Hello! This is the last and final chapter! (sniff sniff) Oh well, maybe after I see High School Musical 2 I'll get my huge obsession back and write a sequel. If not… don't expect one. Just a warning. I probably will though, but I'm not positive. Well, here's that last chapter… and it's short… but I guess it's okay. Read and review please!!! Maybe I'll put a little one shot about their time for the fourth! Depends... if I do it should be on exactly on the fourth!!!

Gabriella's POV:

July 4th, 2007

It's been a bit since I last wrote. A lot has happened since then. I managed to break my arm, fight with Troy, run away to Paris, I almost went crazy there by the way, and had to put up with a maniac aunt. But the good part of all of that…

It's all behind me now.

Turns out Taylor's parents decided to step forward and welcome me to their family. So now I share a room with Taylor, my best friend in the whole world (not including the boys) and still only live a few houses away from Troy.

Troy and I are still going strong. A few little arguments here and there, but the whole past experience taught us both to cherish what we had, and not to want more when we had. (Oh, and Troy learned that it never ends well when you ask a girl if they hate him.)

Well, it's the 4th of July and the gang and I are all going to get together to celebrate. We're going to the park downtown by the lake where they're shooting off the fireworks. They have tons of things to do until then, rides, games, kiosks, almost anything! So we plan on having a lot of fun.

I'm really happy with how everything turned out. I get to live with my best friend, spend as much time with Troy as I want, and I have great friends backing me up. Even though I can't sing, I've learned that I'm lucky. I could've died in that car crash, or been paralyzed, something like that. Instead I get out with a lost voice, something I can live with. I'm still pretty depressed about it, but Troy and Taylor and everyone else is totally supportive of me. And that makes me realize that I don't need a great singing voice to have great friends.

Taylor's just called up to me from downstairs that Troy and Chad's here. I gotta go now. Bye,

Gabriella

Just as I finished signing my name in curly letters at the bottom, Taylor's and my bedroom door opened and Troy bounced in, fully clothed in red, white, and blue with an Uncle Same striped hat on top of his messy blondish hair.

"Hey Gabby! Are you ready to go and have bucket loads of fun today?!" Troy asked, jumping on the bed and giving me a hug. I eyed him suspiciously. He noticed. "What?"

"Exactly how much sugar did you have in your breakfast today?" I asked him curiously and he shrugged.

"I had… maybe five donuts, but hey… it's the 4th of July! I'm supposed to release my inner five year old and be happy!" Troy defended himself. I giggled and stood up, sliding my journal underneath my pillow.

"Let's go Troy," I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his hand. He grinned at me and I started to pull him out of the room when he stopped short and pulled me around and into an earth shattering kiss.

"What on earth was that for?" I asked with a small smile as we parted. He shrugged with a grin on his face.

"Celebrating the country's birth?" He guessed jokingly and I gave a little laugh.

"C'mon Lover-boy," I smiled and we started down stairs to where Taylor and Chad were waiting. Chad was very, very energetic for some odd reason and wanted to go as soon as possible.

"What's the rush, afro-man?" Taylor asked him. Did I mention they were together and one of East High's cutest couples? (Besides Troy and I of course.)

"We gotta go!" Chad stated and rushed out the door.

"Why?!" Taylor called to him, looking desperate and embarrassed at Chad's childish behavior.

"We gotta get some cotton candy!"

Yup, life was definitely good.