Title: Cosmopolitan and Being Rudely Interrupted

Pairing: Troypay

Time: Future Fic

Author Note: Just a little nothing drabble about Troy and Sharpay one evening at home… enjoy…

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"Can you believe this?"

Sharpay rolled her eyes.

"Sharpay, are you listening to me?"

"Always, Troy."

"Then react!"

Sharpay sighed and closed the magazine, "I see that I'm totally done with Cosmo for tonight which is totally your loss, of course, but whatever."

"I'm not in the mood for one of your bits tonight."

"Good lord, Troy, what has got your panties in a bunch?!"

"This!"

"The newspaper?"

Troy nodded, reading out loud, "According to Troy Bolton, senior forward and international studies major, the game was not played up to the potential of the team."

"What's the problem, exactly?"

"You mean besides the fact that it's the worst grammar ever?"

Sharpay stood up from her chair and walked over to where her boyfriend was standing in the doorway to their kitchen. "Troy, it's really going to be okay."

"No, it's really not."

She kissed him briefly and continued past him into the kitchen. "Troy, it is not your fault that some bitch overheard you venting to me at the pub after the game. They cannot kick you off of the team for it. We've been over this since they called you for clarification last night. Also to keep in mind, you're the only one who actually scores on that team."

"But it's going to make practice painful!"

"Aw, poor, poor baby."

"You're patronizing me."

"In my best fashion."

"It's just…"

Sharpay put the water on to boil and turned back to face Troy. "I know."

He shluffed his shoulders dejectedly.

"He's going to read it."

"Yeah, I know, baby."

Troy shuffled over to Sharpay's open arms and wrapped himself in her embrace. "I just hate it. The whole mess."

She scratched his back soothingly and gave him a long, lingering kiss. "I know."

"I know that you know and I love that you know."

She smiled. "Now, you go and shower and get unbasketballed, and I'll finish dinner and then I will show you what I managed to learn from this month's Cosmo on how to torture your man without conventional torture devices before I was so rudely interrupted."

"Ooo, I'm intrigued," he grinned, planting a short kiss on her before extracting himself and making his way up the stairs to the shower.

"You should be," she yelled. "You haven't lived until you've experienced my creative use of saran wrap!"