Thanks for the reviews. I am sad this is ending, too.

Someone PMed me about a sequel. Well, here is the answer. As of now, no. I don't know, maybe in the future a good storyline for college years will hit me, and I'll post it. If I do, I'll add an AN to the end of this story as a chapter to tell you all. I really don't see it, sorry. You never know with my head, though.

I am finishing this up, then TWAWKI, and I will still have Dirty Dancing. I am making a sequel to The World As We Know It. Just to make it a trilogy of sorts. It's going to be more like a series of one-shots of Troy and Gabriella's lives. Babies, work, pregnancies, all that fun stuff. It will be named Whatever Will Be.

Review please.. sorry this is the end.

Watch out for the next story I will be publishing, I already started writing it because I'm stupid!!!

Oh, and no epilogue, just in case I do get a sequel in my head one day. This will have be good enough. Don't hate me!


Oh yeah alright, are you gonna be in my dreams tonight?
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.

The End, by The Beatles


"Hey," Sharpay said while snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Will you snap out of it? We will be leaving each other in two days," she reminded me.

I nodded, leaning back against the fence behind me. "I know, sorry," I apologized. "It's just not fair," I mumbled. It's the end of summer, so we're at the End of Summer Carnival, something we go to every year. I'm leaving for Stanford in two days, Drew, Shane, and me are driving up there in my new car I got for graduation. Once I get settled in, Drew and Shane are flying out to Brown to get Shane settled in. We already shipped his things. Sharpay, Ryan, Kelsi, and Dani are all leaving a few days after, while Zeke and Chad stay here. Troy is driving out with his uncle to Berkeley on the same day I am leaving.

"G, he didn't come last year, what made you think he would have come this year?" Sharpay asked as we waited for Chad to bring back cotton candy.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's just stupid that he can't come to a stupid carnival for me. We're all separating in two days, S," I told her.

"Everyone besides you and Troy," she broke in grumpily.

"Yes, but we still are all leaving Albuquerque, it wouldn't kill him to go to a carnival with all his friends," I finished. "No, he has to be Mr. Bad Ass and be too cool for a carnival," I added.

Sharpay bumped my shoulder. "Gabi, I love you, but you and Troy are going off to the same place for college, almost, it isn't completely horrible that he isn't here," she insisted.

"Yes, it is!" I exclaimed, turning to her. "Everyone here is with someone, look around," I instructed, and waved my hand around. It was true, there are couples everywhere. Even little twelve year old's are walking around holding hands. I'm like a hundredth wheel, or something like that. "Even you and Chad have been sucking face all night, I want someone to suck face with," I said. "Do not comment on that," I ordered a minute later.

I heard her laughing. "I won't, I swear, but if it makes you that angry, call him," she suggested.

I shook my head, and crossed my arms. "No, we already got into a fight about him coming, I refuse to call him," I stated.

"Hey, look who I found," Chad announced, walking over.

Troy was with him, looking extremely out of place. He was wearing a black t-shirt, faded jeans, his leather jacket, and black converse. He had let his hair grow out during the school year, and only cut it about a week ago. It was long, and shaggy, but is now short on the edges and back, but still has a chunk in the front that falls down in his eyes. It makes him look older. It also makes more girls look at him, unfortunately. "Gabi was just whining for you," Sharpay informed him.

I glared at her. "I was not," I urged, and moved my glare back to him. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Come on, babe, let's go play a game or something," Chad said to Sharpay before pulling her away.

Troy waited until they were gone. "What the hell do you think I am doing here?" he replied, stepping closer to me. "I came to be with you, wasn't that the point of getting into a fight? Make me feel like an ass so I come?" he questioned.

"No," I answered. "We got into a fight because you wouldn't come to the carnival for no real reason," I corrected. "You just didn't want to, like last year," I muttered.

"Brie," he groaned, running a hand through his now short hair. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"I wanted you to come because you want to, not because we got into a fight, and you feel like an ass," I admitted, my hands slipping into my pockets. I'm wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and a plain white T, along with black heels. My hair is in normal curls, and I'm wearing a couple black beaded necklaces.

Troy grabbed me by my forearms, and pulled me to him. "I would only come to a carnival for you, baby, and I'm here," he started in a low voice.

"But what was the big deal about you not coming?" I asked him, annoyed he was using his magical power over me. The one where he looks into my eyes, talks lowly, and touches me. Or it's just him being him.

