We all know what happened in High School Musical 3. Gabriella had to move to California with her mom so she could go to the Freshman Honors Program at Stanford and also because her mother's work transferred her there. Then, Gabriella ends up missing Troy, and Troy misses her. He drives all the way from Albuquerque to California to pick her up for the senior year musical and graduation. Also, while there, he has a very small (but awfully sweet) prom with her. But what would happen if Gabriella's mom gave Gabriella permission to stay with Troy for two and a half weeks until prom, the musical, and graduation passed? And what if Troy's parents also agreed to the plan?

Gabriella followed Troy into his large, messy bedroom. "Wow! Except for the mess, your room is so nice!" she exclaimed, looking at the queen-size bed with an end table next to it, the five-drawered dresser, the flat screen TV, and all the thousands of photos of him in his basketball uniforms over the years. Seeing his first grade one, Gabriella rushed over to it. "Aw, look how cute you were when you were little!"

"And I'm not cute now?" Troy asked teasingly.

"You are," Gabriella giggled, walking over to Troy to give him a hug.

Troy returned his girlfriend's affection. "So, what do you want to do?" he wondered.

"I don't know," Gabriella answered. "Whatever you want to."

"How about we go see if Chad and Taylor want to hang out with us?" Troy suggested. "It's twelve-thirty. Maybe we can grab lunch with them."

"Sounds great!" Gabriella agreed. "Let me just get on my flip-flops and then we can go."

"Alright." As he released his hold on her, Troy pressed a kiss onto his girlfriend's left cheek, causing a slight blush to come over her smiling face.

Troy, Gabriella, Chad, and Taylor walked through the door of Albuquerque's most popular hang-out spot. And that was McDonald's. Troy, Gabriella, and Taylor had wanted to go to a better restaurant than a fast food one, but Chad's begging and whining about wanting a double cheeseburger, large fries, and a super-sized soda mede everyone change their minds.

"Isn't this like the best place on earth?" Chad said.

"No," Taylor disagreed. "The food here has way too much grease-it's unhealthy for you. And the level of cleanliness is very low."

"You are the weirdest person I've ever met," Chad commented.

"No, you are," Taylor disagreed.

Troy reached for Gabriella's small hand and gently curled his fingers around it. "So, what do you want to eat, sweetheart?" he wondered.

"Ice cream sundae," Gabriella giggled.

"For lunch? Gabriella, you're silly."

"Troy, you know the ice cream is probably the healthiest thing at this place," Taylor remarked. "So Gabriella, you're being very smart by choosing it. I'm gonna follow your example."

"I'm not," Chad announced. "I'm gonna get my double cheeseburger-no make that a double bacon cheeseburger, large fries, a super-sized soda, and an ice cream sundae."

"Chad," Taylor began. Then, deciding Chad wouldn't listen to anything she said, she chose to save her voice.

Chad hurried over to the front counter to order his large meal. After he was finished, Taylor and Gabriella asked for ice cream sundaes, and Troy got a regular size cheeseburger and medium fries.

"Come on," Chad urged. "Let's go sit down somewhere." He walked over to the first available table he saw and sat down. "This is a good place."

Taylor, rolling her eyes, slid into the seat next to Chad, while Troy and Gabriella sat across from them, still holding hands.

Gabriella used her free hand to unwrap one of the plastic spoons that was given with her ice cream, then began to eat. "Troy, you want any?" she offered.

"Alright," Troy agreed.

Gabriella got some ice cream on her spoon, then held it out for Troy to eat.

Troy, after eating the food his girlfriend had let him have, held one of his French fries up to her mouth. "Eat it," he ordered gently.

Gabriella listened to Troy. When she was finished chewing and swallowing, she told him, "That was good. And you have ice cream on your nose." As she spoke, she leaned over, pressed her nose against his, and started to nuzzle it in attempt to get the ice cream off. She and Troy both loved that form of affection.

Troy copied Gabriella's actions. "I lo-"

"Guys! Stop it!" Chad demanded loudly. "There are people trying to eat here who don't want to watch 'Mr. and Mrs. Bolton' doing things that can cause throwing up."

Gabriella and Troy both stopped what they were doing and turned their attention back to their food.

"Chad, why did you have to go and ruin the that?" Taylor questioned. "It's not your job to sabotage Troy and Gabriella's little moments, you know."

"Yes it is! I'm getting paid forty dollars an hour to do that work! And I love it!"


"Just eat your ice cream."

"Well that was eventful," Gabriella commented as she and Troy walked through the door of Troy's house.

"Anything involving Chad is eventful," Troy reminded, following Gabriella. Once he was inside, he shut the door. "Do you wanna go upstairs and help me clean my room?"

At that moment, Troy's mother, Lucille, entered the room. "Troy, are you asking your girlfriend to help you clean your room? How rude!"

"But we need something to do."

"Well then go on the computer, watch TV, eat a snack, listen to music, practice for your musical, something," Lucille told her son.

"Alright. We'll do something that's not cleaning my room."

"Thank you," Lucille said as she left her son and his girlfriend alone.

Troy turned to look at Gabriella. "What do you wanna do?"

