Crazy Wild Thoughts

Summary:

I'm Gabriella Montez, a 16 year old girl (yes I'm a girl although my next door neighbour Troy Bolton (also known as Satan's son) thinks I'm from a freakish alien species –don't ask!) and I've decided instead of boring everyone to death with my mindless ramble and consequently getting yelled at or having weird looks thrown at me; I will write my crazy wild thoughts here…

Disclaimer:

I don't own High School Musical nor do I own anything else you may recognise (such as the books, films, TV programmes I may have a tendency to want to write about.) The only thing I own is the plot.

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

So I haven't updated for a while. There's a reason for that. Lately all the fun of writing has just disappeared with the HSM fandom. It hasn't been there for a long time but I tried to carry on in the hope that it would come back to me. It hasn't. I've now run out of chapters for Crazy Wild Thoughts. And to be honest, I actually cannot write anything. I sat there for an hour trying to come up with something but nothing was happening. And I'm so sorry - unbelievably so, but I just don't know whether I'll be able to carry on writing for this fandom. You may have noticed that lately I've been writing for the Twilight fandom - I've posted a few stories on here. But right now I've decided that I want to write for that fandom. My mind has been busy with Twilight ideas - and nothing for HSM. I'm apologise because I hate when authors do this, but the fun of writing has gone. And quite frankly I can't get the words out for Crazy Wild Thoughts. I feel really wierd right now - and kind of weepy. But I need to do this because right now I just feel too constricted and unable to enjoy my writing any more. It feels more like a chore and honestly - nothing is coming out. I just can't get the words down. So I'm so so so sorry. If you are interested in seeing more work from me I've got a new account which I'll be using. Some of my stories - like Wrong Side of Town for an example are ridiculously bad and I just want to start over fresh. I guess this is the last time I'll be on this account. I might come back and try my best to see if I can post a few chapters of Crazy Wild Thoughts if I ever get anything down - but for now, it's goodbye. I would like to say a massive thank you to some people who've been reading and reviewing and others who I've gotten to be good friends with.

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I know there are so many more - I just can't name you all. I've loved the experience I've gotten from writing in this fandom - and I love some of the people I've met. I'm not going to be closing down this account or deleting any stories. And I still have the e-mail constantly open for this account - so if you do PM me I will recieve it and I will reply. I just won't be posting anymore on this.

This is the last chapter that I've written. I just thought I'd post it since I've got it. If you don't want to read it then that's fine. If you've got any problems or anything you can PM me. As I've mentioned I keep the email I use open and check it because it's my main email.

I've also put chapter 27 along with the first part of chapter 28 - because that's all I have written.

If you want to read my new stories my new penname is EscapingGreatly. I'd appreciate it if you could take a look.

Tuesday September 19th (I've decided to start including the day)

Operation 'Find out why Chad told Troy that I'm working at the library': So I completely forgot about this yesterday - I'm going to have to work on it today.

By the way, I think that the whole Operation 'Avoid Troy Bolton' might not work out. It just seems that there is no way that I'm going to be able to avoid him.

Time: 08:58

Place: Homeroom

So Troy came over last night. It was him on my balcony. Which was kind of weird but I guess not unexpected. He's been pretty weird the past few days. I mean if someone told me a month ago that Troy Bolton would have climbed up my tree and onto my balcony to see me I'd have laughed in their face. And then I'd have booked them a physiatrist appointment in order to get themselves checked out.

We didn't do too much yesterday. I did ask him why he decided to give me a piggy back home. It's not exactly the normal way of transportation. I mean, if he wanted company on the way home – he could have just walked along with me. As in – we both walk side by side no one riding on each other.

That just sounded so wrong riding on each other.

God I think I'm starting to get a pretty dirty mind.

Moving on…

He told me that he gave me a ride home because it was like weight training – and then quickly backtracked thinking that I may accuse him of calling me fat.