He shrugged, his hands sliding down to tug my hands out of my pockets. He then laced them together with his. "Don't know, just don't like carnivals," he answered simply. "There are little kids everywhere, clowns are fucking annoying, and I'm not a people person," he summed up.

"Tell me about it," I responded with a smile and fake roll of my eyes.

"Baby, I'm here, don't push it," Troy said, squeezing my hand gently.

I started walking backwards. "Fine, but now that you're here, we should play some games, and ride some rides," I told him.

"I'll give you something to ride," he commented as we walked toward Chad and Sharpay.

"Oh, you're just hilarious," I replied, and he chuckled, pulling me in front of him. His arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind, and he kissed my hair.

We found Sharpay and Chad finishing up from playing a game, and Sharpay was scolding him. "You got me all wet, Chad," she was complaining.

Chad laughed. "That's what she said," he teased.

"Chad, I swear to God if you make one more of those jokes- oh, hey," she greeted, seeing us. "Finally, I haven't seen you smile all night. You even yelled at a little kid," she said.

"I didn't yell at him, but he should have been watching where he was going," I corrected, and heard Troy chuckle again. "Let's just do something, okay?"

We played that knock the bottle down game, in which Troy won me a teddy bear, we played that game where the guy bangs the hammer down and sees if he can make that bell ring (Troy did it on the first try), we played some shooting game, and went through a house with those crazy mirrors, in which I ran into a wall or two. We rode a few rides, too.

"Ferris wheel!" Sharpay squealed when we were walking, and pulled Chad along.

"Come on, bad boy," I urged, dragging him, too. There were only two open chairs left, with no line, so we got right on. Troy pulled a bar down and locked it before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Was it really that bad coming tonight?" I asked him when we started moving.

Troy looked down at me, and shook his head a little. "Nah, not really, I guess," he answered just as we reached the top, and the Ferris wheel came to an abrupt halt. "Maybe I said that too soon," he mumbled after wards, and peered down to see everyone else doing that as well.

"Maybe they are letting people off already?" I tried.

"Brie, we haven't even gone around once," he responded with a sigh.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I took it out to find that it was Shane. I opened it. "Yeah?" I answered it.

"You're on the Ferris wheel, right?" he asked.

I nodded, looking down. "Yeah," I repeated.

He started laughing. "I'm in line, and they are saying it broke down. You might be up there for a while, Twin," he informed me.

I glared at the ground. "I hate you," I stated before hanging up. "The Ferris wheel broke down," I informed him, leaning back against our chair. I wrapped my arms around myself because it's a little cold up here. Troy sat back, too, and glanced over at me. "Sorry for making you come. I'm the one who wanted one last fun night with our friends, and you didn't want to, if you hadn't," I rambled on, sad now.

I didn't notice Troy take his jacket off. "Brie," he cut in, putting the jacket around my shoulders, and I slipped my arms through the arm holes. "Stop saying sorry," he ordered, wrapping an arm around me again. "I'm the one that says sorry in this relationship, remember?" he joked.

I leaning into him, and buried my head in his shoulder. "Shut up," I mumbled against him.

"Look, I came because I wanted to spend time with you, and Chad. You didn't make me do anything, although, if one person could make me do anything, it would be you," he mentioned.

"So, what do you want to do, we are gonna be up here for a while," I told him. I saw his smirk form. "No, Troy, we are not having sex up here," I stated firmly.

He chuckled. "I wasn't thinking about sex, well, I wasn't thinking about going all the way," he corrected.

"Well, we aren't going to do any foreplay up here, either," I said.

"Fine, be a cock block," he mumbled grumpily.

I laughed. "Don't call me a cock block, you're free to do what you want to yourself," I teased.

"Ha ha, no thanks," he replied. "I'd rather not with my very sexy, and very capable girlfriend next to me," he added.

I shook my head at him, and leaned my head back to look up at the stars. "Do you wonder what college will be like, Troy?" I questioned.

"Like high school, only worse," Troy answered. "Well, worse in some ways. There are dorm rooms, can't wait for that," he told me. "It'll be more work."

"Oh, come on, Troy. You're going to do something related to art, which you are amazing at, and you'll still be playing basketball," I reminded him. "I, on the other hand, have no idea what the hell I want to do," I sighed.

