Disclaimer: Really, HSM does not belong to me.
Her handwriting was small and neat and slanted to the right. They covered the paper like a series of neat little ants, each fitting in perfectly with the other. The message they conveyed was expressed politely and with a hint of apprehension and hesitation.
Troy, I know we haven't been friends for a very long time, but I really like you. I know it's unusual for a girl to be the one doing this but I am asking you, will you go to the ball with me? - Gabriella
Her handwriting was showy, cursive. It beautifully looped and danced across her specially monogrammed paper, announcing to the rest of the world what she wanted to express. The message they conveyed was straight to the point, no beating about the bush for her, this was her girl who knew what she wanted.
Bolton, for some inexplicable reason, you seemed to have forgotten to ask me to the ball. But no worries, I have decided to be kind and ask you to the ball. So show up at my house at eight this Saturday, and please, don't wear that moss green tie, it makes you look like you have a plant sprouting out of your chest.
Troy Bolton stood nervously outside the house waiting for the door to open. He glanced at his watch, it was 8:20. Had she decided to ditch him and go to the ball with someone else? But it was she who had asked him out, how could she ditch him now? She couldn't do that, could she? He gulped nervously and automatically loosened his tie.
Finally the door swung open and she appeared, dressed in a dazzling light pink dress that showed of her curves in all the right areas. She looked beautiful, not that she didn't look beautiful everyday, but today she was absolutely glowing. He wondered how he looked standing next to her, probably like someone who had gotten his clothes at the Salvation Army.
"You look more beautiful than ever," He said, reaching out to hold her hand.
"You look...good too." She stammered, taking his hand and flashing a rather forced smile at him.
"Really?" He asked with a hint of suspicion.
"No...I mean yes...No ...Yes...No...I don't know!" She cried out.
"You think I look hideous, don't you? You don't have to lie" He said, smiling. He knew he didn't have a good taste when it came to clothes.
She look visibly relieved, "I wanted to lie because you've been such a good boyfriend for the past year but now that you said it's ok, I am free to tell the truth. You suit is okay, a bit too big for you, but you'll grow into it by next year's ball." she glanced up at him accusingly, "And be sure you don't forget to ask me out again"
"Yes, mam." He replied, giving her a mock salute.
She tried to hold back a smile and continued, "Anyway, your suit is fine, but your tie, Mr Bolton, is..."
"Not moss green?" He added nervously, he had borrowed one of his dad's ties which was yellow in colour.
"Yes, but it's...a little too strong, " Sharpay said, trying to find a way to make her words seen less harsh, "But no worries, we'll go tie shopping after the ball."
Troy Bolton looked at his tie, it did seem a little too dazzling. He took it off with one hand and loosened his upper button. He grinned at her, "Better? It's a casual ball after all."
She smile and this time it was genuine, "You learn fast, Mr Bolton, you learn fast."
In case some of you are confused, Troy and Sharpay have been secretly dating and they are going to annouce it to the whole of East High tanight by going to the ball together. This is why Gabriella still asks Troy to the ball as she doesn't know Troy is dating Sharpay.