December 31, 2007
11:50 pm
Bolton Residence
Can this night get any better? Sharpay Evans thought silently, brushing her denim mini skirt down and twirling around in circles. She loved tonight… she loved the time. The last 10 minutes of 2007 were going to be focused on one person only: Troy Bolton.
Sharpay purposely twirled into Troy Bolton, who was dancing with his girlfriend Gabriella Montez.
Gabriella gave Sharpay a snarl and crossed her arms over her chest. Sharpay shoved in front of her, smiling at Troy.
"Hey Troy."
"Hi, Sharpay. Can I dance with Gabriella?"
"Why her? You have me right in front of you. Besides, she's so far off," Sharpay said, pushing Gabriella backwards further more without keeping her brown little eyes off Troy. Gabriella scoffed, rolled her eyes, and went to the punch bowl.
"Gabriella!" Troy yelled, but he made no attempt to go get Gabby.
"So, how's your New Years Eve going?""Good, I guess."
Sharpay squealed with delight. "Yay!"
"Yay."
"Hmm… you don't seem to be having fun. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Ok… but I'm here you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Ok. Toodles!" Sharpay waved to Troy and went to the punch bowl. She took a glass and held the cup to her lips when Troy came over and smelled the punch. Sharpay was just about to drink it when Troy smashed the cup down, getting it all over Sharpay's outfit.
"TROY!" Sharpay screamed. "YOU GOT IT ALL OVER MY OUTFIT!"
"Listen Sharpay…"
"No, YOU LISTEN! I PAID 400 BUCKS FOR THIS! AND NOW–"
"It's not punch."
"What?"
"Someone spiked it."
"Oh… thanks for telling me."
Troy chuckled a bit. Then the crowd burst out numbers, counting down the New Year. "FIVE…"
"Kiss me Troy," said Sharpay.
"FOUR…"
"What?" Troy asked.
"THREE…"
"Just do it."
"TWO…"
"But Sharpay I–"
"ONE! HAPPY–"
Sharpay moved closer to Troy.
"NEW–"
Troy's arms wrapped around Sharpay's waist as her arms wrapped around his neck.
"YEAR!"
Slowly, but gently, Sharpay kissed Troy. And there was Gabriella, in the crowd, crossing her arms and shaking her head, demanding an explanation.