Hello, once again this is not a fic I've been planning, but the idea appeared to me pretty much fully formed. Sharpay and Troy's dad? An unusual pairing I hear you say, yes but that's how I like em!

P.S Oh yeah I've named Troy's mum Lou-Anne, don't know why, lol.

A coach affair

Disappointment

Sharpay's POV:

Sharpay entered Casey's bar and stealing a quick glance around she was glad to see none of her dad's friends were in. They were amusing in their own way, but she wasn't in the mood to hear about how great a business man her father was or to have them flirt with her.

In fact it was pretty quiet tonight, but she always preferred it like this.

Strolling up to the bar Sharpay ordered her usual Malibu and pineapple, as usual no I.D was asked for, Tom, the bar owner knew full well her dad could have this place shut up in an instant if he dared to offend her.

She went and sat down comfortably in her favourite spot, feeling the first bit off happiness in her day as her back hit the cool leather and as she loosened her heels;

those things were killers.

Her phoned buzzed at her accusingly, sighing she flipped it open and was not surprised to see a message from Troy on there;

Hey!

Want 2 see a movie 2night?

Love youxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Angrily she snapped her phone shut and switching it off she tossed it in her bag.

Christ! Didn't that guy understand the concept of space?!

She felt suffocated with him and surprised, who knew that Troy Bolton could be so clingy?

Most of all though she felt disappointment, empty cold disappointment.

Troy, Sharpay. Sharpay, Troy.

Its what she had dreamt of schemed for years, and now?

Well now she had him, the shiny perfect golden boy, but the firsts thrills of acquiring him were fading fast.

Truth be told Troy Bolton was starting to cramp her style.

Jack's POV:

"Did you get the groceries?"

His wife's tone was icy.

"Ah damn it! Lou-Anne I swear I meant to-"

"Of course you did, just like you mean to do a lot of things Jack, that never actually happen."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

He tried to keep the anger out of his voice, but he couldn't stand it when she got like this.

"You know what I mean Jack, Jesus! I ask you to do one simple thing and you forget."

"Okay I'm sorry alright, I'll get the groceries."

There was a flash of irritation in his wife's eyes and she sighed a disappointed sigh as though he were a young child that had warn her out. Damn he hated that sigh, it was always followed by coldness through their evening.

He headed out of the kitchen and grabbed the car keys on his way.

"Don't bother with the damn groceries."

He just about heard coming from his wife's turned back.

In a depressed mood, Jack went for a drive and after deliberating a while decided to stop by Casey's bar. Perhaps some of his mates would be there. If not he would just have to drink on his own.

The latter idea bothered him though, as being on his own would mean having to think, and thinking would lead to dwelling on the unhappiness he felt in his marriage.

All marriages were meant to go through there up's and down but his felt on a permanent downer. Every thing he seemed to do was a mistake that disappointed Lou-Anne, they hardly talked anymore, just bickered.

And now it had come to arguing over damned groceries!

Well what do you think, should I carry on or let it fade into the dusty recess of uncompleted fics?