But we just sat there and talked about random subjects. He asked what the decathlon team entailed me to do – teased me a lot for my mistake in the library (I think I'll refer to it as the 'creepy guy incident') and then just started blabbering about his basketball and how his dad is constantly going on at him to keep practicing and how his friends always expect him to be the best and at his top game. And then he said it.

"But when I'm with you – it's like all that shit just disappears you know? You don't pressure me; you don't have this idealized version of me…nothing. In fact half the time you seem to hate me" he ended his deep speech with a light joke – I think it was so that things didn't get awkward and heavy.

But I don't know – when he said that. It sort of made me feel kind of weird. Like I just got this warm feeling and felt…weird.

Which kind of freaked me out.

But whatever – he didn't stay too long. I think that was on account of me starting to fall asleep because to be frank – I was tired. And I need my 10 hours of sleep remember! (Or at least I try and get as close to 10 hours of sleep as possible)

So Darbus is doing the register. I really hate the way she pronounces my name.

"Gaaabriieeelaaa Mooonteeez" Talk about exaggerating the vowels. And she tries to say it in what I can only assume is a really bad Italian accent.

She needs to watch more Italian mobster films. Or go to Italy.

Time: 13:42

Place: Rooftop surrounded by plants

So turns out my plans for tonight are going to be so freaking fantastic. I forgot that I've got to work on the project with Chad later tonight – so that's going to be happening. I didn't remember until he came up to me all stealthily and trying to make sure that no one was watching.

I was standing by my locker, he walked by and stopped behind me my back to him. So I stood there, busy rooting around my locker for my books and then I hear this voice

"Your place eighteen hundred hours today"

I spun around but he hissed at me to spin around again. He was facing away from me and towards the side playing on his phone – an obvious disguise so that no one would think he was actually talking to me.

"What the hell for?" I whispered back – if anyone saw us they'd think we were psycho. There was Chad Danforth – the basketball star and Troy 'The Great' Bolton's best friend talking to his phone. And then there was Gabriella 'The Freak' Montez talking to her locker.

What a wonderful pair.

"It was your smart ass idea – the English project remember?"

"Shit"

And then he left – assuming my curse to be my acknowledgement that I understand. Except I really didn't understand why he was speaking in military term – who the hell does that anymore? Except of course – you know, the military.

However, that's not the ONLY thing I've got going on. Because just before I came up here Taylor and Martha cornered me and told me that I am required to attend my first decathlon meeting after school. Apparently they forgot to mention this little (!!!!) detail to me yesterday.

Tuesday's are going to be so freaking fantastic right!

Actually, there whole little bombshell drop on me was kind of the reason for me coming up here. Because I'm not ready. I've got to prepare myself to be around people who are insanely smart – I've got to make sure that my head is in the right frame of mind so that I won't blurt out weird jokes or thoughts and consequently embarrass myself.

And it takes about a day to get my head into a good frame of mind – because lets face it: I'm anything but normal.

Time: 16:05

Place: Science Classroom

Who knew that people argued about things such as which theory was better – the wave or particle theory? Who knew that people argued about these things in their free time? Whilst they could have been I don't know… not discussing science theories.

I'm beginning to wonder if that's all we're going to do at these scholastic decathlon meetings – hell, what do we even need meetings for anyway? To learn more – we do that throughout the school day.

I should probably ask Taylor this but I don't think she'd be happy with me. And considering the fact that I'm trying to become good friends with her….

Don't get me wrong – it's not that I don't want to be on the scholastic decathlon team. Because thinking about it, it might help if I start to bond with other people besides Taylor and Troy (The Two T's – don't ask where that came from)

But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be completely and utterly fascinated by a conversation on particle theory. I mean – in a science classroom, sure why the hell not? But it's just different here…

And I kind of want to know what exactly I'm going to need to do – and what basically happens. I'm sorry, but I've never actually paid attention intently to the scholastic decathlon events before

Ok, so Taylor's beginning to give me a semi-glare. I can tell that she's trying to be nice considering that I actually agreed to come along and for some reason 'I'm going to be absolutely freaking amazing' (her words not mine). But I'm beginning to really test her patience – and she's not looking to happy with me right now as I sit here writing in you, glance up at her and then write in you again.

