-Unspoken Rule-
-Prologue-
When it came to most things; Sharpay didn't have to ask permission. Anything she wanted she got; if she asked you to jump, you said 'How high?'. When she told you she wanted a song, you asked 'what key?' And when she wanted you; you asked 'how far do you want to go.' (Kelsi Neilsen was no exception.)
When excatly the preformer princess decided to set her sights somewhere other than the spotlight, and onto the invisible, shrinking pianst; was hard to say; but by the tme Monday rolled around Sharpay went to school, before the janitors even came, and she wasn't looking for a song. She was looking for a song maker.
In the subtle darkness of the yellow-gray light accompianed by slow rolling melodies; Kelsi sat, fingers taking small leaps and bounds into fimilar territory; but never conquoring it.
Ironically enough it sounded like a record was broken, a fractured peice of a melody, a wrong note, the scratch scratch scratch of mistake being righted. (the needle repostioned itself) again and again and again. It was only when a unharmonious clatter of keys was followed by a gasp did a new song begin to play (Or repeat).
confident hands grabbed an insecure face and forced soft lips onto chapped lips (it was only a matter of time) "Sharpay-" The composer always tried to fit in that agurmentative lyric; before being silenced (that too was a mistake being rewritten)
"Kelsi" Sharpay would coo watching as the smaller girl trembled beneath her "I want something." She said with predatory smile. "What key?" -a shrill laugh. "Oh no. no. no" Each word further lacing itself into the bigger picture; "I don't want a song." Nonchalant. cool. shrugging flippancy she watched Kelsi's face contort into confusion and and grabbed her face; snapping it back into reality before it was too far gone. "Kelsi my dear." Each word practically screaming with aggression, as she lowered her face closer to Kelsi's ear, letting her hair cascade onto the smaller girl before whispering " I want you." (Oh so badly)
Kelsi's eyes widdened into blue saucers, like a deer in the headlight- no spotlight. (the hunted prey) before jumping from her grasp. "Sharpay!" she whispered feircely, backing herself into a wall. "I'm not- I'm striaght." (I'm not that girl either) Sharpay shrugged again "And What do you think? I'm not. Kelsi it's not about being straight or gay or inbetween. It's not even about you or me. It is what it is." and then no more words or dialouge; because sometimes language is just a prison; and life can be expressed purely through actions. (They spoke louder) Sharpay had decided enough was enough and roughly grabbed Kelsi again Capturing her lips (they had already been captured) and letting her face linger centimeters away with a smirk. "After school we have rehersal. At my house Don't be late." She said before walking away. "But you just-" Kelsi interjected before being interrupted. "I change my mind you know the fall tryouts are comming up and we can't have Gabriella getting a better part now can we? Oh and Kelsi- The low self confidence is really unattractive." She said stroking her cheek. "Toodles." And with that she was gone.
A/N: Okay so here it goes! I don't wether to contiue this so please tell me what you think. There aren't a lot of stories for this couple so I figured why not write one :)
~Kelsi