Gabriella eagerly ran toward her locker to fetch her belongings so she could get into her baby Dream, and drive home to plan the rest of the night. A hand lightly caressed her skin on her arm, forcing her to turn around and stop dead in her tracks.

"Alex?" Gabriella whispered, watching as he walked closer to her, a grin on his face.

"Ready for my amazing gift?" Gabriella giggled, but immediately shook her head.

"I have to get home-"

"To plan your party, I know. It'll only take a few minutes, okay?" Gabriella hated the fact that he always seemed to finish her sentences for her, it was like some sort of telepathy.

"Well, let's get moving, shall we?" She said in a high pitched voice, giggling once again. He held out his hand and she gladly accepted, linking her arm with his.

"Where are we going?" She asked, looking up at her brother. He just put a finger to his lips and shook his head.

"Shh."

Gabriella raised her eyebrow, but continued following him toward what seemed to be…the gym. Gabriella groaned aloud, quickly cursing herself for not being able to keep her opinions to herself. Alex looked down at her, his grin gone.

"Go." He nodded his head to the gym, keeping his feet planted to the ground.

Gabriella huffed, but of course she walked in, taking a deep breath in the process. She looked around the empty gym and back to her brother, who was… gone?

"Alex?" She shouted in a whisper, stomping her foot when there was complete silence.

"Happy Birthday!" Gabriella quickly turned back around, smiling like an idiot at what was in front of her. The basketball players were aligned all holding large posters with one letter, spelling out 'happy birthday'

Alex came from behind them, his hands tangled around a single envelope.

"Happy birthday baby sister." As he got closer, Gabriella grew more excited. He placed the envelope gently in her hand and smiled brightly.

Gabriella silently tore open the paper, gasping when she pulled out two tickets.

"You didn't…" Her eyes widened and she was sure she was on the verge of tears.

"Two tickets for the Bahamas? I did." She giggled through a sob and stared up at him. "You can even take that annoying friend of yours."

"How…" She questioned, walking closer to him. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"I heard you talking to Sharpay about it. Since you can't afford it, I decided to step in-"Without letting him finish, she rushed up to her brother, pulling him into a tight hug. She cried against his chest, the smile still on her lips.

"You really are the best brother anyone could ever ask for."

"Hey, it was no big deal. Just bring me back something, will you?" He teased, nudging her on her head. She nodded, pulling away from his grasp. Cheers were heard from behind them and Gabriella suddenly remembered they weren't alone in the gym. She quickly wiped her eyes and walked past her brother.

"Thanks guys." She smiled, searching through the boys for one in particular. He had his body turned; only showing his profile. He looked to into the conversation, so concentrated. Gabriella smiled dreamily at him before her body automatically froze and her eyes shut.

Troy stood in front of her, just as a bullet went straight through his head-

Gabriella's eyes slowly opened, revealing many wide eyes. Her brother was hovering over her, his eyes the widest. When did she end up on the floor?

"Jesus Gabi." He breathed, helping her up. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, feeling her cheeks become hot. If Sharpay explained it correctly, Gabriella could die of embarrassment right then and there.

"I'm f-fine." She patted down her body, flicking off specks of dirt. She glanced over at Troy, who actually seemed to look worried. He was closer to her now, they all were.

"I think we need to get you to a hospital…"

"Why?" She quickly retorted, too quick for her liking.

"You looked like you had a seizure, Gabs…You've never done that before." He stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers the entire time.

"I'm fine, okay? Can we go now?" She didn't bother to wait for his answer, she just walked out of the gym, clutching onto the tickets.

She heard footsteps behind her, but she chose to ignore it. She couldn't tell him what was going on, she couldn't tell herself either.

"Gabs! Slow down!" Gabriella gulped. It only wanted to make her walk faster.

"Will you quit following me? I just want to go home, get ready for my party, and get this day over with." She yelled, praying he would get the point. Maybe tomorrow these sudden black-outs would stop, and she wouldn't need to explain herself.

"But your home is my home." He breathed heavily, following her out to the parking lot. Gabriella rolled her eyes and smiled happily when she reached her car.

"Hello Dream." She whispered, reaching to her side to grab her keys, but only coming into contact with the air. "Dammit." She muttered to herself, getting ready to turn around.

"I'll get it, wait here." Her brother exclaimed, running back inside the school. Gabriella leaned casually against her car, her eyes wandering over the sky.