Troy pushed hair away from my face. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, baby," he assured me. "You're the smartest person I know, and once you find your thing, you'll be fine," he told me.

"It's different for you, Troy," I replied. "You're a great singer, you can play guitar, you are the best at almost everything art related, on top of that, you are smart, no matter what you think. I'm good at school, yeah, but I don't want to be a teacher. The thought of having to go to school everyday until I am sixty is depressing," I admitted.

"Gabriella, we're only eighteen," Troy reminded me. "You have four years to figure everything out. You love English, and reading, and you're good at writing. You're a great singer, too, don't forget that. You can be anything you want to be, Brie," he stated.

I closed my eyes for a moment. "Okay, so maybe you will get to second or third base up here," I whispered before kissing him.

I spent the night with Shane out in a tent in the backyard. It's our last twin thing before parting ways.

"There hasn't been a day in our whole lives we haven't seen each other," Shane whispered in the darkness. Well, it's not dark, we do have light in here.

I nodded, eating a s'more. "I know, and now we're going to be apart for four years," I commented. "What am I going to do without you, Twin?" I asked him.

"It won't be four years exactly, we'll have breaks and summers," Shane replied. "And, phones," he added. "Besides, I'll know you're okay. If you're not, I'll feel it. I am your twin."

"Do you remember when we were nine, and you ran away?" I asked him, almost laughing.

Shane held in his own laugh. "Yeah, it was because Cole said that I was an accident, and Mom and Dad only wanted one baby, a girl, not a girl and a boy," he finished.

"Mom grilled me for an hour about where you were," I said. "She kept saying 'I know you know where he is, you two are the same person in two bodies'," I recited.

Shane almost laughed again. "I didn't even run away, I hid in the tree house out back," he told me.

"I knew that, I knew where you were, I just didn't tell Mom because I wanted to talk to you first," I replied. "So, while they yelled at Cole four a couple hours, and grounded him, I snuck out to talk to you," I added.

"Yeah. You told me not to listen to Cole because there wasn't a you without a me," he remembered. "And, you said that Mom and Dad loved me, I wasn't an accident, I was a gift."

"It's true," I stated with another nod. "I love Troy, he's my soul mate and all, but there isn't a me without a you," I repeated. "You're my twin, my other half," I told him.

Shane looked over at me. "Same here," he agreed. "I'm glad you found him, Gabi," he confessed. "When you're off by yourself in Cali, he'll look after you, make sure you'll be okay," he went on. "It makes me feel better knowing you're not alone. I know you hate the big brother thing, but I worry about you, we all do."

I smiled. "I know you all do. It's okay, I'm gonna be fine. I'm going to college, not leaving forever. In four years, we'll back for good, and building our lives," I informed him.

"Yeah. I can't picture living anywhere but in Albuquerque," Shane replied. "It's home."

I nodded. "Yeah, it is," I whispered in agreement.

-

The day I was scheduled to leave for college, I was very emotional. I had packed everything up, my clothes, everything, and was just standing in the middle of my room. I was staring at my name written on the wall, wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped in the needs, along with a black top that has straps, and a low neckline. I'm also wearing a black belt, and had the front of my shirt tucked in, matching it with black gladiator heels, and had my hear in it's regular curls.

Drew poked his head in. "Gab, we gotta hit the road, you have orientation and all that tomorrow," he reminded me. I nodded silently. "What's wrong?" he asked, walking in.

"What are you gonna do about that?" I questioned him, pointing at the 'Gabriella Anne' that was written in cursive on the wall.

Drew stood next to me. "Nothing," he answered. "Why would I do anything about it?" he asked. "This is your room, it has been since you were a baby."

I nodded again. "I know, but I'll be gone," I told him. "Everyone else stayed, but Shane and I are leaving. What are you going to do to our rooms? Are you gonna turn them into work out rooms or something? Lacy moved in. What happens when you start a family?" I wondered.

"Gabi, you're getting ahead of yourself," Drew responded. "Nothing is going to happen to your or Shane's rooms. When Lacy and I get married, then start a family, hopefully Noel and Cole will be moved out. You're younger, you get the room longer," he assured me. "You'll all always have a room here, though. This isn't my house just because it's in my name, it's our home."

