Summary: Troy and Gabriella have been friends forever. They know everything about each other. Well, except for the fact that Gabriella's a superstar. Gabriella realizes that she loves Troy as more than a friend. Only thing getting in her way? Troy's girlfriend.. oh yeah, plus being a major star isn't really helping.

You Belong With Me

Chapter 1: The Other Side of Me

Gabriella and Troy. Troy and Gabriella. That's how it's always been. They met in kindergarden and have been inseparable ever since. Troy tells Gabriella everything. Gabriella on the other hand, has kept a secret or two from Troy before. Troy has no idea that his best friend is a major superstar.

"You're the bestestestest," –hiccup-," friend ever, Gabs." Troy mumbles as she escorts him to her car.

She rolls her eyes as she helps him into her car.

"Yeah, yeah. So you've said. Several times over the past minute and a half." Gabriella mutters.

They finally reach her black Jetta and she helps him into the front seat.

"We're gonna parttttayyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Troy yells, obviously drunk out of his mind.

Gabriella can't help but laugh at her best friend. Sure, people thought they'd go out, but it isn't like that. She sighs as she starts the engine. No matter how much she wants it.

-- Gabriella POV--

"Thanks for Friday night, Gab. I really didn't mean to get that wasted."

I give him a look and then he rolls his eyes.

"No big deal, Troy. I know you would have done the same for me if the situation was reversed." I say with a small smile.

Silence.

I gasp, "You would, wouldn't you Troy? I mean come on!"

Troy tries to keep a straight face as he pulls out of East High parking lot. He fails. Miserably. I glare at him.

"Well, admit it Brie, you never drink at parties. So really, the situation wouldn't be reversed." Troy says cockily.

"Jerk." I state and look out the window; my mind takes me back to today at school.

"Hey Brie."

I mean, what the hell's wrong with her? I haven't done anything to that girl. Grr. She pisses me off. I don't respond as I continue to look out the window. Troy puts a hand on my shoulder. I jump and place a hand on my heart.

"Geez Troy. Jerk." I say with a laugh.

Troy shrugs and replies, "Anything happen today? I mean, you seem out of it."

I look at him and blurt out, "Nope. Nada. Did you know that during the 1600's, boys and girls wore dresses until they were seven years old? I mean-"

Troy gives me a look, to let me know that he knows I blurt out random facts when I get nervous. I sigh and run a hand through my long black hair, another obvious way to tell that I'm upset about something.

"It wasn't a big deal, Troy." I sigh.

"It's obviously a big deal if you're upset about it." Troy says softly.

I keep my mouth shut as he continues to drive.

"Can we just leave it?"

Troy groans and I turn to him and snap, "Why don't you get off my case?"

"Maybe because something's wrong and you won't tell me. I mean, you always tell me everything, Brie." Troy snaps back.

"I have a life other than you, Troy." I say, instantly regretting it the moment I see the hurt on his face.

There's a long and awkward silence for the rest of the ride. When he stops in front of my house, he presses on the brake a little too hard and almost sends me flying out the window. I glare at him as I quickly unbuckle myself from his car.

I get my books and open the door; I slam it shut as I angrily glare at him. He glares right back. I don't say anything to him as I march up my driveway and onto my porch. I take one last look at him before entering my home.

--

"Who does he think he is?" I growl into the phone perched on my shoulder.

"He's your best friend, Gab. He's worried."

I roll my eyes as Taylor's voice stops.

"Whatever." I quickly look at the time on the clock, "Oops. Gotta go, Tay."

"Are you watching the discovery channel again? I need to get you out more often." Taylor says in all seriousness.

"No, Tay," I laugh," I've got some homework I need to do."

I hate lying to my friends, especially Troy and Taylor. We've been friends practically since dippers.

"Alright, girl. I'll see you tomorrow." Taylor says happily.

"Bye!" I cheerfully say.

I look into the mirror, smiling at my image. I adjust my wig. Damn, you would think they'd be able to make less itchy wigs by now.

"Jordan, you're on in ten."

I nod and quickly put on lip-gloss. I run out of my dressing room and backstage. I hug my mom for good luck. I can't keep my mind off of Troy.

"Now, Miss Jordan Adams!"

I smile as I step onto the stage. I still can't help thinking of Troy. I get angry, because it doesn't matter what happened at school today. I mean, afterall, she is Troy's girlfriend so therefore I can't do anything about it. Today, in lunch, Sharpay Evans, Troy's bratty spoiled girlfriend, tripped me while I was carrying my lunch. My lunch flew up and went all over me. Everyone saw and started laughing. It was horrible. I start singing and I realize Sharpay can't take this away from me, no matter how much she wants to.

AN: well??? Good? Bad?