Author's Note:Hey, guys. This idea's been on my mind for a while now, and I guess I've finally decided to get up and do something about it-meaning actually write it. I'm working on the next few chapters, and here's the prologue to 'Currents'!

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own anything – except for the plot and a few OCs.

'Fate is kind

She brings to those to love

The sweet fulfillment of

Their secret longing.'


"So…You're really leaving, then?" His voice was quiet, hurt and worried. The question was mumbled, and yet she understood it clearly. He wouldn't look at her-instead his eyes were fixed on some blade of grass at his feet.

"You know I don't want to." Her voice was breathless. She shifted slightly, placing the black tote at her feet before raising a hand to wipe a stray tear trailing down her cheek.

He remained silent, his shaggy, sandy hair blowing slightly in the breeze.

"I don't want to." She repeated, bringing her arms around her chest as if to hug herself-she was shivering regardless of the fact that it was 80 degrees outside. "Please, look at me."

"Stop lying." This time his words sounded forced, and she could sense some sort of hidden anger in them.

"I'm not." Her reply came almost immediately as she tucked a strand of straightened, dark brown hair behind her ear.

"Yes, you are!" His bright blue eyes flashed as he looked up at her, causing her to jump slightly in fear. "Don't fucking lie to me, Gabriella."

It was her turn to duck her head to look at the ground, now. No, it wasn't the fact that he had sworn. They were fifteen, and she had heard him swear many times before. It was the fact that that word, that anger…was all directed towards her.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about."

He stepped forward now, wrapping his strong arms around her in a tight hug. She barely found enough rooms to pull her arms out and wrap them around his waist, breathing in his comforting scent.

They stayed like that for a long time. Neither one moving, neither one daring to speak. Him with his face buried in her hair. Her with her tears soaking his shirt. It was only when a car honked for her did they finally let each other go.

"I am," He began, holding his hand on her cheek. "So proud of you. You wanted to be an actress, and now here you go, moving off to California."

"Troy-" She tried, but he smiled, placing a finger over her lips to silence her.

"Maybe you'll even become a singer someday." His tone was light and sounded joking, regardless of the fact that she actually did want to become a singer. They both smiled warmly at the thought. "You've always been by best friend, Gabriella Montez. I know that you can do anything you put your mind to. Go out there and get Albuquerque on the map in the famous world. Take everything you've been through with you. Don't forget anything; your past experiences make you stronger. Be a star, Gabriella, and don't forget to remember me."

Tears were in her eyes as he finished talking, and she sealed the silently made deal with a sweet kiss, hugging him tightly one last time. Here she was, fifteen years old, newly discovered actress, on her way to Hollywood. For good.

"I could never forget you, Troy."

"Gabriella? Gabriella?" She was gently shaken awake, a soothing male's voice whispering in her ear. The tan-skinned, dark-haired girl quickly uncurled herself from the movie theatre seat she was in, hiding a yawn behind a delicate hand. Blinking sleepily, she turned to the figure beside her, recognizing him as the lights in the theatre turned back on.


"Hey, sleepyhead." He grinned, with his slight British accent, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He shook his head, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes.

Gabriella lifted a hand slowly and brushed the hair out of his eyes, laughing. "Well, hello there, Superstar." Her warm, chocolate gaze locked with his green one, and they both smiled.

She leaned her head against his shoulder briefly as the rest of the movie theatre patrons exited, no one seeming to recognize the two celebrities in the top row. Gabriella finally stood up, grabbing onto Jordan's hand and lacing their fingers together, attempting to pull him up. He didn't budge, however, and she let out a sigh, looking down at him only to find that his gaze was still on the screen.

"What exactly are you doing, Mr. Brady?" She chuckled, seating herself on his lap and wrapping her arms around his side, her hands drawing invisible patterns on his toned stomach.

"Gabriella," He groaned, and playfully attempted to pull her hand away. "Now you've gone and got me all bothered."

"Bothered, are we?" The brunette asked, releasing her arms from around him. "Well, you're certainly starting to use all the British expressions on me. And I thought you only lived there until you were five." When he didn't respond, she continued. "And why exactly are we still here? It's only the credits playing, and the theatre's emptied out. It's not like the paparazzi can still be hanging around."

"I want to see who the stunt double was for the lead-" Jordan began, but quickly broke off as a name passed across the screen. "Ah, there we are. Troy Bolton. He was pretty good. Might have to hire him for our upcoming movie. What do you say, Ella?" He turned to his girlfriend, only to have her frozen in shock, her mouth slightly agape.

"Troy Bolton?" Gabriella questioned, the name sounding familiar on her lips. She repeated it a few more times, before a sudden memory came to her. A handsome, young, blue-eyed boy, and a few words. 'Be a star, Gabriella. And don't forget to remember me.'

"Jordan?" She tried weakly, voice no more than a whisper.

He turned to her immediately, concern filling his gentle gaze. "What's the matter, Ella?"

"Um…How would you feel about meeting my parents?"

He chuckled, placing a hand around her waist as they began to exit the theatre. "I've already met your parents, remember?"

She stopped him where they were, double checking to make sure that absolutely no one was in the theatre before placing a hand gently on his chest as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. It was now or never. She was twenty-two and hadn't repeated the name 'Troy Bolton' in five years; she had wiped her memory clean of his name. Well, she had tried to. And yet, something about him was drawing her back to her hometown-their hometown. Leave her Hollywood life for a few weeks and go visit. Was it all worth it?

A delicate smile spread across Gabriella's face as she spoke into Jordan's ear. "No, I mean really meeting them. Want to take a trip to Albuquerque with me?"

'Like a bolt out of the blue

Fate steps in and sees you through.'

Author's Note: Well, there's the prologue. Oh, and the song is 'When You Wish Upon a Star' – the one from Pinocchio. In all the stories I seem to read(or most of them), it's always Troy being the famous one and somehow finding normal Gabriella. So here's famous Gabriella. I've already got a whole plot for this story and the first few chapters already written. So remember- the more reviews, the more chapters, and the faster they get put up!

-- Jennie.