Some of this story maybe a bit over the top and not realistic; but it was some of my friends ideas xD
Sharpay's View.
After a long hard morning shopping, I decided Abercromie and Fitch was my last shop to go in. There was a great hoodie in there prefect for the gym.
I paid and stopped before for door and popped my purse back into my bag I looked outside and the rain hammering down onto the pavement. Great! A good day turning shit.
I popped out my umbrella and put it up. I started to walk out the porch of the shop when I tripped over some tramp on the floor, falling straight into a gaggle of nuns standing talking about stuff on the pavement. I was slightly embarrassed about knocking down some religious people, but I said sorry and a hand reached to help me up.
"Here, have a hand." The tramp said.
"Err, thanks." I took his hand and helped myself up. "So, you got anything to say to me?" I said.
"Err, what did you buy?" he replied.
"Ugh. Sorry??! God, you remind me of someone from high school. Stuck up bastard."
"Really? Cause you've always been the same old bitch since high school, Sharpay."
What? He knows me? I looked closer into his face, behind his tacky beard, there he stood. My high school crush.
"Troy?" I whispered.
"Yep, nice to know you thought I was a bastard. Rumours you actually liked me." I winked at me. How did he know? "Guess those rumours were wrong." He swung around on his heel and started to walk away, but I couldn't let him.
"Troy, wait. Those rumours might have been true, but at this precise moment you're not as fit as I would have hoped." I grinned at him and he smirked back.
"Have to dash, I need to find a shower somewhere!" he laughed.
"Listen, come back to my penthouse and borrow mine, and I have a shaver one of my ex's left behind, you can used that to get rid of that hair round your mouth."
We both laughed and climbed into a cab that drove our back to mine.
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The cab stopped outside the iron gates to my gorgeous house. Across 3 floors and 32 rooms, I live here on my own, it gets kinda lonely sometimes. So, I just go out about spend my Daddy's money.
We hopped out the cab and walked to my front door.
"So, there's a bathroom through there, toilet, basin, and a shower/bath, and I'll go and grab that shaver for you."
I watched him walk into the bathroom, and the door shut. He wouldn't be more than an hour, surely.
I ran up two flights of stairs to the bathroom I rarely used, and got out the shaver from the corner unit and ran back down. I placed it on the coffee table in the back lounge, and walked through to the kitchen. I turned on the kettle, and grab two cups from the cupboard, and a letter flew out and landed on the floor.
Mr. J. Jonas
Perfect Princess Retreat
South State St
NY
I stood there confused. Why was there a letter for my ex in my cupboard? He must have died over a year ago.
I opened it to find out more.
Mr Jonas;
Your results show you have cancer of the lung. Please call and book an appointment as soon as possible.
He knew? He knew he was going to die? I slid to the floor in despair, letting out a small, quiet sob so Troy didn't hear.
"Shar?"
I quickly shot up and dried my eyes. "I'm fine." I faintly smiled.
"You sure?" Troy consoled me.
"Yeah, the shavers on the coffee table through there." I said
"Great, thanks Shar." Troy gave me a warm smile and walked through to the back lounge and back to the downstairs bathroom.
I stood there staring at this letter, gobsmacked that Joe didn't tell me that he knew he was gonna die.
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One hour passed. Then two. Then three and Troy never emerged from the bathroom. I went to see what was taking so long.
"Troy? You ok in there?"
No reply.
"Troy? I'm coming in."
"No! Please!" He shouted at I opened the door.
He sat there next to the toilet.
"Shar, I can explain!" he said.
I shut the door and ran to the kitchen sink, retching, heavily breathing.
"Shar, really, I can explain!" Troy whimpered behind me.
"Why? How? When? Why would you, Troy?" A bunch of questions were circling around my head.
"You don't need me dropping problems on you. I better go."
Before I could say a word, he left, but I wanted answers.
I started to run after him, but I didn't know what direction he went in, but I thought he'd travel towards the town centre where he was before when I bumped into him.
I hailed for a taxi when I was on the outskirts of town centre, the first time I've ever set foot in one ever before.
"High Street, please?" I asked. I guessed that was the right thing to say.
"Alright love." The taxi driver said from the front.
I sat through traffic and when we were moving, it was the most bumpiest ride ever. Then I saw him, climbing into the deserted Woolworths.
"Stop!" I shouted, I climbed out and ran towards the deserted shop. I banged on the wooden planks on the door, calling his name.
"TROY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
I backed up onto the pavement, again embarrassing myself by backing up into the same gaggle of nuns I did earlier.
"I'm terribly sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today."
"That's ok, what seems to be troubling you?" The leader said.
"Well, Sister …"
"Doris."
"Sister Doris, there's a old friend of mine inside that deserted shop and I need to … ask what his troubles are and why it happened."
"Oh, right, my dear." She walked up to the wooden plank for a door and stood there, humming some religious stuff.
The door slowly opened, and there Troy stood, looking half smart, half rough.
"Troy, talk to me, please." I pleaded.
He bought out his hand to help me through the doorway.
When I walked in, I was shocked. There was a torch in the corner lighting up part of the room, a couple of cushions and a piece of fabric on the floor. Had this been his home?
"Troy, how have you been living like this? It's damp and horrible in here. How long?"
"How long you got?" he replied
"As long as you need." I said as I sat next to him.
"It started when we left for college. I went to a basketball academy and I was still going out with Gabriella. When I graduated, we got a nice house with some money our parents put together, then we in a bit of trouble. Our mortgage payment was due, but our parents wouldn't help us, so we had to pay it ourselves. So we got into stealing, then Gabi got into drugs. Wrong crowd and everything, but then she got me involved. So I was spending all my money on drugs and nothing was left for my mortgage. Gabi left with what was left of our money and went off with Zeke. Then I got evicted and my parents wouldn't take me back cause of my drug problem. So I've been living here for about 5 months now."
I sat there, astonished. How could he have been here for 5 months?
"I have plenty of spare room, if you want one?" I asked.
"I couldn't do that to you. You don't want me ruining your life."
"I have no-one else there, I'm on my own, and my life is ruined anyway."
Troy drew himself closer. "I'm sure it's not bad, or tragic."
Troy comforted me. I felt vulnerable.
He tipped my head up to face him, as his face drew closer and closer.
Our lips melted into each others.
My high school dream came true.
Troy's view; Chapter 2
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