Kelsie's Love Story

By Furgle

Disclaimer: Sorry I didn't put this in the prologue. THIS IS NOT MY IDEA, IT BELONGS TO DISNEY!!! Except for Janelle. She's mine, dude.

"Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me! You like that meat-head??" Kelsie's friend laughed, shaking her head wildly in disbelief, "I could've sworn that you had better taste than that!" Kelsie's response was throwing her pillow in her face, blushing.

"Shutup, Jan! I can't help it!" Janelle laughed again at her friend. "Stop laughing!"

"So you're serious? You like him that much?" At Kelsie's embarrassed nod, Janelle grinned a wide smile. "Fine, then. You've got to tell him."

"I will…" Kelsie paused, then added, "…eventually…"

"'Eventually' my foot!" Janelle stood and pulled her friend to her feet too, "You'll never do it if not now!"

"'Now'?? What are we gonna do? Throw rocks at his window until he wakes to the sound of breaking glass and a burglar alarm?" Kelsie laughed, and sat on her bed. "No thanks!" Janelle rolled her eyes.

"Window? That's ancient stuff! Nope. I've got a better idea."

"Which is...?"

"Whelp. Nothing says love like a letter." She smirked evilly.

"And you say windows are ancient? No way. Besides…" Kelsie hit Janelle with a pillow, "…We don't have any stamps!"

"Who said anything about going postal?" Janelle gestured to the computer that was humming gently. "I'm going with technology, if that's okay with you."

"No way! He'll never talk to me again!" She argued, throwing yet another pillow.

After extreme pestering on Janelle's part, Kelsie finally sat down at her computer at the promise of her friend that they would only write it out, and never send it. Finally, she was finished and leaned back in her chair to admire her work.

"You're done? Finally!" Janelle pushed Kelsie from the computer chair and began reading the finished letter aloud.

"Dear Mr. Troy Bolton,

I love you. I've loved you ever since I heard you sing my song. If you feel the same, please write me back.

With Love,

Kelsie.

"Well, that was short. With all that typing-action that I heard over here I would have thought that you wrote at least five whole pages!" She said, looking at her blushing friend.

"Well, yes. I couldn't decide on what I wanted to say, so I thought that I'd write all my thoughts, but then I read it over, and decided that in order to refrain from sounding creepy, and just keep it short and sweet."

"Heh. Good idea." Then, with devilish grin, Janelle clicked "send".

"No…!" Kelsie scrambled to stop her, but it was already done. Cheerfully, the viewscreen displayed "Message Sent", and Kelsie looked at her friend with fury in her eyes. "How could you?" Janelle winced at the malice that Kelsie's trembling voice held, but, nonetheless, replied with a stony expression on her features.

"It had to be done, Kels."

"What do you mean 'It had to be done'? He never had to know!"

"Kelsie, listen to me. You've been distant and dismal ever since Jason. Tonight, as I listened to you talk about Troy, I saw something in your eyes that I haven't seen in what seems like ages. If there's any chance that I can keep the light in you, I'm gonna take it. And I have." Kelsie couldn't answer. She was too shocked that her friend had been feeling this way. That she'd brought up Jason.

"I can't believe you." She looked away. "Grab your things. You're not welcome in my house."

Janelle wasn't surprised. She picked up her sleeping bag, stuffed monkey, pillows, and walked out the door. She'd better get started if she wanted to get home by morning.

A/N: Hey, here's the second chapter. It's a recap about what happened before the first chapter. Happy day! Read and review, please!