((sorry everyone…it's been a few days…my account was frozen because one of my stories was a zanessa and apparently they aren't allowed…anyone else have that problem

((sorry everyone…it's been a few days…my account was frozen because one of my stories was a zanessa and apparently they aren't allowed…anyone else have that problem?? Not going to lie…slightly annoying…not about the deleted story part…but the frozen account thing…I honestly couldn't care less about the story it was boring with a crappy ending that I put in when I decided I didn't want to put up with it anymore…so anyways…here's chapter 5 …read and review please…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

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"Auditions for West Side Story started five minutes ago, Mr. Bolton, you are quite late," an annoyed Ms. Darbus informed Troy among his slightly tardy entry.

"Sorry, I was getting out of fall shoot-around," Troy explained. "You know how that is."

"Tell me, Troy, does your father know you are here?" Ms. Darbus knew the answer before Troy said it.

"Um…well about that…um no…" Troy admitted. "But don't worry; he doesn't pay attention to announcements so he doesn't know there are auditions today. He can't do anything about it later."

"Okay, then," Ms. Darbus sighed. She began to explain the strait-laced rules of her theatre program.

First to go were Sharpay and Ryan Evans. "Do thy realize that they look nothing like Maria and Tony?" people were whispering along with, "EW…they're brother and sister and they want to be the leads?!"

of Sharpay and Ryan's, it was a little showy, like everything of Sharpay and Ryan's. Sharpay gave the audience her ice-queen pissed off look. "Puh-lease, everyone. We're trying to perform. Part of what makes acting so great, is that you play things that are not your life. So…for as long as this show is running, Ryan and I are no longer brother and sister."

"Ew," a girl said a little too loudly.

"I doubt you could ever hold the part of Maria, Kayla," Sharpay snapped at the girl. "You can't even stay on key for more than five seconds, why are you even auditioning? Have you made a show here, yet?"

"Now that is enough of that, Sharpay," Darbus snapped. "Please…just begin."Sharpay and Ryan began an energetic rendition of tonight, inspiring some wide-eyed stares from Ms. Darbus and the audience. "Um…thank you," Ms. Darbus said awkwardly at the end. "Let me remind you, though…West Side Story is not all lively and happy…it's supposed to be sad and depressing."

"Of course," Ryan replied. "We just want to stick out in our audition. You'll remember our audition in that theatrical brain of yours, and we figure, you will be more likely to choose us."

Gabriella giggled as Troy imitated Ryan. Sharpay shot them an icy look. "Ms. Darbus," she interrupted her brother, "Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez are sitting next to each other. Shouldn't they be like…quarantined from each other or something?"

"According to Principal Matsui, yes," Ms. Darbus answered looking over Troy and Gabriella. "But I believe that they should be treated like normal high school children. Therefore, Ms. Evans, I approve of this behavior."

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "But Principal Matsui won't." Her voice had a threatening ring to it.

Darbus was not alarmed or amused. "Sit down, Sharpay and Ryan. We need to keep the auditions moving. Next up is…ah…Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez."

Troy and Gabriella both got up and did a flawless routine of how the song "Tonight" should be done."

"Excellent!" Ms. Darbus exclaimed. "That was exceptional! Thank you for putting on such a treat to watch!"

Troy and Gabriella stayed and watched the rest of the auditions. Some were really good, while some were downright horrible and hilarious. An hour later after the auditions, it was nearly five o'clock.

"You want to come over to my house for dinner?" Troy asked.

"Um..." Gabriella replied turning red. "Troy…I don't think your parents would like that very much."

"They wouldn't know," Troy told her. "Tonight is a big dinner/dance in downtown Albuquerque for Bolton Corporation and all its affiliates. All workers are expected to be there, including my parents and older brother. My parents wanted me to go, but I said hell no. I've been to them before, and they are really boring. So, my house is empty until about two or three in the morning." Gabriella gave him a wide-eyed look at the thought of an empty house just for the two of them. "Not like that," Troy hastily said, noticing her look. "I like to cook, sort of, so I was wondering if you wanted to come make dinner and desert with me, eat it, and maybe watch a movie…just as friends of course."

"Sure, Troy," Gabriella replied, not able to control the slight blushing in her face. "Let me just call my mom and feed her some line. I'll tell her I made a new friend and am spending the evening at her place. I'll say I'm going to Taylor McKessie's house."

"Taylor McKessie? You're friends with her?"

"Sort of," Gabriella replied whipping out her cell phone, phoning her mom.

After getting her mother's approval, Gabriella and Troy drove to Troy's house in his Mercedez-Benz, a 17th birthday present from the Bolton Corporation.

"Are we going to have to go shopping for stuff for food?" Gabriella asked Troy.

"Are you kidding?" Troy scoffed. "Do you think we can safely be seen together in public?"

"Right," Gabriella remembered. "Stupid family. I just wish we were normal, and not famous."

