Author's Note: Surprise, surprise; I'm not dead. Just taking a break. This idea came to me while I was sitting at my computer, desperately trying to avoid writing my Sparta speech. Originally, it was planned as a Troy/Gabriella dialog. But as I progressed further and further into the piece, I realized that it worked better with a Chad/Taylor pairing. I realize that this is completely different from what I normally write, and so I'm assuming that it will also be amazingly horrible. I do not think I will be doing a continuation of All Was Lost, just because I am rather uninspired. I may, however, return to the idea again later; so if you're waiting, keep you fingers crossed that my inspiration to journey back into Sharpay's head returns.

Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical - I do believe we've been over this before... If I did, the entire movie would have consisted of Troy and Chad walking around with no shirts on, and we wouldn't have had to wait almost two years for that fateful Troy/Gabriella kiss.


Gorgonzola

"Well, that was a complete disaster."

"It wasn't that bad."

"You must be joking. That was horrible."

"It wasn't horrible."

"Yes, it was."

"God,no it wasn't."

"Oh, please, that couldn't have gone worse."

"Fine; it sucked. Let's not do this again."

"Wha-?"

"Isn't that what you want to hear? Well, isn't it?"

"No…"

"Well then what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know."

"Whoa; Taylor doesn't know something. The apocalypse is upon us!"

"Shut up. That isn't funny."

"I thought it was funny. Let's call Troy and Gabriella; they'll think it's funny. And I bet Jason would think it's funny too."

"Jason thinks that cheese was funny."

"Hey, you can't deny that Gorgonzola is funny."

"It's not; it's cheese."

"That doesn't mean it can't be funny. Plenty of things are funny that aren't alive. Like cartoons; they're funny. But they're not real or alive."

"That's different; they're drawn and animated to say and do funny things. Cheese is just cheese."

"We never agree on anything."

"That is nottrue."

"See? We just disagreed again."

"That doesn't count."

"Here we go again."

"Shut up, alright?"

"Don't tell me to shut up. You shut up."

"… Stop the car."

"What now?"

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Thank you."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm walking home."

"Taylor, you've got to be kidding."

"I'll see you on Monday."

"Get back in the car."

"No."

"Then I'm leaving."

"Fine. I'm perfectly capable of escorting myself home. I'm not a weakling."

"Do you really think I think you're stupid? Because I don't. It would be stupid of me to think that you're stupid. But it would also be stupid of you to think that I think that you're stupid."

"Chad, if I get back in the car, will you stop talking?"

"Maybe."

"Beep. Wrong answer."

"It is highly likely?"

"Why was that a question?"

"Get in the car, please?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. You're still babbling."

"Taylor…"

"I'm not getting in the car until you stop talking. So just drive away."

"I can't leave you out here all alone. You could get kidnapped and raped and murdered."

"I have mace."

"You brought mace on our date?"

"I didn't know how it was going to turn out. Obviously, bringing the mace was a wise decision, because I'm walking home. And if you don't stop pissing me off, I might use it on you."

"Just get in the car and I'll take you home and you can save your mace for a twisted pervert who actually wants to rape you."

"That is the first thing that you've said all night that makes any sense."

"Thank God. Now, please get back in the car."

"Fine. I won't like it, but I'll get back in the car."

"Alright; this is much better. Now, where do you want to go?"

"Home, Chad. I want to go home."

"That's what I thought."

"Thank you."

"…"

"…"

"Gorgonzola is pretty funny."

"Oh, my God. Stop the car again."

"No; not this time."

"If you so much as mention cheese again, I will throttle you with my bare hands."

"And throttle means…?"

"It means I am going to squeeze your neck until the air no longer gets to your lungs and you die."

"Oh. I don't think we'll be talking about cheese anymore."

"Good idea."

"Thank you. Here's your house."

"Oh. Good."

"I guess I'll…"

"You don't have to walk me to the door. My dad would probably throttle you anyway."

"That would be bad."

"For you, yes, because you would die. For my dad, yes, because he would go to prison. For me, maybe, because you wouldn't be here, and this is either good or bad."

"I resent that."

"Oh, Chaddy Waddy used a big wordy."

"That was harsh."

"That doesn't mean that it wasn't true."

"I love how you thrive off insulting me."

"It's one of my many great aspects."

"I think your dad's at the window."

"I think you're right."

"Hey, we agreed again!"

"Yes, Chad, we did."

"Sorry; I thought that would mean something."

"Sure. I'm going to go inside now. And when I do, you can go home. You don't have to sit here all night. So, goodbye."

"Bye, Taylor. Was it really that horrible?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"So you'll be here tomorrow night at seven thirty?"

"Yup. I'm bringing the movie."

"Alright, but if you make me watch The Ring again, there are going to be some serious issues."

"As long as you don't throttle me."

"Good night, Chad."


Author's Note: It was definitely not my best work. No where near being close to anything else I've written. But, I suppose, it's hard to compare something like this, something that is all dialog, to something like Let the Rain, only because Let the Rain was almost all paragraphs of narration. So, I'll have to judge my success of how hard I giggled when writing painfully corny jokes. Corny jokes that my friend, and writing adviser, happened to find funny.

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