"Gabriella?" Gabriella quickly looked down to meet the most gorgeous eyes on this planet. Without having to look any further, she instantly knew who they belonged too.

"W-What are you doing here?"

He grinned as he sauntered over to her, his bangs blowing in the wind. Gabriella sighed, feeling herself stare. "I have basketball practice. But…Something tells me you already knew that."

Gabriella giggled, but quickly stopped herself. Where the hell did that come from? "Thank you…by the way. For going along with my brother's surprise."

He smiled, brushing off imaginary dust on his shoulder. "Yeah, he kind of forced us into it." Troy chuckled, stopping in front of Gabriella. "You alright though?"

Gabriella slowly nodded. He was cute when he was concerned, it didn't matter whether it was from the heart or not, Gabriella liked it. "It doesn't normally happen…I don't know why it did."

"Maybe you've got the birthday jitters?" He joked, laughing along with her. She was pretty sure you didn't have a spaz attack because you were nervous on your birthday.

"Possibly." She agreed, smiling. He nodded, slightly turning his body.

"Well I gotta get back inside." He murmured, honestly not looking to happy about it. "I'll see you at your party?"

Gabriella had to fight the urge to jump up and down right there. Did he really just say he was going to HER birthday party? As a matter of fact, was he really even talking to her?

"Yeah." She said, trying her best to sound laid back. He chuckled and gave her one last nod before walking back inside. "Oh my god." Gabriella mumbled to herself, using her hands as imaginary fans for her face.

"Gosh, Gabriella, you look smoking." Gabriella turned around to face her best friend, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything back. Nor did she want to. "Are you okay?"

Gabriella gently shook her head, sighing helplessly to herself. Her stomach was turning, her mind was whirling. She was nervous, very nervous. Partially due to the fact her ex-boyfriend was coming over, but mostly because her innocent crush was coming too.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I look like a clown." Gabriella confessed, glancing at herself in her enlarged mirror. Sharpay simply rolled her eyes and held out her hand.

"You look like a million bucks, Gabs. Now come on, you have a party to attend too. No parents invited." She smiled, grabbing Sharpays hand. Where was the manual to get a stick out of your ass?

"Are you sure I look okay?" Gabriella asked in a whisper as they both walked down the stairs, people already crowding her house.

"If I was a boy, I'd do you right here." Sharpay joked, happy to hear her best friend finally laugh.

"God dammit, Gabi!" A deep masculine voice shouted, the voice coming closer. Alex ran up to her, a large vase in his hand.

"What's that?"

"Moms most treasured item, which I can conclude, is broken."

Gabriella gasped, jogging up to him to grab the vase. "What are we going to do?" She asked in shock, tracing the jagged outline.

He sighed, but brought himself to pull it away from her. "You will have fun at your party while I try to fix it." Gabriella nodded appreciatively and her brother walked away from her toward the stairs.

The vase was probably more important to her mother than she actually was. It was kept clean at all times, always being polished and admired. Unlike Gabriella.

"He'll fix it, Gabs." He would, he always fixed everything Gabriella seemed to cause.

"Can you get me a drink, Shar? I have to go make sure people are behaving." Gabriella dramatically gagged as Sharpay giggled and went off into the kitchen.

"Please don't touch that." Gabriella demanded in her most polite voice, watching as two boys touched an antique clock her mother brought back from a business trip. They shrugged their shoulders and slumped away, their bodies swaying. Why were they drunk? Gabriella never offered any alcohol.

"Shit." Gabriella muttered under her breath, avoiding contact with everyone as she made her way to the backyard.

Gabriella pushed past people, wondering when she actually invited these people. She was positive she invited only her friends. But when word gets out that there's a party, people seem to show up as the night progresses. Ugh, scummy people. Wherever beer is, there are always followers. Gabriella rolled her eyes at the thought and finally got to the door, when someone blocked her exit.

"Hey, I was looking for you everywhere."

Gabriella started sweating, and yes, you could say she was even more nervous now. "You came." She smiled, happy that her ability to overcome her fear finally took place. She hated acting like a shy little girl that got weak at the knees every time she saw a gorgeous boy, even if that was exactly what happened.

"I came." He repeated, smiling at her. He was dressed in a black top, baggy jeans, and a worn out pair of converse that caused Gabriella to grin. He really didn't seem to try much to look that handsome.

