Twilight

by I.Want.Fabulous.

Summary: AU When Gabriella Montez moves to Albuquerque, New Mexico to live with her Mom, she meets an exquisitely handsome boy named Troy Bolton. She becomes intrigued with him, obsessed. But the more she gets to know him, the more she realizes he might not be wholly human.

Author's Note: Yupperz, based on the book series! I'm addicted to them! Of course, there's some differences, but it's mostly the same. For people who know the series, you guys probably have a good guess of what this is mainly about. For people who aren't familiar with the series...well, you'll just have to read the story! (: But I seriously recommend the books! The first is called Twilight followed by the sequels New Moon and Eclipse. I hope you guys like this!

CHAPTER ONE

Gabriella's Point of View

I stared at my dad's glistening eyes and almost considered staying. We were at the San Diego Airport, awaiting the plane that would take me to Albuquerque, New Mexico to live with my mother, Anahí(A/N - Credits to xXMaiMay.leans.like.a.cholaXx). I didn't really want to leave my dad, but I figured it was for the best. It would be easier this way.

It wasn't as if he was going to be left alone. He had Renée, his fiancée. She was a little young for him, but she made him happy. And that's what I wanted. She moved around a lot, due to her job, and without me my dad would be able to go with her. This way he wouldn't have to worry about me. He could travel without anything holding him back and I would be...somewhat happy.

I wasn't very close with my mother. We only talked once every two weeks, but I never really told her anything personal. After my father left Albuquerque with three-month-old me in his arms to live in San Diego, California, I only really visited my mother during Summer Vacation. I'd spend about a month there, just hanging around her house and then I'd fly back to my real home. That's just how things were and no one ever bothered to change it.

Until now. After my father announced he was getting remarried I decided it'd be best to spend a little more time with the woman who gave birth to me. It wasn't that I didn't like Renée, she was very kind to me. But I honestly just couldn't picture her as my mom, or the wife of my father. Not to mention I wasn't to thrilled about the idea of having to move around everywhere. So I figured I'd rather suffer living in Albuquerque.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Gaby?" My father stared at me with hopeful eyes. He wasn't very supportive when I voiced my decision of leaving. He thought Renée had done something to me almost started panicking. Luckily, I calmed him down.

"I think living with Mom would be a good for me," I lied. I wasn't really that thrilled about staying with my mother, either. Either way I was not completely happy, but no one's ever really cared about my happiness, including me. "Gotta go," I said as they announced my flight number.

My father took one step forward and kissed my forehead. "Have a safe trip," he said, a bit of sadness in his tone. He forced a smile as I turned around and headed for the plane. "Tell Anahí I said hi."

"I will," I promised, looking over my shoulder. "I love you, Dad!" I rushed to the plane before he could respond and soon he was gone.

The flight felt longer than it really was. It might have been because my iPod was dead and I had nothing else to do. It was the only thing that bothered me about flying. Everything else I was fine with - even the airplane food.

My mother had been surprisingly pleased about my decision. She thought this was the perfect opportunity to bond as mother and daughter. The thought sickened me and almost made me reconsider, but I just knew I had to do this. Even if it meant riding in the car for an hour with my mother chatting about her plans with me while we drove to the house where I was to live with her until I graduated.

She had already enrolled me into school. East High School, I think is the name. She says it's a wonderful school, and she knows most of the students there. She's friends with their parents and they all recommended that I go there. Now she's working on getting me a car(A/N - I just had to add the '53 Chevy Truck in this! Haha!).

When we landed it was raining. My mother was waiting for me with a giant smile. I gave her a hug and we walked out to her Chevrolet 2008 Impala, her carrying two of my bags and holding a giant umbrella over our heads.

"You start school tomorrow," she said, once we were in the car. "Do you think you'll be able to remember where the school is? Because I won't be here tomorrow morning." It was Sunday, her day off before starting work again on Monday.

"I'll be fine," I assured her. "But I guess I'm gonna have to walk. At least until I get a new car." I knitted my eyebrows in confusion as a big grin appeared on her face.

"Actually," she started, "I don't think that's going to be a problem." She glanced quickly at my befuddled face and let out a chuckle.

"You'll see in a moment."

I looked out the window at all the houses passing by us. There were some kids on the street, playing "Catch" with a blue and white basketball. Some people were mowing their lawns. And some teenagers just sat on the sidewalk hanging out. It was weird to think that maybe in a few months, I would be joining them.

Before I knew it, we were in the driveway, my mother already getting out of the shiny, black car. I opened the door and walked over to the back seat for my bags, looking around the neighborhood once more.

My mother opened the garage and turned to me, that giant smile making a reappearance on her face. "Look inside," she said happily. She took a few steps inside the garage and patted her right hand on an old Chevy truck. "What do you think?"

I stared blankly at the truck. "Is that mine?" I asked stupidly. The truck seemed to be in good condition, but it was obvious that it was pretty ancient. "How old is it?" I finally tore my gaze off the truck to look at my mother.

"I bought it from my friend Kenneth Danforth for a very good price. He did a lot of work on it before selling it to me. I think he got it in 1984," she answered, still admiring the truck.

"Did he get it new?" I asked, studying the truck.

"Actually, I think he told me it was from the early sixties or late fifties. I'm not good at remembering stuff like that," she admitted, finally taking for eyes off the truck for a second to glance at my expression. "Do you like it?" she asked.

I nodded, walking up to her to give her a hug. "I love it. Thanks Mami!" I took one last look at the truck before grabbing my bags and following my mother inside the house, closing the garage door.

My mother walked into the kitchen, glancing back at me when I joined her. "Are you hungry?" she asked me, turning on the stove.

I shook my no. "I'm fine," I answered with a polite smile. "I think I'll just grab a drink of water and maybe take a nap. It was a pretty long flight." I stretched my arms for effect and grabbed a bottle of water before rushing to the stairs. I opened the door to my room and looked around. I had left my bags in the middle of the room before going downstairs to the kitchen.

"I'm home," I whispered sadly.

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A/N - Okay how was that? A little short, I know. Guys, I understand if you're too lazy to review. But if no one reviews, how am I supposed to know if anyone liked it? If I don't get any reviews, I'm simply going to delete the story(feeling a little hurt, of course) and think nobody was interested. So if guys want me to continue, please let me know by reviewing!

Laters!

xo Gaby