Hey guys! Here's my newest story, a series of One-shots. I thought it was an awesome idea!

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December 31, 2006

11:43 PM

"This is disgusting..." Sharpay laughed as another glass of punch burned the back of her throat. The sweet, tropical part of the punch in her hand tasted fine, but it was almost as if something had been added. Something naughty. She giggled again, bringing the plastic cup to her lips. She twirled around on her platform, the kitchen table, earning looks from some of her classmates. "... that I couldn't see... you were always there beside me..." she muttered, and continued to laugh inwardly, at nothing in particular. Her cup of punch suddenly slipped from her fingers, and the contents dumped on an unfortunate girl below. "Whoops! Sorry!" she giggled, bringing her hand over her mouth to supress laughter.

"This dress cost three hundred dollars!" the dark-haired girl below her screeched, reaching for napkins and desperately dabbing at her ruined purple strapless dress. Red punch stained the front of her chest and soaked the part in her hair. But Sharpay had lost interest. She continued to mutter parts of her favorite song.

"Hi, Troy!" Sharpay called. Just outside of the kitchen, Troy casually looked up from his conversation with Gabriella to see an obviously tipsy blonde spinning around on Chad's kitchen table. She suddenly blew him a kiss, but Troy was too confused to look away. It was Sharpay.

"She's making a fool of herself..." Gabriella shook her head in disapproval as Sharpay slipped off of the table and made a beeline for the punchbowl...again. "Who spiked the punchbowl?" Troy had an idea of who it was, but was still lost on the fact that Sharpay had actually fallen into such a stupid trap. He gawked as she tilted her blonde head back and downed another plastic cup of punch, then casually tossed the glass behind her. Where was Ryan in all of this? "Look... I'll talk to you later, okay?" Gabriella mysteriously mixed in with the rest of their school crowd.

"Ten minutes to the New Year, man..." Chad's hand spun Troy around, but his brown eyes were still focused on the watch on his wrist. "This is going to be the best year..." but he didn't get to finish his sentence. He looked up and past Troy's shoulder to see Sharpay belting out off-key notes, another plastic cup in hand, on his kitchen table. "What is she doing?" Chad hastened towards the kitchen. Troy was right at his heels. Chad didn't bother to coax her down from her mini-stage. He turned to his best friend. "You've got to get her out of here, Troy." he stated.

Troy didn't let the words penetrate. His brows knit together in confusion. "She's not my problem. Why not get the fag to do it?" he snapped, not regretting his word choice.

"Come on, Troy... I've got to stay here. It's my party, you know." he pleaded. Troy thought it over, which was rather difficult considering the loud singing that was beating down on his ear. He ran a hand through his sun-kissed brown hair and sighed, just as Sharpay's singing stopped so she could take another sip of toxic punch. "Eight minutes to the New Year." Troy sighed once more in defeat. "Great!" Chad perked up. "Just... stash her in my room. Bring her out when the party's over." Chad explained, feeling no sympathy towards his best friend.

"You owe me." Troy shook his head and grabbed Sharpay's wrist. She squealed and giggled, letting her plastic up drop to the floor. "Come on, Sharpay..." he groaned. She covered the warm hand wrapped around her wrist with her hand and tilted her head to the right.

"Where are you taking me?" the masked scent of alcohol stained her mouth. She screamed as Troy wrapped his arms around her waist and nonchalantly pulled her over his shoulder. Her fists pounded against his back, but she couldn't help but laugh as Troy bounded towards Chad's staircase.

December 31, 2006

11:56 PM

Troy repeatedly let his head slam against Chad's door as Sharpay examined her pricy outfit in Chad's full length mirror. "This dress is ugly." she stated, snapping the black halter strap the tied behind her neck. Troy looked up for a split second and looked Sharpay over. She really had to be drunk if she thought that the velvet material smoothing over her slender body made her look ugly. "Ouch." she winced in the mirror and braced her temples in her hands. "I don't feel to good..." she slurred, crumpling to her knees.

"Are you okay?" he made his way over to her, resting his hand on the small of her back. Her unfocused brown eyes tried their hardest to stare into his blue ones when she pulled her face out of her hands. Suddenly, an eruption of shouting came from downstairs. They were counting off to the New Year. Troy sighed, knowing that he was missing all of the fun, and that one special kiss he was supposed to share with Gabriella. It had been one year since they had actually met.

Still finding himself lost in Sharpay's shifty brown eyes, Troy almost didn't hear her next words. "Gabriella's cheating on you, you know." Not one emotion mingled in her voice. "With Ryan." Troy's eyes widened at the news. Wasn't Ryan gay? Gabriella's sudden disappearance and Ryan's absense from the party all began to make sense. Sharpay noticed Troy's shocked, hurt expression. "Oh, shit, I wasn't supposed to tell you that!"

