Hey hey people! :D How was everyone's Thanksgiving? Mine was lovely, I went to San Fransisco. (DUDE, I got to ride in a cable car :D)

I saw Camp Rock for my first time on Friday (yeah, I know; I'm late). I have no idea why it took me so long to watch it. Gah, I'm lame. Anyway, it was a pretty good movie, but I still prefer High School Musical (: I'm not a huge Jonas fan or anything; I'm pretty sure fans appreciated the movie more. But, I do, love Demi Lovato :D If you don't have her CD yet, you should go buy it...right now! Well, no, read this chapter first then go buy it :P

Oh & I apologize, if this chapter is lame. I have a feeling it is.

Disclaimer: Eh, I can't think of anything clever to write.

"Arrrgh! I hate that darn Sharpay! She ruins everything!," Gabriella yelled at no one in particular. She was pacing in her room. She had stalked home angrily, after her fight with Sharpay. When she got home, she was still stomping around, upset, which caused her mother to give her some weird looks.

"I hate her! Hate her, hate her.. How dare she call me a hoe? And in front of Troy? Ugghh."

Just then, she heard her cell phone ring.

'Our song is the slamming screen door. Sneaking out late, tapping on your window.'

She started to look for her phone. Somehow, she was always loosing that thing. Was it under her bed?

'When we're on the phone and you talk real slow, 'cause it's late and your mama don't know.'

She spotted her phone under the bed and reached for it. How did it always end up there?

'Our song is the way you laugh. The first date "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"'

"Gosh, Taylor, I get it! You can stop singing now!," Gabriella cursed her cell phone and its ringtone. Usually, she would be singing along with the song, but right now, she was panicked over the whole thing with Sharpay.

She grabbed her phone and flipped it open, without checking caller id. "Hello?"

"Hey Brie," answered a voice, she knew very well.

"Hi Troy!," she said, smiling for the first time, in about an hour.

"Hey.. Uh, what happened with you and Shar earlier?," Troy wanted to know.

Gabriella didn't respond. Her smile had just been wiped clean of her face. He called me, to ask about her?

"Because, I mean, I really don't mind driving her to work…," he continued.

Gabriella shook her head, even though Troy couldn't see. He really thought that that was what we were arguing about? God, boys are so simple-minded! Even immensely adorable ones, like Troy…

"…so it really doesn't make sense that you two were fighting about that.," Troy finished.

"That's not what we were arguing about, Troy."

"Oh? So, what was up then?"

She shook her head again. We were fighting over you, dorkus! How can you be so oblivious?! It's like, you don't pay any attention at all! Don't you realize I freaking love you? That every time I see with you with Sharpay, it breaks my heart? No, obviously not.. "Nothing. It was no big deal, Troy."

"Whatever you say," Troy replied, not believing the answer she gave. It was the same thing Sharpay said, when he just asked her, before calling Gabriella. It certainly didn't seem like 'no big deal', but he knew better that to keep badgering. They weren't going to tell him.

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"Ugh, Ryan. She's terrible. She'strying to steal my Trojan." Sharpay was venting to her brother, Ryan, about her encounter with Gabriella that took place earlier today.

"Well, technically, he's not your Trojan," Ryan pointed out. "His name's not even Trojan.."

Sharpay glared at him, giving him a you're-not-helping look. "Ryan. Don't you know how this works? When I vent to you, you're supposed to agree with everything I say. Ergo, when I say Gabriella is terrible, you're supposed to say something degrading towards her."

"Right. Okay," he nodded. "So…Gabriella. She's… horrible?" He said, attempting to say 'something degrading' about Gabriella.

Sharpay nodded. "Yes, she is. And she's stealing my Trojan," she sniffled, fore she had been crying.

"Shar, don't you think you're being just a bit dramatic? I mean, how can she steal Troy?"

"I don't know how, Ry. That's the point. I can't figure it out. She's like a gypsy!"

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "A gypsy?"

"Yes! She purposely started that fight today, to make me look bad in front of Troy. She's tricking Troy into liking her, so she can run off with him!" Sharpay was going hysterical. "That's what gypsies do."

"How do you know so much about gypsies?," Ryan questioned, completely ignoring the point of his sister's rant.

"Not the point, Ryan. The point is, she's trying to steal him! She's a freaking gypsy!"

"Right…" Sharpay has lost it.

Sharpay was now sitting on her bed, muttering to herself. Something about a 'stupid gypsy hoe'… Ryan didn't quite catch it.

Wasn't that terrible? No fluff, just blah. I'll make the next chap better; more of that gushy friendship fluff :D