Ah yes, I am back, however, not with Dear Person Whom I am Forced to Write to because...well. I've hit a snag. And if you've ever read The Game (In the Grey's Anatomy section), then you know what happens when I start posting what I haven't completely finished yet.

So. Here's my remedial teenage angst romance thing, because right now I'm obsessed with Sharpay right now. It's a series songfics, by my two musing artists, Tegan & Sara and Cursive.

Have some fun. And I hope I've kept Sharpay within the parameters of her character.

Disclaimer: Not Mine


If you're gonna get up, you might as well get up with me
If you're going downtown, I might as well be on your way

By all accounts, this shouldn't be happening. Sharpay Evans should not still be awake at one in the morning. Not even in her own room, which she isn't. In her room, that is. She was picked up from her house a few hours ago to go "see a movie" and wound up here.

And I sit all night, I sit still all night
I won't tell one soul, I won't tell one soul


They shouldn't do this. They shouldn't do this, not because it's morally wrong on so many levels (not that either of them care), but just because it's wrong.

Because they hate each other. Because at some point during the week, one of them snaps and they fight and suddenly they're...here, in a room, and it just feels so wrong afterwards.

I just can't get it straight, you see, and oh well
That distraction inside of me, oh well
I just can't get it straight, you see, and oh well

He was a blockhead basketball player. She was a self-obsessed Drama Princess. This did not set the stage for Romeo and Juliet. Maybe Pride and Prejudice. Only a more R-rated version.

He mumbles in his sleep, she notes grimly. It's all about basketball, or running, or something within ninety degrees of standing. Oh, and one instance of a gay octopus.

It's fine by you, I am fine by you
I won't tell one soul, I won't tell one soul

They should stop. They should stop, because it's wrong, she knows, it's so wrong that even the idea of OH GOD, she wasn't going to go there, because that's not wrong, because nothing that good should ever be wrong. Because when they're here, together, alone, nothing ever seems wrong. They're not mad at each other.

But when they pass each other in the halls, he winks at her (and honestly, who winks?) and turns to his friends and says something and they laugh, and she knows they're laughing at her.

She doesn't care that they laugh. Later that week, they'll meet up somewhere and he'll whisper in her ear, hushquiet, so that she almost can't hear him, that he's sorry.

And it's those times when Sharpay wishes they could tell, but telling is out of the question, because he laughs when the others are around, because she doesn't care, because it's so wrong, and even a rendition of "Breaking Free" won't save them from the fury of the crowd.

If you're going downtown, take me with you
I don't care. If I'm gonna get up, I'll just admit it
I only get up for you. If I'm gonna get up
I'll just admit it I only get up for you

Where to start? Where to end? By anyone who was counting, it could start with Twinkle Town, because people were bound to be sentimental like that, but it never starts with a huge landmark, it starts with a small thing that no one ever notices that snowballs into this, this thing that has Sharpay wondering at one in the morning about how it starts.

It actually does start with a fight, though not between them. It's between him and another girl that she prefers not to think about, though she tells herself that it's not because this girl is with him. It starts with a fight, and it ends with a pity party, and now there's just a whole lot of epilogues, and now she's feeling dirty and used. Oh, and stupid because she's just compared their...their thing to literature.

She wants to throw up, but that's only side detail, because there's nothing for her to actually throw up. She wants to know if they'll ever be free enough so that she can stay the whole night. She wants to know if he thinks about her as much as she thinks about him, whether in the blinding-hatred way that they always feel, or in the terrible-driving-need way that they find themselves in a few times a week.

She wants to know if he needs her more than he needs that girl, more than he needs a public girlfriend for his image, more than he needs a chaste relationship to keep his reputation clean. She wonders if he just keeps that girl around because he won't admit to Sharpay that he doesn't love her. Or Sharpay, for that matter. He doesn't love either of them, he's actually fallen for that really fat girl who wants to be cheerleader. But she doubts that.

If you're going downtown, if you're going downtown,

Yeah we can...Yeah we can...

He blinks, and she starts. She isn't expecting him to wake up, but then again, he isn't expecting her to stick around, so she guesses they're equal here. He mutters something about the morning, and she smiles, softly, because she knows he's doing it on purpose. She tells him that he's stupid. He snorts, but they can't say any more, because they'll get in a fight, and they can't afford to get in a fight now.

She really wants to hit him because he's caught her at one in the morning in his room, pondering the existentialisms of their twisted relationship.

He glares at her, silently ordering her out of his room and house, while she glares back, silently telling him that she doesn't want to stay here, anyway.

And Jesus Christ, she thinks to herself as she begins her walk home a few blocks away, who'd want to stay in a room with someone who talks about gay octopuses in his sleep?

Or was it gay octopi?

Chad Danforth has weird dreams.

And I sit all night, I sit still all night
I won't tell one soul, I won't tell one soul


Mmhmm. The song is called "Downtown." It's by Tegan and Sara. It's pretty much the awesome.

I have three more lined up here, one more by Tegan and Sara, and two by Cursive.

Oh, yes. Review.