A/N: Random pointless one shot about Sharpay and Ryan sibling relationship. This is a sort of ode to my Ryan. Seeing as we always fight over the STUPIDEST things.

Enjoy!

"You're SO STUPID, Ryan!" Sharpay Evans tapped her perfectly across the granite counter top of the kitchen. "I don't even know why you choose to argue with me about this, when I clearly know that I'm right."

Ryan took of his hat and placed it down on the table. "You only think you're right because you are 'The Sharpay Evans'! GOD SHARPAY! Don't you think about ANYBODY except for yourself?!"

"Why are you so intent of winning this argument, Ryan! I know I'm right." She slammed the water bottle down onto the counter, narrowing her perfect eyes at her brother.

"Yeah, like how you were right about Troy loving you forever?" Ryan raised his hands in the air. "Okay. I admit. That was low." Sharpay's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped.

"Don't you EVER bring that up again, Ryan. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?!" Sharpay, in all her pink glory tackled her brother down to the kitchen floor. "THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR!"

Ryan pushed Sharpay off of him and saw her leaning back against the cabinet. Crying.

"Shar, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up again." She was sobbing so hard, her pink tanktop started to get wet.

"No it's not that. I broke a nail." Ryan rolled his eyes and ran upstairs returning with a pink bag filled with manicure supplies. "This is why you don't tackle me to the ground." Ryan grabbed Sharpay's hand gently and started to fix her broken nail.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. I'm a little cranky…because-"

"Because it's been 21 days since you last tackled me to the ground? Yeah, Shar, I know. You get a little cranky when your girl stuff happens." Ryan filed and smoothed the broken nail and repainted it with the bright pink the rest of her perfect little fingernails had. "Sharpay, why do you keep insisting you're right about this?"

"Ryan, just drop it. I know I'm right. I spent hours trying to memorize the freaking thing. I should know the right way to do it." Sharpay blew on her fixed nail gently. "Thanks for fixing my nail."

"I always fix your nails, Sharpay. Seeing as I'm the one who always seems to be breaking them." Ryan helped her off the kitchen floor. "Why do we do this, Sharpay? We fight, we make up, we fight some more…"

"We're fraternal twins, Ry. Shouldn't you expect us to have some kind of connection? We understand each other. That's the main reason we do everything how we do."

"You mean, like how I make your sundaes so much better than any of those guys you bring home?" Ryan said walking to the freezer and starting to get the ice cream and chocolate sauce.

"Yeah. Like that. And it's not like any guy would go to the store and buy tampons for me. Only you can do that for me, Ry." Sharpay said, sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Mainly because I'm the only one who would do that for you. Besides any of your other girlfriends of course.." Ryan scooped the ice cream into a large bowl for her and added chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry. "That's for you."

Sharpay squealed happily and dug into her ice cream sundae. "Ryan. You spell it H-u-m-u-h-u-m-u-n-u-k-a-n-u-k-a-a-p-u-a-apostrophe-a. FYI." She said with ice cream in her mouth.

"No, Shar. It's H-u-m-u-h-u-m-u-n-u-k-u-n-u-k-u-a-p-u-a-apostrophe-a. Look it up in an encyclopedia." Sharpay glared at him, pulled out her iPhone, and checked on the internet. Her eyes narrowed immensely, then glanced at the sundae sitting next to you.

"I HATE YOU, RYAN!" And with that, Sharpay threw her delicious treat right at her brothers face.