The crowd downstairs was reaching its last numbers. "Four... three... two..." Sharpay groaned and held her head again. "...one..." And it was officially the New Year. Only ten seconds into 2007, and Troy was already hating it. He had just found out that his girlfriend was cheating on him. With Ryan! And to top it off, he was stuck in a room with the drunken Ice Queen and couldn't believe that he thought she looked sexy!

"Don't tell him I told you..." Sharpay gave him playful eyes and forcefully pressed one of her index fingers to his lips. "He'll... he'll kill me. And he'll hate me. Just like everybody else." Troy couldn't believe that Sharpay was pouring her heart out to him, and he was feeling sorry for himself. "You probably hate me too, don't you Troy?" she asked simply, stumbling to her feet, trying to gain her balance.

Troy followed, catching her around the waist right before she crashed back to the hardwood. "Happy New Year!" she cackled, throwing her arms around Troy's neck and dancing to the slow music in her head. But it was actually her heartbeat. "You have pretty eyes..." she whispered, finding herself closing the small space between them.

"Sharpay, I..." he started, not knowing what to do next. It was almost as if they were frozen in place, his hands planted against the black velvet, and her fingers playing with the fine hairs on the nape of his neck. She gave him the brightest smile she could, considering her tipsy circumstances. "...I don't. I don't think I hate you..."

"Well good!" she snickered as their noses touched. Soon enough, the alcohol wasn't a scent filling his nostrils, but a taste on his lips. A sweet taste. Their bodies pressed together as the fresh time of the New Year froze around them. Troy couldn't help but think that he was sort of taking advantage of the poor girl. He was hurting, she was drunk, and a perfect opportunity was standing there in three-inch heels. This was the first time that Troy had pulled away from a kiss and had forgotten his own name.

"Sharpay..." But she wasn't paying attention any longer. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself onto Chad's bed. She crooked her index finger, beckoning Troy to come with her. He couldn't. But he could. But he couldn't. But he could...

"I'm glad you don't hate me, Troy." she stated, her head resting on his chest and her eyes staring out into the 2007-year-old sky.

January 1st, 2007

10:23 AM

"Stop... screaming..." Sharpay muttered as her name thundered down on her. But Troy was actually whispering softly in her ear. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, and her next instinct was to bat the air, hoping to erase her name from the atmosphere so she could fall back into sleep. Sharpay's hand violently collided with the side of his face, and he instantly yelped.

He was the sober one. He would have to be the one to remind her of the previous night's events. The intoxication. The kidnapping. The kiss. The aftermath. He gently shook her by the shoulders, begging her to wake up. But to Sharpay, the gentle shaking was making her insides churn horribly. She let her eyelashes flutter open gently, and the morning sun beamed behind Troy angellically. "Are... are you God?" she asked incredulously. She shifted into an upright position and immediately grabbed her pounding head. It was actually Troy Bolton. Close enough. Sharpay looked at the word 'hangover' in a new light. She was about ready to kill herself. Anything to stop the pain.

Troy chuckled just as the bedroom door swung open, revealing Chad. He froze mid-yawn and gawked. "Oh, mygod!" he shouted, making Sharpay wince and soothe her temples. Chad apologized, but kept his eyes fiercely on Troy. He immediately pulled his best friend to a sideline to lecture him. "What? You? Sharpay? My bedroom?"

"Nothing happened, Chad." Troy assured him and glanced over his shoulder to see Sharpay helplessly roll out of bed and crash to the floor. one her stomach, her roaming hands found one of her shoes. "I swear." But his pair of eyes found the hem of Sharpay's knee-lenght skirt and noticed how it was riding just above her underwear label as she struggled to reach for her other shoe without having to actually open her eyes. "I'm going to take her home..." he noticed the suspicious look he was getting from Chad. "I swore!" Chad immediately backed off and let his friend guide Sharpay through his bedroom door, her shoes in his hand. "This doesn't leave your house. Got it?" he waited for a promise from Chad. But all he got was a laugh from Chad and another groan from Sharpay.

January 2nd, 2007

Noon

Sharpay was shocked to find Troy Bolton at her front door. The fact that she was standing before him in a pink tracksuit with unbrushed hair made her lose all of her confidence. "Hi." she said quietly. She still hadn't been filled in on everything that had happened on New Year's Eve, but she felt that Troy had discovered a lot. "What's going on?"

All Troy could answer with was, "A lot." Sharpay gave him a puzzled look. She knew about the kiss and the hangover, but that was about it. Had she told him a deep dark secret? "Sharpay, you told me about Ryan and Gabriella and..." That was enough to send Sharpay into cardiac arrest. She brought a hand to her heart and felt her heartbeat pounding against it. She couldn't believe that a few shots of something deadly had spilled Ryan's drama! Was there any more? "I... was just wondering if you wanted to know the details. It thought we could talk about it... over lunch..."

"I'll go change." she answered quickly. It was a yes. She needed to know what damage she had done...

But it wouldn't be too bad to go on a date with Troy Bolton...

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