I instantly moved and hugged Drew as tight as I possibly could. "I'm rethinking this whole college thing," I whimpered into his chest. "What am I supposed to do without you guys? You're my older brothers, my backbone. What will you do without me?" I asked him.

"We'll all shower less," he offered, and I just whined into in shoulder. "Gabi, you have to go to college, and you'll have Troy. We're only a days drive away, and you do have a cell phone," he assured me. "You're independent, you're strong, you're smart as hell, you'll be fine, I know you will," he told me. "Mom and Dad would be real proud of you, too. You're going to their Alma Mater," he added. "And, I'll be with you until tomorrow night."

"I know," I said against his shirt. "I've said this before, Drew, but thanks, for everything," I mumbled.

He hugged me tighter, too. "I wouldn't change a thing about my decisions," he told me. "Now, come on, we have a long drive, and everyone is waiting out front to say bye," he reminded me, letting me go after one last squeeze.

We went outside to indeed find all my brothers, Sharpay, Ryan, and Chad all huddled around my car. I hugged Ryan first. "I'll miss you, Ry," I told him.

"You, too, Gabs. And, join a play or two, you have killer voice," he responded.

I laughed, and hugged him again. "Ella!" Chad exclaimed, picking me up in a hug. Apparently, Shane already did this.

"Chad!" I mimicked in a laugh. "Why aren't you at Troy's?" I asked him.

He set me down. "Troy isn't leaving for another hour and a half," he informed me. "So, take all your vitamins, don't get too drunk, and if anyone bothers you, Troy will beat their ass," he told me.

"I know," I replied. "Check up on my brother's once in a while for me?" I questioned.

"Count on it," he said with one last hug.

Next was Sharpay who was already blubbering. "You have to call everyday, write me once a week, hook up your web cam right away, and Twitter all the time so I know what you are doing," she listed off.

I nodded and hugged her. "Back at you," I said. "I'm going to miss you so much," I told her.

"I'm going to miss you more," she promised, holding on to me with no intention of letting go.

I held back a laugh. "I love you, S," I whispered in her ear.

"I love you, too, G," she replied in the same low tone.

"Alright, come on, it's my turn," Johnny whined from next to us. Sharpay finally let me go, and Chad pulled her into a hug. "You don't have to call everyday, but I demand at least twice a week," he informed me. "I want to know how out of state college is, and when we play Stanford in basketball, you are so going down," he added.

I laughed. "I count on it. I may be going to Stanford, but I am a Redhawk at heart," I assured him.

"That's my girl," he complimented before hugging me. "If you come back with short blond hair, and multiple piercings, and more than one tattoo, I will kill you," he said in my ear. Oops, I already have more than one, don't wanna let him know that, though. Yes, I did get 'my Troy' on my hip for Troy's birthday.

"I like my hair dark, and long. Three piercings is enough for me, and I don't plan on getting any more tattoos than I already have," I told him.

Johnny let me go. "Good. I love ya, little sister," he replied.

"I love you, too, Johnny Boy," I said in a low voice, realizing I won't see anyone here for a couple months.

Cole and Noel hugged me at the same time. "We want to commend you for going to a college without your twin," Cole started.

Noel nodded. "Yes, that takes balls," he agreed.

"Not that you have any," Cole went on. "But, still, it's hard," he said.

"We didn't have the guts to do it," Noel told me.

"And, we're glad you do," Cole informed me. Cole pretended like he was tearing up, making everyone laugh. "Sorry, just give me a minute," he cried, and hugging Noel.

I shook my head with a smile. "Are you two gonna tell me how much you are going to miss me, and how your lives are going to suck without me, or what?" I asked.

"Get over here, little girl," Cole ordered, and they sandwiched me in a hug, something they know I hate. Today, of course, I love it.

"You know we love you," Noel said before they let me go.

I nodded. "I love you guys, too," I responded.

"Okay, everyone, picture!" Drew called out.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" I questioned, faking annoyance.

"Yes, seriously. All these lazy asses stayed here for college, so get in," Drew told me, handing the camera off to Chad to take. I love Chad, but Ryan and Sharpay are family, and Drew has to be in the picture, he's Drew.

We all got in a little pose for the picture. I was in between Shane and Drew. "Alright, everyone say Chad is the bestest ever, and-"

"Just take the damn picture, Chad!" we all shouted out in one way or another.

Chad frowned. "Damn, you can tell you are all family."

