I was lying on my bed. No one was here, Mom and Dad are in some foreign country and Ryan is out with some friends. I'm here all by myself poor and pathetic. God I should be out not at home moping. The door bell rings.
Who would be here I think as walk downstairs. Why are there so many stairs in this fricking house? I open the door to….Troy Bolton? What is he doing here?
"Why are you here?"
"Wow, Shar just thought you would like to have some ice cream." Troy say showing a cup of ice cream.
"What kind?"
"Midnight Truffle. You still like that right?"
"Yes." I don't care if he is Troy Bolton or not he's got my favorite ice cream.
"Okay come in"
1 hour later
"Sharpay the pizza is here."
"Okay bring it in."
So a night with Troy wasn't so bad we were watching a movie, I don't even know the name of. The ice cream was long gone and since there was nothing good to eat in the house we ordered pizza.
"Hey Sharpay why are you such a…a…ummmm"
"An ice queen"
"Yea" looking tad embarrassed.
"I don't know I guess once most of my friends left I built a wall up. That led to me being a bitch.
"Oh, I didn't know."
"Most people don't" I said kind of bitchy.
"Well this is the most fun I've had in a long time."
"Really?"
"Yes really. I had fun with Sharpay Evans." Troy starts laughing.
"Well than Troy Bolton I also had fun." I say laughing.
We keep laughing until Troy talks.
"I think we should do this every couple weeks or at least once a month."
"Yes we should." I respond
"Hey what time is it?" Troy asks.
"Almost midnight. 11:58" I say looking at my phone.
"Crap I have to get home I have basketball at 7. But we'll make plans for another one of these. Okay?"
"Yes of course, I can't wait."
"Here I'll text you tomorrow when I'm done with basketball."
"Okay I'll give you my number."
He hands me his phone and I program my number in and hand back his phone. He hugs me and then leaves. I look out the window to see him get into his truck and drive away.
Troy POV
As I sit in my truck I think about what a great night I just had. With Sharpay Evans no less. I pick up my phone from the passenger seat. 10 new texts and 6 missed calls. I check to see who their from, all from Gabriella. Gabriella, I didn't even think about her all night. I guess I'll deal with it tomorrow. I pull into my drive way and sneak into my house. I make it to my room safely. I quick change into basketball shorts and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to come way to quick.
AN: Okay this is my first HSM story and the first story I have written in a while. So sorry if it sucked please review.