"How about we go outside and hang out in your tree house? I never got to finish looking at everything in it at the Wildcats' after party."

"Okay," Troy agreed. "I guess we can go in my tree house. Let's get outside through the back door."

Gabriella followed Troy over to, then out of, the back in his yard, she ran to his tree house and climbed up the ladder to get into it.

"Wow, you're excited," Troy observed as he, too, went up in his tree house.

"I like it up here. You know, after we can't use the school roof anymore, this can be our place to go if we wanna be alone."

Troy smiled. "Yeah. it could."

Gabriella hurried over to the pile of things from when when Troy was little and began looking through it. She stopped when she saw a photo of him with her. In it, they had their arms wrapped around each other and smiles were on their faces. "Troy, why is there a picture of us up here?" she wondered.

Troy walked over to Gabriella and looked at the picture. "Well, this is kind of the place I put things that are really special to me. And this picture was something really special."

"You're sweet," Gabriella commented.

"Thanks. That was nice to hear."

Gabriella smiled. "This tree house is full of surprises, isn't it?"

Troy nodded. "If you keep looking, you'll find a card you gave me, every note I've gotten from you, and more pictures."

"Aw, Troy," Gabriella said. "I'm really special to you, aren't I?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah," he admitted. "You are. You're different than any other girl in the world; you're the only one who liked me that never acted all hyper and annoying whenever I walked past you. You helped me realize that there's more to life than playing basketball. So much more. And that's why I'm not going to U of A."

Gabriella looked at Troy, her face full of shock. "You're not going to U of A? I thought you really wanted to!"

"No, I don't. I love basketball, but I also-thanks to you-discovered I like acting. So I'm going to a college that can offer both of those things."

"But U of A has performing arts classes you can take. Doesn't it?"

Troy wrapped his arms around Gabriella. "Yeah. But you won't be there, so what's the point of going?"

Gabriella returned the hug. "So where are you going to college then?"

"Berkeley. It's not far from Stanford. We could visit each other every weekend, vacation day and maybe even some days we have college. We'll only be about an hour or so away from one another."

"Troy, your plan is amazing." Gabriella looked at Troy, her brown eyes glistening with happy tears. "I can't believe you did this because of me."

"I had to. I'm not gonna risk losing you. Because," Troy paused. He didn't know what to say, so he decided to tell Gabriella how he felt through a song:

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you

It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?

"You wanna dance?" Gabriella asked gently.

Troy nodded. He then started singing the song from the beginning as he danced with Gabriella, who sang with him:

Take my hand
And take one step
Pull me close
Take a breath

Keep your eyes
Locked on mine
And let the music be your guide.

Won't you promise me (Now won't you promise me)
That you'll never forget (We'll keep dancing)
To keep dancing
Wherever we go next

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you

It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance? (Can i have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

Take my hand
I'll take the lead
And every turn
Will be safe with me

Don't be afraid
Afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you through it all

And you can't keep us apart (Even a thousand miles can't keep us apart)
Cause my heart is where ever you are (Cause my heart is where ever you are)

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you

It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance? (Can i have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

No mountain's too high
And no ocean's too wide

Cause together or not
Our dance won't stop

Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
I know I believe
That we were meant to be,

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you (Like you)

It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We (way we do) do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?

As the song came to an end, Troy suggested, "Let's end this how we wanted it to end that one day when we were on the school roof." He then leaned down and pressed his lips onto Gabriella's.

Gabriella, delighted, returned the kiss.

When they were finished kissing, Troy decided to let Gabriella know something. Something really important that Chad had interruped earlier. "I lo-" he began, only to be cut off by his father, Jack.

"Troy, what are you doing up there?"

"Nothing really, Dad," Troy answered. "We were uh....um....actually just getting down right now."

Troy climbed into his bed that night, happy-and not so happy-about the things that had happened that day. "Gabriella," he began. "Are you coming in bed?" Troy had been surprised and very grateful when his parents said they trusted him enough to let Gabriella sleep in his bed with him during her stay. He was looking forward to holding her in his arms all night, giving her good night kisses, and seeing her as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning.

Gabriella nodded, got into her boyfriend's bed, and pulled the covers up to her chin. "I'll try to stay on my side of the bed so I don't disturb you," she told him.

"It's okay if you don't stay on your side," Troy assured Gabriella. "In fact, come here." He then held out his arms.

Gabriella slid over toward Troy and allowed him to wrap her up in a hug.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable if we cuddled a little bit," Troy told her.

Gabriella smiled, giggled a little, and snuggled into Troy. "I think I will. It is pretty comfy."

"Glad you like it," Troy murmured, kissing Gabriella's cheek. "Now, we'd better get to sleep. Tomorrow's Monday so we need to get up early for school. Good night."

"Good night," Gabriella returned as she closed her eyes.

After a few minutes, Troy remembered something. He still hadn't let Gabriella know what she needed to know. Looking down at her face, he tell she was already asleep. I'll tell her tomorrow, I guess, he decided silently before pulling his girlfriend closer to him and allowing his eyelids to close so he, too, could drift off to sleep.

Okay, so this is my new story. Don't worry, I'm still doing HSM8, but I just really wanted to write this. Please review and tell me what you think of it!