-

A long ass drive, and one hotel stay later, I was at Stanford. I already got my keys, a map of the campus, and met my dorm adviser. Her name is Martha Cox, and seems nice.

"Hurry up, Gab, I gotta pee," Shane complained from behind me while I opened my dorm door.

"Thanks, Shane, ruin the moment when I will see my dorm for the first time because you gotta piss," I replied, finally unlocking the tricky door, and pushed it open.

Shane sighed from next to me. "I didn't ruin anything," he mumbled as we walked in. There was one nice sized common room with a couch, and two comfy chairs, a t.v., and there are three doors, two with initials on them. "Nice digs, Twin, I hope my place is this big," he complimented. "Now, where is the bathroom?" he asked me.

I laughed. "It's probably the door that doesn't have a post-it note on it with any initials," I told him, pointing. "And, it better be number one!" I called after him as he practically ran towards it.

"It is nice, Gabi," Drew said from behind me, and closed the door behind him. "The first Montez in our generation to go to college, and actually stay in the dorms," he commented, making me laugh.

The toilet flushed, and Shane walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, I am, too," he reminded us.

Drew nodded. "Yeah, you, too. Now, come on, we need to get all her stuff in here. So, Gab, get your room open and ready for all your crap," he told me, and I nodded. "Lord knows you have enough," he muttered under his breath as they left.

"Hey, I resent that!" I shouted after him, and Shane laughed. I went into the room that had the initials GM on them, and looked around. It had a bed, a desk, a chair for the desk, a couple dressers, and a closet. A smile came over my face, and I sat down on the bed with a giddy feeling. I'm here. I'm at Stanford, where my parents went, where I've always wanted to go. It felt, well, really good. I heard noise in the common room a couple minutes later, and got up to look. It was an African-American girl with the same look I had on. "Uh, hi," I greeted awkwardly, leaving my room.

The girl instantly smiled at me. "Hi," she replied, and we met in the middle of the room. "I'm Taylor McKessie," she introduced herself, holding her hand out.

"Gabriella Montez," I responded, shaking her hand. "Looks like we're roommates, Taylor," I stated the obvious.

"I guess we are," she agreed, and we both laughed for no reason.

Drew and Shane both walked into the room carrying some of my luggage. "Taylor, those are two of my brothers, Drew, and Shane," I told her. "Guys, this is my roommate, Taylor. Oh, and my door is open," I said, pointing towards it. They said their hellos, and Drew and Shane went to put my stuff down. I knew the next look she gave me. She wanted to know where my parents are. "My parents died when I was twelve, it's been me and my brothers ever since," I informed her.

"Just three of you?" she asked, surprised.

I let out a laugh. "No, I have three more brothers back home," I admitted. "Shane is my twin. They have a flight out to Brown tonight to get him to college," I told her.

"I'm sorry about your parents," Taylor apologized.

I nodded. Everyone says that. "Thanks," I replied.

It took almost four hours, two runs to a store that took an hour to find, and one call to a pizza place, but Taylor and I finally got everything moved in, with the help of her parents, and my brothers. We hung out for a little, which was fun and all, but I soon had to take Drew and Shane to the airport.

"We'll call you when we land, and you can tell us how everything is going," Drew assured me.

I nodded. "I know," I told him. "Besides, I'll be busy tomorrow with everything, I'm sure I won't have any time to miss you," I hoped.

"Yeah, think positive, Twin," Shane encouraged.

I instantly frowned. "Oh, hell," I muttered, wrapping my arms around both of them. "You guys have to call everyday, okay?" I pleaded.

"Gabi, we will," Drew promised. I nodded into their shoulders, holding back tears. I've never been without them, ever. Shane's my twin, he's always been there. Drew is my oldest brother, my guardian, my father figure, the reason I am who I am today. "Gabi, are you crying?" he questioned me.

I shook my head. "No," I lied.

"I haven't seen you cry since you were twelve," he reminded me.

I pulled away, and wiped my eyes. "Sue me for being a girl," I mumbled back, a frown on my face.

"You're going to be fine, Gabriella. Troy's here," Shane insisted.

Okay, so maybe in the back of my mind, I forgot that. Leave me alone! I've been dreading them leaving all day, it's all I could think about. Drew nodded. "Yeah. This is school, the thing you are best at. Your roommate is cool, your dorm is nice, and your boyfriend is less than an hour away," Drew went on. "We'll call you when we land, and if you get homesick, you can come home for a weekend soon," he added.