"Don't we all?" Troy agreed.

"My parents don't," Gabriella lamented. "They like the attention. They like being one of the richest families in the world, able to afford expensive trips everywhere."

"My parents love it, too," Troy explained. "My mom and dad work at the Corp very part time, actually. Having all this money allows my dad to fulfill his dream of coaching and teaching, not having to worry about his salary. His salary is actually the least of anyone at East High, probably, because he doesn't care about money."

"See, that's actually really cool," Gabriella said. "Your dad is doing something because he loves it, not because it brings in money or anything superficial like that. I wish money didn't matter."

"Don't we all," Troy once again agreed.

The two opened the stocked full cupboards in the Bolton household. "I have a taste for Italian," Troy said, "how about you?"

"Sounds delicious," Gabriella agreed. "What do you want to have?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," Troy suggested. "My dad taught me how to make the best meatballs…oh and we can make Tiramisu for desert. My mom taught me how to make that."

"As long as we have garlic bread with that spaghetti," Gabriella told him. "I love garlic bread."

"Of course, garlic bread is a given," Troy laughed. "We even have a loaf of French bread in the bread cabinet."

"Perfecto," Gabriella laughed.

The two began to make their delicious dinner, even making homemade spaghetti sauce. "So," Gabriella said, "what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"Either play pro-basketball or go to med school and become a doctor," Troy replied. "I want to get out of New Mexico and go live in a place like California or Chicago, a big city."

"I want to discover the cure for cancer," Gabriella gushed excitedly… "but I am expected to take over and join the family business, like everyone else in my family."

"Me too," Troy replied. "I don't want to get involved in that mess. The idea of that type of future is not happy at all. The drama, the feud, I want to rise above that immaturity. I want to establish my own life for myself. I don't want to merely fit into the Bolton puzzle, the Bolton stereotype."

"It's weird, how similar two people can be," Gabriella admitted. "it's the same way with our families. They hate each other so much, but in reality, they are so similar."

"Yeah," Troy agreed. "That's why this feud is so stupid, so worthless. It's never going to be resolved, and it's never going to help anyone."

Gabriella nodded in agreement. "It's holding us back, too. How stupid is it that our parents don't even want us to be in the same school? I mean, what is the problem with us going to school together? Is there some Bolton virus that I'll get infected with and die from? No. So why does it matter?"

"Well your parents think I'm some type of monster, remember?"

"You're anything but."

The two continued to work, and they finally sat down to some delicious spaghetti and meatballs. "Forget basketball," Gabriella joked, "you should be a world-class chef, Troy, this is amazing."

"Thanks," Troy blushed.

After dinner and desert, the two threw in the movie Grease. "Is it weird that I actually like this movie?" Troy laughed.

"Not at all," Gabriella laughed.

When both of their favorite song came on, they leapt off the couch, and began to sing and dance along like five year olds:

Troy
Summer lovin' had me a blast

Gabriella
Summer lovin' happened so fast

Troy
I met a girl crazy for me

Gabriella
Met a boy cute as can be

Both
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights

Everyone
Uh Well-a well-a well-a huh

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Doody
Did you get very far?

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Marty
Like does he have a car?

Everyone
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

Troy
She swam by me, she got a cramp

Gabriella
He ran by me, got my suit damp

Troy
I saved her life, she nearly drowned

Gabriella
He showed off, splashing around

Both
Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights

Everyone
Uh well-a well-a well-a huh

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Frenchy
Was it love at first sight?

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Kenickie
Did she put up a fight?

Everyone
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh

Troy
Took her bowling in the arcade

Gabriella
We went strolling, drank lemonade

Troy
We made out under the dock

Gabriella
We stayed out 'till ten o'clock

Both
Summer fling, don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights

Everyone
Uh well-a well-a well-a huh

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Putzie
But you don't gotta brag

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Rizzo
Cos he sounds like a drag

Everyone
shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop,shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, YEH

Gabriella
He got friendly, holding my hand

Troy
While she got friendly down in the sand

Gabriella
He was sweet, just turned eighteen

Troy
Well she was good you know what I mean

Everyone
Woah!

Both
Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but uh-oh those summer nights

Everyone
woo, woo, woo

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Jan
How much dough did he spend?

Both
Tell me more, tell me more

Sonny
Could she get me a friend?

Gabriella
It turned colder - that's where it ends

Troy
So I told her we'd still be friends

Gabriella
Then we made our true love vow

Troy
Wonder what she's doing now

Both
Summer dreams ripped at the seams,
bu-ut oh, those su-ummer nights...

Everyone
Tell me more, tell me more!

At the end of the song, Troy grabbed Gabriella, and…caught in the moment he began to kiss her passionately.

((a slight cliff hanger…review please…I didn't put a song at the beginning because there is a song in the middle..xoxo, CHRISTINE))