So I'd better go…

Time: 18:05

Place: My living room

So I'm currently waiting for Afro Head to grace me with his presence. He's the one who told me 'eighteen hundred hours'.

Well it's past eighteen hundred hours and he's not here. So I'm just going to sit here and eat – I found some cold pizza in the fridge.

Cold pizza tastes the best! I don't understand how some people can't like it – to be honest though, I love eating a lot of cold food. Chips, chicken mmm.

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Time: 18:09

Place: My Living Room

He's still not here. But that doesn't matter – because I've just been hit with a fantastic (and God do I mean fantastic) idea.

I'm going to make a calendar.

And it's going to be a hit. You know how you get loads of calendars with one guy but some of the pictures are just ugh?

I'm going to make a calendar of the hottest celebrities. Male of course.

And they'll be shirtless – do you see how it'll be a hit.

And it's not like it would be that hard. All I'd have to do would be to go on the internet, type in 'Taylor Lautner shirtless' and then ogle the many pictures there are, pick one and wolah! I'll have a picture for a calendar.

And I'm sure that making an actual calendar isn't that hard of a task… so it's going to be something I'm going to start working on.

Making a hot sexy calendar filled with hot sexy celebrities.

It'll be fun – not to mention really fulfilling when I finished it! And I mean – I'd have picked out of the pictures myself so I'd know whether or not I'd be happy with that picture gracing my walls. Some pictures in the calendars can be really…not good ogling material. But if could pick the pictures myself then I'd be able to pick pictures which I loved and I'd be happy.

Very happy…

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Time: 18:19

Place: My Living Room

I've planned a bloody calendar idea and HE'S STILL NOT HERE! This is why Afro Head cannot be relied on! Because he never shows up. Because he never actually fulfils his – oh hold on, the bell just rang.

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Time: 18:22

Place: My Living Room

He's here – finally. And we're going to start our work now. I asked him who the hell he thought he was showing up 22 minutes late. He just shrugged saying that Troy needed to talk to him. Turns out he was next door the whole time! And he was too busy being friends with Troy Bolton than to come and do our English project.

I gave him my 'evil glare' for that and turned away. By evil glare I mean I squinted my eyes in a weird way and tried to curl my lip over my teeth like the vampires do in Twilight. Except I think instead of looking scary I looked kind of retarded because he gave me a weird look and I turned away in embarrassment.

And now we're sitting here in my living room (but of course you already know that as the damn thing I wrote at the top says 'Place: My Living Room'.) I'm writing in you (although I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm just writing our work) and he's doing some sort of shit…

I better go check exactly what he's doing. Knowing him he could be writing a detailed plan on his next prank, leave it around for his next victim to find and then it'd be ruined.

Not that I would stop that or anything – I just need to make sure he's doing some work and not goofing off like I am.

Time: 20:01

Place: My Kitchen

I'm hungry and lonely. The fridge is empty and I'm still thinking how it got empty. I think that'll be the last time I casually mention to Chad to 'go look in the fridge and help yourself'.

But he was hungry! What did you want me to do Razil? Let him sit there in hunger whilst I ate this huge sandwich in front of him. I may hate the boy but even I am not that cruel. But I'm beginning to think that I may just have to be – the boy practically emptied my fridge! He only left behind what I'm pretty sure no one else would want to eat.

AND I'M STARVING!!!!

And it's not like I can exactly just go an pop down to the shops now – only supermarkets would be open at this time and I haven't exactly got a car to drive me there. And it's not like I could just pop round next door either and beg for their food!

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Time: 20:04

Place: My Kitchen

Or could I?????

Could I pop round next door and beg for their food????

