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Authors note: The first section of this is from my oneshot that is now turned into a story 'Waste of Time' in the 'Meant to Be' oneshot collection. I have big plans for this story (gasp). If you already read it, then the line in the middlish seperates the new stuff from the old stuff. :) Have fun.


Troy sighed as he grabbed a basketball and started shooting hoops with Chad. "Dude, what's up with you. You're game is... horrible." Chad commented as Troy missed a three pointer. All Troy could do was shrug, grabbing the ball and attempting to shoot another. Once again, it was way off. Thank God basketball season was over. Troy rested his hands on his head to catch his breath.

"I dunno man." Troy said as he paced in circles, trying to regain energy.

"Well, I do. It's Gabriella." Chad shot in a three pointer, got the rebound, and then shot a two pointer.

Troy sighed and at that momment, Gabriella unknowingly entered the gym. Her and Troy were supposed to be reahersing for the musical.

"What's wrong with you and Gabriella?" Chad questioned as he shot another basket.

"I don't even know why I'm wasting my time. It's not like she actually-" Troy sighed as he grabbed the ball and threw it angrily at the bleechers.

Before he had a chance to Gabriella began to cry rather loudly. She slammed the doors and ran off. Troy gasped.

Chad gave him a questioning look

"Likes me." Troy finnished and thought for a second, "Damn it. I was supposed to rehearse with her." Troy dropped the ball and ran off.

"Gabriella!" No answer. He followed her into the girls bathroom, (it's afterschool folks, noone would be in there). "Gabi. Just listen to me." He said as he grabbed her shoulders, "You didn't let me finnish."

"Troy, it's okay. You don't have to waste your time on me anymore." She struggled and succeeded to get out of Troy's grip. She ran out of the bathroom, and began to walk home.

Troy grabbed his cellphone. He grawled as he punched in Taylors number. "I'm such an idiot." She finally picked up. "Taylor, thank god."

"...Nice to talk to you too, Troy." Taylor laughed nervously.

"I have a problem. Chad was asking me how things were with me and Gabriella, because everyone in the world knows I like her. And I said I don't know why I'm wasting my time, because she'll never like me as more than a friend... She was there and only heard the first part and stormed off, and she wouldn't talk to me." Troy said frantically, slurring his words together, as if it was a race who can explain their life long problems the fastest.

"Okay. Just go talk to her... and this time Troy. Make her listen. I've got to go, sorry. Good luck Troy." With that she hung up the phone.

Troy grabbed his coat and walked outside. It was raining. "Great, what a wonderful day I'm having." He put on his hood and started to run. He reached her house. He didn't even bother knocking on the front door. He climbed up the balcony. The curtain was opened. Gabi was laying there on her bed with her face down in the pillow. He knocked. She looked up, tears still streaming down her face, and stuffed her face in her pillow, leaving Troy out in the pouring rain. Troy started to cry. He ran his hands through his hair and over his face. The door was unlocked, bingo.

"Troy, just get out, please." Gabi cried.

"No, not until you listen. Gabi, you didn't hear the whole sentence." Troy cried. "Chad asked how things were, and I said I don't know why I bother wasting my time, because you'll never actually like me more than a friend."

Gabriella laughed over her cries, "Well Troy, that shows how much you really know about me." She got up and went to walk out. Troy grabbed her and hugged her. Tears were pouring out of each sets of eyes.

Gabi cried into his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. He pulled her head up with his hands and cupped it. He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a short peck. Oh no, it was one of those 'made for tv' kisses that you always swear that if it was you your knees would go weak and you could just die. That's what Gabi did. Troy held her up and then broke away.

"I want to waste my time with you."

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Gabriella smiled, it was a weak smile, but it was a smile none the less. He ran his fingers through her long curly hair. "I'm so sorry Troy." Gabriella said, still half embarassed for making it a big deal.

"For the last time, it's no problem. Plus, if this didn't happen, I highly doubt I would be standing in your bedroom confessing my love to you right now." Troy half laughed. Gabriella laughed under her breath. "Well, I should probably get going." Troy said as he let go of her, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"No, please don't. At least right now." She pouted. Troy nodded and took off his damp coat and hoodie. He was there in a wifebeater, a complete wreck (i know, highly impossible for thee zac efron to look like a total wreck), yet he never felt better. Gabriella turned up the TV and sat down on the bed. Troy accompanied her. He wrapped his arm around her, and she cuddled up close to him. 'Perfect fit' Troy and Gabriella both thought to themselves. They smiled. It started to rain hard. Gabriella jumped a little when she heard the thunder, and practically screamed when the phone rang. Troy looked over at his cellphone. "Hello?" It was his mom. "I don't know. Let me ask and I'll get back to you." Gabi gave him a confused look. "She wants me to stay here. But I'll just walk home. It can't be too bad outside." Troy said.

"Oh no you won't go out there Mr. Bolton." Gabriella jumped up. Troy just laughed. She dragged him by the arm down the stairs. Mrs. Montez looked up from her book down the stairs, must run in the family, and smiled. "Hi Troy." Troy had a 'yikes' look on his face, "Uh, hi Mrs. Montez." "You know sweetie, you can just use the door." She said as she pointed to the front door. Troy turned red. "Anyways. You are not going home in this weather." Gabriella argued. Mrs. Montez nodded her head, "Noone is going to leave this house with weather like that. You can stay in the guest room." She said as she turned around to look at Gabriella and Troy. "Are you sure? I don't want to seem like a bother." "That's never stopped you before." Troy's face went from happy to a 'fake' sad. "I'm just kidding. Gosh." Gabriella said as she nudged his arm. "Gabi, do you want to show him the guest room?" Gabi nodded and lead Troy upstairs.

The room was across from Gabi's. He smiled at the thought of being across from her. He thanked her. They both sat down on the bed. "So..." "...So." Troy mummbled, unsure of what to do next. "What did you do today?" Gabi asked. Troy just laughed. "What? I hate akward silences. And you weren't going to say anything." "I wasn't going to say anything, but I was going to do this." He kissed her gently on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. This time it was deep. They kissed for a few minutes and was interupted by Mrs. Montez. "I'm going to go to bed. What time do you want up?" Gabi grawled, "Ten mom." "Okay, goodnight." "Goodnight." They both replied in unison. "Well... I think I'm gonna go in my room." Troy nodded. They both got up. "Where do you think you are going?" Gabriella asked. "Get my backpack?... And walk you to your room." Gabi laughed. Troy picked up his bookbag and kissed her on the lips. "Goodnight." Troy said as he exited the room. "Goodnight." Gabriella whispered.

Troy grabbed some practice clothes from his bookbag and threw them on. He took off the half damp wifebeater and blue jeans and threw them in his bag. He put on a pair of basketball shorts and a wildcats teeshirt. He crawled into bed. He sat there for an hour. He thought about everything. The musical, college, and more importantly, Gabriella. As his final thoughts before he went to sleep crept up, his door knocked. "Troy?" Someone whispered. He walked up to the door and opened it. He seen Gabriella with a pillow. Troy laughed under his breath and let her in. It was still storming outside. He crawled into bed, and along the side of him, Gabriella layed. She scooted close to him, "Sorry. I just HATE thunderstorms." She whispered. "It's fine." Troy whispered back. He wrapped his arms around her. She had never felt so safe, so protected. She smiled during her sleep that night. The last time she smiled in her sleep since the days before her father died.