Chapter One: To Hell and Back

Ryan Evans walked to his full length mirror lifting up the collar of his black and turquoise polo. He placed a turquoise messenger hat on his head and smiled at his reflection. Then frowning, he noticed a small pink stain on the leg of his white pants. Knowing exactly who the culprit was, he rolled his eyes and stepped out of his room.

"SHARPAY!!"

"WHAT IS IT??"

Ryan grimaced at his sister's "temperamental voice". He's heard it for 18 years but he can never quite get used to it. Stopping in front of Sharpay's closed door he tried to scratch out the pink nail polish out.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my clothes!"

"What are you talking about??" She yelled back.

"There is a STAIN on my white Armani pants!" He retorted.

An awkward silence enveloped until Sharpay finally opened her door. Keeping her eyes locked with Ryan's, she gave him a disgusted look and said a simple, "Ew."

Rolling his eyes again, pointed to the stain. "My pants are not for your manicure needs!"

Sharpay groaned and turned back into her room. "Ryan I have more pressing matters to attend to!"

"Did you not hear me say ARMANI pants?"

Sharpay flipped her hair and put her hand on her hip, her back still turned to Ryan. "Do the names Michael and Alana Sawyer mean anything to you?"

Ryan felt the worry of his pants go out the window and his heart skip a beat. Quickly covering it up, he stepped into her room fully. "They're back?"

She turned to face her brother and growled. "They are not only BACK, but staying at our club for the summer!!"

"Where did you hear that?" He expertly voiced with concern.

"Mother and father! Seems they've made peace with Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer and has decided to let those TWITS stay with us!"

Ryan mirrored his sisters anger. "WHAT?? They can't do that! I mean…Alana and Michael have their own club to stay at!"

"Exactly! This whole thing is preposterous!" Sharpay looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. "…I'm going to talk to Fulton!" Without another word, she stormed out leaving Ryan in her room.

Being able to take off his mask, he could now let everything Sharpay had said register. "Michael and…Alana?" Last time he had seen Alana was a year ago. He hasn't thought of her much but he knew one thing: There was something about Alana that he couldn't quite put his finger on...

He winced as he heard their front door slam. He didn't understand how Sharpay had so much hate in her. But then again, he was just as upset as she was when they lost the District Talent Show to the pair last year.

Images of their amazing performace flashed in his mind. Michael and Alana swiftly moved through the stage as they performed ballroom dancing. They swayed perfectly together…as well as Sharpay and himself. The memory brought back the shock and envy when he relived Michael's and Alana's name being announced as the winners.

He suddenly felt sick and decided to change his pants and get a game of tennis in to relieve his anger.

"They can't do this to us, Alana! Can you talk to father??"

"Mike. There's nothing else I can do. We're staying with the Evans. It's either that or we're homeless." Alana watched her twin brother pace back and forth through her room. Reasoning with Michael was not her favorite thing.

"Why aren't you more upset about this? You hate those two…SHOWDOGS as much as I do!" Michael's face lit up with anger. His cheeks were red which stood out from his olive skin.

Alana ran her fingers through her long raven hair and sighed. "We didn't get along…but did you ever realize that it was mostly Sharpay-"

" – DON'T…mention that name to me. Both of them hated us since we beat them in the District Talent Show. I don't know why you're defending them Lana."

"I'm not! I'm just trying to make the best out of a bad situation. If we have to stay with them, we might as well be civil."

"You…" Michael paced around some more as he wagged a finger at his sister. "You…I don't…why – "

"Are you going to complete any of your sentences or keep wagging your finger at me as if I was TJ?" She nodded to their sleeping Pomeranian.

"NOT the point." He sighed and sat on her bed next to her. You're the one mother and father listen to. Why can't you talk to them for me?" Adding insult to injury, Alana softly chuckled. She had never seen her brother more pathetic.

"Because…they are already in Paris. The house is being remodeled tomorrow afternoon. Again…it's either we stay with the Evans…or eat caviar on the street." As she looked into Michael's eyes, her twin senses acted up. A sudden wave of terror filled her as she realized… Damn…we're staying with the Evans. Ryan never bothered her. In fact…she had a soft spot for the male diva. Sharpay however…let's just say she wasn't the most hospitable person in Albuquerque. She placed a reassuring hand on top of her brother's.

"As long as we have each other's support…we'll make it through hell and back."

"Yeah..." He sighed and kissed Alana's hand. "You're right. Are all your things packed?"

"Ready to go."

"I guess I better start. Go to sleep Lana." He said as he stood up.

"Good night."

"Night." He switched her lights off. "See you tomorrow bright and early for our trip to hell."

As he closed the door, Alana was left alone in the dark. The moonlight shone brightly on all the trophies her and her brother had won in the past couple of years. One stood out in particular. The one that caused the Evans vs. Sawyer debacle. Just the thought of the Evans raised her temper. A whole summer with the two showdogs? To hell they go indeed.

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