"Thank you, it means a lot."

"You don't look so happy." He pointed out, smirking at her. God, what was she saying?

"I guess when things don't turn out the way you want them too, you don't become so happy." She sighed, answering in complete honesty.

"Ah cheer up, it's your birthday." He was starting to sound a lot like Sharpay.

"That makes it all the more worse." She pouted as he stepped forward, his hands folded in his pockets once again. He walked to the side of her, his body closing in on hers. Gabriella could feel his breath tickle her skin ever so gently, it made her close her eyes in delight.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you look beautiful tonight." He whispered softly near her ear, pulling back when he heard her response. A single gasp, proving Troy's charming ways made her give in. He truly did think she looked beautiful, her long waves extending to her shoulders, her little black dress hugging all her curves in just the right places. She was so small, so petite, yet with the right outfits, she made sexy seem like an impossible word to use. She was more than that, more attractive than any other girl he's ever laid eyes on, yet every time her was near her, he grew nervous. A problem that Gabriella encountered as well, only he didn't notice, and neither did she.

Troy was long gone by the time Gabriella straightened herself out. She took five deep breaths, pinched herself twice, and bit her lip till she could taste the blood seep through her lips.

What was she doing standing by the door anyway?

She quickly remembered, carefully opening the door and making her way outside, where people were already huddled in the pool. Since when was this a pool party?

Just as she was about to order everyone out of the pool, her mind blanked, and her eyes shut tightly.

"Jesse, stop! I don't want to go in!" A thin girl, almost the height of Gabriella, shouted from the edge of the pool, pushing against a boy in front of her. He chuckled as he shook his head at the girl, ignoring her demands. With one swift movement, he pushed her forward into the pool, creating a loud splash as the water droplets landed everywhere, including on Gabriella.

Gabriella opened her eyes quickly, nervously glancing around the backyard at the people. No one seemed to pay attention, no one seemed to notice. If it was like everyone said, surely someone should notice?

Gabriella pushed the thought aside and got ready to walk back inside when a loud screech filled her ears.

"Jesse, stop! I don't want to go in!"

Gabriella gasped. There was no way that was real; no way she actually heard that. She must be hallucinating. Maybe she had something bad to eat, or better yet, maybe she drank alcohol. But she would remember actually taking a sip of a drink, something she knew she didn't.

She reluctantly turned around, taking in the scene in front of her. Just like she pictured before, the blonde was at the edge of the pool, begging the boy to stop.

Before Gabriella could do anything to stop it, she fell back in, and water splashed everywhere. Most actually got on Gabriella…just like the 'dream'.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know-"

Gabriella threw her hand up, stopping the boy from finishing his sentence. She ran past him quickly, surprised that she wasn't bawling her eyes out.

"Gabi?" Sharpay asked, following her best friend with two drinks in her hand. Gabriella just kept running, trying her best to lose Sharpay in the crowd. Which after a while, she did.

"Wow." Gabriella looked up at the person she bumped into, groaning in frustration. She had no time for this. Right now, she needed to take something to ease her headache, and dry clothes.

"Go away, Brian." She growled, pushing past him. He shook his head, pushing his finger against her shoulder.

"I was invited, remember?" He smirked, walking closer to her body.

"And now you're dis-invited." She challenged, swatting his finger off her shoulder. "Leave."

"Whoa…Ella, what's wrong with your eyes?" He stepped closer, but Gabriella hissed.

"Don't call me Ella." She pushed past him, running up her stairs to her bedroom. She quickly locked the door behind her and rested her forehead against it.

"Uh…" Gabriella turned around to see Troy calmly standing in front of her, a cell phone planted to his ear. Gabriella blinked a few times, wondering if she was actually imagining this. Troy Bolton, in her bedroom. There was no way.

"I'm sorry." She mouthed, but he just nodded.

"Yeah, I gotta go. Bye." He pressed the end button before placing the phone back in his pocket. "I'm sorry…I just needed to get away from all the noise for a little. I had a call."

Gabriella grinned, stepping away from the door. For some reason, she felt comfortable with him around. Even if he was in her humiliating bedroom.

"You can stay here as long as you like. In fact, I'm actually not leaving. So if you want to hang with me, I wouldn't mind." She gasped after she said that. When did she have the ability to say the impossible?