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Time: 20:05

Place: Still in the Kitchen

No! I can't just go around their and ask for food

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Time: 20:06

Place: My Kitchen yet once more

Of course I can go there! Troy seems to be going through a weird point in his life and I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Yes! I'm going to stop by and eat some of his food!

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Time: 20:10

Place: My Bedroom

I'm just going to change into something a bit more presentable first – I look like a tramp right now. And standing next to Troy 'Hotness' Bolton looking like a tramp is not exactly something I want to do

Wednesday 20th September

Time: 06:51

Place: My Bedroom

So I'm awake now. Like completely and utterly awake despite the fact that I climbed into my room with Troy laughing behind me at like midnight.

It was hilarious!

So after I had made sure I wasn't looking like a tramp last night, I walked over to his house and rang the doorbell. He answered the door and looked at me confused for a few seconds before breaking out into a huge smile.

"Brie – what are you doing here?"

"Um… this is going to sound really bad but – well. I let your friend Chad to eat whilst we were working on English and now I'm starving and I went to look in the fridge to eat something and it's…empty. There's some mouldy bread in it which I really need to chuck out and a tub of butter. There's also some cheese slice but I really can't eat only butter and cheese. So I was wondering…do you mind if I eat something. I mean – I'm really starving and no shops would be open now and I can't drive anywhere and he is your best friend so I'm sure you know how he invades a fridge and just for the record I'll never let him"

"Brie!"

I stared stupidly at Troy as he interrupted my nervous babble.

"Come in" he smiled and opened the door. I grinned and walked inside. And that was when it hit me – I was inside Troy Bolton's house. And then I smirked to myself as I thought of how many girls would like – kill to be in my position. He led me to the kitchen – and get this. He put his hand on the small of back as he steered me.

His hand was really warm and I don't whether it's the fact that I've never had anyone do that before – but it was good. But to be honest I have no idea why he did it, I mean, his house is the exact copy of mine in regards to layout except that everything is flipped. If Chad Danforth could find his way around my house knowing Troy's, I knew that I could.

But whatever – it was kind of sweet his hand being on my lower back.

He pointed me to sit down on a stool by the counter as he opened the fridge.

"Well Brie – I've got some microwave pizzas, microwave roast dinners, microwave pizza sticks, microwave chips and curry-"

"The pizza will be fine"

"Alright – I'll put one in for me"

"You haven't eaten?" I asked

"Oh I have – I'll just eat again"

I rolled my eyes at his answer – what is with teenage boys and their eating habits?

Anyway, as I sat there watching Troy move around the kitchen trying to relocate scissors so he could cut open the packaging (I hate opening packaging – I either end up cutting myself or it just doesn't open), his mum walked in startling me.

"Oh hello Gabriella" she sounded pretty shocked herself.

"Um – hi Mrs Bolton"

"Lucille, honey. So…?" I could sense she was trying to ask what the hell I was doing sitting in her kitchen. Not that she was trying to be rude or anything – it's just that she knew that Troy and I lived so long next door our whole lives and we never spoke or anything. And then all of a sudden I'm sitting in their kitchen whilst he's running around trying to find scissors to make me a pizza.

"Mum – where's the scissors."

Her attention diverted, I sighed in relief. "They're right over there Troy – bang in front of you"

Troy blushed adorably and then proceeded to cut open the packaging.

"Chad raided Brie's fridge so she's eating here mum" Troy explained as he popped the pizza into the microwave and set the timer.

"Oh ok then. I understand – that boy sure eats a lot" She laughed as she probably remembered the many times he would have eaten their food. "You kids have fun then"

I nodded politely saying goodbye and then turned back to Troy.

"So how was your decathlon meeting last night?"

"Eh – it was ok I guess. It was really intellectual and everything. But I guess that's to be expected right. It's kind of like another lesson."