"I'm going to hold you to that," I warned him, hugging them both again. "I love you, guys," I whispered.

"Love you, too, Gabs," they both said together. I kissed them both, and watched them go into the airport.

It was a long, sad, a little bit teary ride home. Wow, I just called my dorm home. It's official now, I'm in college, on my own, no other family in the state. I never thought I'd be the only Montez around. That's new. I walked into the dorm to find Taylor on the couch. "Hey," she said, lowering the volume on the slightly crappy t.v.

"Hi," I breathed, sitting down next to her. "Your parent's gone?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I practically had to push them out," she answered, making me laugh.

"My brother's had to force me to let them go," I told her, and she laughed at me this time.

"It must have been hard to let them go," Taylor commented.

I nodded this time. "Yeah, they are pretty much all I have other than my boyfriend and close friends," I responded.

"I'm an only child, so I've been dying to get out from under my parent's eye," she told me.

"Trust me, it was hard to get out from under Drew's eye a lot. It's different having your older brother as a guardian, he knows all the tricks you are going to pull," I informed her.

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see how that would be hard. Where are you from anyways?" she asked.

"Albuquerque, New Mexico. Home of the East High Wildcats, and some of the bitchiest girls you'll ever know," I answered, and we both laughed again. "You?"

"Fresno, California. Some bitchy girls are there, too," she told me.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that it was Troy. I smiled wide. "It's my boyfriend," I said excitedly. Geez, it's only been a day. "He is going to Berkeley," I told her before answering it. "Hey," I greeted him.

"Hey, babe," he repeated back. "Look, my uncle is gone, my roommate is fucking annoying, and I know your brother's are gone. You mind if I come over tonight? I know we said we would-"

"Yeah, you can come over," I cut him off, making him chuckle. I looked over and Taylor. "Do you mind?" I asked her, remembering her. She lives here, too.

She shook her head. "Nah," she said with a shrug.

I nodded, and turned my attention back to Troy. "You can come over," I confirmed.

"Tell me your dorm, and room number," he replied. I told him, and he said he would be here within the hour. He brought not only his car, but his motorcycle to college with him. Him and his uncle even got into a fight about it, but it ended with Troy winning, like usual.

Taylor and I talked for the next hour, getting to know each other. She doesn't have a boyfriend, anymore, at least. She grew up in a rough neighborhood, but was determined to make something of herself. Her parents were thrilled when she got into Stanford. I concluded sometime within that hour, that Taylor and I were going to be really good friends.

There was a roar of a motorcycle outside, and I instantly got excited. We live on the bottom floor. I told Taylor all about Troy, and my family, and Sharpay, and East High. I told her not to be angry if Troy isn't that nice to her, it's just how he is around new people. I ran for the door right before he knocked. He chuckled when I threw myself into his arms.

"I missed you," I confessed in a whisper to him.

He hugged me tight. "Bad day or something?" he questioned me.

He let me go, and I shook my head. "No, it's just nice to see a familiar face, especially your face," I answered. "Your roommate is annoying?" I asked.

"Yeah," he assured me, and I finally let him into my dorm.

"I find that hard to believe since you find everyone annoying," I teased, and he gave me a look. "Troy this is Taylor, my roommate. Taylor, this is my boyfriend, Troy," I introduced them.

"Hi. I'm gonna go to bed, Gab, it's been a long day, and it's late. I'll see you tomorrow," she told us.

I nodded. "G'night," I responded. Once she was in her room, I locked our dorm door. "Come on, I'll show you my room," I said to Troy, pulling on his hand, and turned off everything in the common room.

"Your dorm room is better than mine," Troy commented when I closed my bedroom door.

"It's a little..." I trailed off, and sat down on my bed while Troy took off his leather jacket. "Weird. Being in college, alone, no brothers, or Sharpay," I listed off.

Troy sat down next to me. "You have me," he reminded me, wrapping an arm around me.

I smiled, and looked over at him. "I know," I murmured, kissing him gently. I pulled him back on the bed so we were laying down. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know it's different for you, Brie," Troy started. "I've been on my own before, I practically was my whole life," he said, and I nodded.

"We're not on our own," I objected, looking up at him. "We have each other."

The End.


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