good shade on you," he said before throwing him a napkin and pointing to his lips. "Might wanna wipe the lipstick off,"

Both Troy and Gabriella blushed before Sharpay and Taylor squealed loudly…and obnoxiously.

Before Sharpay and Taylor could drag Gabriella away for "much needed" gossiping, a furious Veronica stomped towards them.

"What. The. Hell. Troy?" she said angrily. "Why are you with this, dweeb? I'm your date,"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Veronica. Sorry, but I think I'm going to stick with Gabs, here for the rest of the night,"

Veronica stomped her foot down. "Well, fine Troy. I always knew you secretly loved her, the nerd,"

Her jaw dropped when Troy said the words, "Yeah. I …I actually do, Veronica, and I'd rather if you didn't call her a nerd. But, just for reference, I'd also prefer if you left me and her alone for…say ever?" He looked at a shocked Veronica before saying, "So uhm, Sharpay what do you always say?"

Sharpay snarled nastily at Veronica and spit out, "Fucking toodles," before Veronica angrily walked away.

Gabriella giggled and grinned up at Troy. "You love me?"

Troy blushed and nodded.

"Well, I happen to love you as well,"

"Really?" Troy asked, a hint of humor in his voice. By then, Sharpay and the rest of the gang had lost interest in the couple and gone to the dance floor.

"Really," Gabriella said before letting Troy wrap her in his arms and locking lips.

Senior prom. It had been the night she had been dreaming of ever since she was six, but nothing had turned out the way she imagined. She hadn't expected to be ditched a day before the dance. She hadn't expected to end up with a completely different date then she started with, she didn't expect to be covered from head to toe in dirt, and she definitely didn't expect her lips to where they were now. On Troy Bolton's lips. But all in all, she had to say this was the best prom ever, and was pretty sure nothing could ruin it.

Troy pulled back hastily and looked down at a somewhat curious Gabriella.

"Troy, did…did I do something wrong?"

Troy smiled awkwardly. "Uhm, it's not that I don't like kissing you, Gabs….but I think I just swallowed some dirt,"

Fuck.

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