We carried on talking as Troy fetched the pizzas and we ate. By the time we finished eating we moved to his living room because I just 'had to see' this film 'The Departed'. Leonardo Di Caprio was in it – and considering how much I love him I decided to watch it with him.

Troy put it on and then sat next to me, his arm going around the back of the sofa.

By the time that finished it was like midnight and Troy insisted on walking me home. I protested because I live next door and it was pathetic but Troy was having none of it. So we walked out of his door, down his path, and then up mine. We stopped at my tree and I realised that this was how Troy often got onto my balcony.

"How do you climb this thing?"

Troy looked at me surprised. "You don't know how to climb trees?"

"No"

"Well well Miss Montez – I'm just going to have to show you aren't I?"

"Now?" I squeaked. I stared at the tree and then looked down at the ballet pumps I was wearing

"Sure – come on" Troy chuckled as he grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the tree.

"Troy!" I squealed. There was no way I was going to climb that tree.

"Come on Brie!" We reached the foot of the tree and I stared up at it. I looked up at the branches and then all of a sudden I felt Troy's hands on my waist and his warm breath on my neck as he started to speak.

"You see that branch over there?" He pointed to a branch with his finger. As he spoke, his breath tickled the back of my neck but I didn't say anything.

"Yes" I whispered – why I don't know.

"Grab it with one hand and I'll hoist you up. Then you put your foot on that branch over there. I'll be right behind you and I'll direct you ok?"

And then I just thought why not? I might as well. It was my chance to have some fun – so why not right.

I grabbed the branch and felt Troy's hands on my hips as he pushed me towards the next branch…

Anyway, after a few cuts, curses and 'I'm going to kill you Troy Bolton's' we made it up on the balcony – hence the falling into my room laughing.

Troy stayed for like 5 minutes as he congratulated me on my climb up and then vowed that he'd teach me how to climb down.

And that was pretty much it.

So now – I'm running late because I had to recount the whole story to you. And I will be going to school

Time: 09:22

Place: First lesson – Maths

Well I got detention! I walked into school a few minutes late and then had to stop by my locker because I left my first lessons books in there yesterday. So then I walked into my homeroom like 3 minutes late and Darbus was in a really pissy mood and just screamed at me 'Montez! Detention.'

Which totally means that I'd have to just go straight to the library instead of going home afterwards – so I'm annoyed about that. It's just my luck you know. Well you know what – perchum her.

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Time: 13:58

Place: The Library – the school one

So I've got a new word. It's quite funny actually. Want to hear it? Grapples. Actually I think it's already a word – but I've got a new meaning for it. Technically though the word is 'grapple' and the dictionary definition for it is:

1. Struggle with somebody "intransitive verb to struggle with somebody in a close hand-to-hand fight"

2. Struggle to deal with something "intransitive verb to struggle to deal with or comprehend something e.g. The government continues to grapple with the economic crisis."

3. Grab somebody "transitive verb to grab hold of somebody"

4. Hold something with a hooked device "transitive verb to hook or hold something with a grapnel or other hooked device

Then there is grapple the noun:

1. Same as grapnel (sense 1)

2. Struggle – a close struggle

3. Grip or hold – wrestling in wrestling, a grip of hold on an opponent

So uh…yeah. I just looked all that shizzle up in the dictionary (obviously) which was conveniently placed on the stand right in front of the desk I'm sitting at. Anyway – the new meaning I came up with for grapple is:

What you call a grape when it tastes like an apple.

And how did I come up with this word? Well, I was sitting there eating my lunch and I opened the container which held my grapes. However, as soon as I put a grape in my mouth and bit down I ended up having this apple tasting juice in my mouth…it was so weird. And that's when I came up with the word grapple.

A/N Credit for grapple goes to my mate. Thing with the calender happened. I was lying in bed and then I just got the idea after looking at my Zac Efron calender and texted everyone my brilliant idea. Some people agreed with me. Others questioned my sanity. Whatever - their loss when they don't get the calender of their dreams.

XxxNicolexxX