"You're locking yourself in your room?" He asked, his eyebrow lifting. Gabriella giggled and nodded her head.

"It's a madhouse down there. I think I'll stay up here until everyone leaves."

"Well, how will they know when to leave then?" He asked, smiling. That was easy, Alex. Wherever he was.

"I'm sure they'll know when to leave."

"You're wet." He blurted out, his eyes widening after he finished. Gabriella started laughing, putting her hand up in defense. "I didn't mean it like that…I mean, how would I even know that? It's not like I can see it." He cursed himself silently after that and closed his eyes, realizing how perverted that sounded. Great, so she thought he was some creep.

"Troy…I get it." She giggled. Surprisingly, she was dominating the conversation. Whatever happened to the shy Gabriella, she did not know.

"Sorry." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck gently.

"But yeah, some idiots decided to go in my pool. Which as you can see…Resulted in this." She motioned toward her outfit, drenched with water, and her hair which was equally soaked.

"Do you want to change? I can just go-"

Gabriella quickly shook her head. "No, you can stay. I'll just change in my bathroom." He nodded, somewhat relieved he had a chance to stay. He was rather enjoying her company. Although, he was upset he wouldn't be able to see the outline of her perfect body as her dress stuck to her skin. It was causing his body to throb in agony. He just wished he could be the one removing the dress, not her. Jesus, when did he become so…horny?

"Alright." He mumbled as she nodded and grabbed something from her dresser before making her way inside the bathroom.

Gabriella made sure to lock it, not needing him to open the door on her, which would probably not even happen in her dreams. She looked once in the mirror, confused to see her normal eye color. What the hell was Brian talking about?

Gabriella shook her head, forgetting about the douche downstairs. She replaced her dress with a comfortable tank top and a pair of jeans. She quickly applied a handful of gel to her hair before it frizzed, and it bounced back into its natural waves. Smiling once, she thought she looked pretty good. She didn't understand why, but having Troy Bolton in her room, outside her bathroom, just seemed to boost her confidence.

"Comfortable?" She asked after opening the door and noticing Troy chilling on her bed. His head jerked up in shock, but when he saw her grin, he smirked.

"Care to join?" Gabriella giggled and skipped toward her bed. The fact that Troy was inviting her to her own bed, made Gabriella smile with pleasure.

"I'd love to." She answered in a small voice as she set her butt down on the edge of her bed.

"What are you thinking?" He nudged her, grinning.

"Hmmm, how many times Sharpay will kill me."

"I'm sure she won't kill you."

"Oh, have you met her? She basically planned this night out for me, and here I am, sitting with Troy Bolton in my bedroom."

"You make it sound so deceptive." He joked, watching as her expression changed.

"Isn't it? I mean I just met you, and you already got me in bed."

Troy chuckled nervously, but Gabriella couldn't sense the nerves. "Come on, you didn't just meet me today."

"No? Name a time we actually spoke to each other." Ha, there wasn't one.

"Well…speaking…"

"Exactly." She answered, feeling quite proud of herself.

Troy shifted uncomfortably on the bed, not entirely sure how to respond to that.

"Why did you start talking to me?" Gabriella asked, looking to the side of her at Troy.

What was he supposed to say? How he always wanted to, yet he was too pussy to make a move? Yeah, she would surely be charmed by that.

"I thought I should finally meet the sister of my close friend." He lied through his teeth. Did he sweat when he was nervous?

"Ah, so this is about Alex, hm?" Gabriella giggled, shaking her head.

"Do you see me talking to him?" Troy grinned as Gabriella helplessly giggled again. God, he loved her laugh.

"Guess not." She smiled. Here she was, having an actual conversation with Troy, and she didn't faint yet.

"Wow…" Troy said in a whisper, moving closer to Gabriella. Gabriella quickly backed away as she noticed his expression.

"What?" She asked, wondering why he was staring at her like that.

"Your eyes…" He pointed a finger at her, the color burning through his skin. There was no way she put contacts in without him noticing.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" She sat up suddenly, running toward her mirror. She gasped out loud looking at her eyes, which weren't in their normal shade of brown. They were blue, very, very blue.

Anyone recognize the name of her brother? It's prettty similiar to another story... ;) I just love it! & you may want to type in color mood chart on google, :) It'll help with the story.