I know I still have two unfinished stories waiting for me, but I couldn't let the season go by without doing a holiday fanfic. This was intended to be a Corbin Bleu fic awhile back, but I thought it would work better with HSM. I would love to have it done by Christmas, but I don't know. We shall see. In the mean time, please enjoy. Merry Christmas!

loves, Creativelyyourz

DISCLAIMER: I do not own HSM.

A Gift to Remember

Chapter One-Worst Present Giver Ever

He's here! I rushed to my bedroom window at the sound of an engine roaring to a stop in the driveway. I rubbed away the frost with the palm of my hand and stared through the cleared area. The snow was still falling since earlier and had piled about two inches high, but my eyes were fixed on the car parked just below my window. The driver's door swung open and out stepped my twin brother, Ryan. Snow began to gather onto of his red fedora as he slammed the door shut. He rubbed his bare hands together before stuffing them into his trench coat and moved towards the front door.

For the past week Ryan had been on a school trip with the drama club. Mrs. Darbus created an original play where the actors would portray starving teenagers so she thought a field trip oversees would be the perfect way to gain inspiration for their characters. She could be a little extreme sometimes due to her passion for the arts. I could have also attended the trip, but I had better things to do. Besides, that's what the Internet was for. Ryan on the other hand was thrilled to go. Although I enjoyed being the only child in the house for a few days, I couldn't wait for him to get back. I was excited to see what kind of gifts he brought me.

I watched him trudge through the snow and frowned as I noticed that he didn't have any bags in hand. Maybe he brought me a small gift that could fit in his pocket. I perked back up and raced to my bedroom door.

Just as I began descending the last step of the spiral staircase, the front door opened. "Ryan!" I squealed, running into his arms. "I missed you so much."

"I doubt that," Ryan said.

I pulled away from him and beamed. "What did you get me?"

Ryan shed off his coat and hung it onto the coat hanger. "Yea, I had a great time. Thanks for asking." He sank into the sofa and let out a wearied sigh.

I waved off his sarcasm and flopped down next to him. "We can talk about that later." I gasped. "Did you get me silk from China? What about those cute little bracelets from India?"

Ryan shook his head and gave a broad smirk.

"Then what did you get me?" I pleaded, bouncing in my seat. "Come on, you know I'm not a patient person."

"I got you this." Ryan pulled out a slightly curled brochure from his pants pocket.

I took it disappointedly and looked it over. On the front was a Christmas tree with a string of lights and a glowing star at the top all before a dark blue background. I looked inside expecting a gift card or something, but there was nothing expect printed words and pictures of poor kids. "What is this?"

"It's a charity event called A Gift to Remember. People go here and drop off things like toys and clothes for those in need."

I frowned and flipped it over to the back. "What am I supposed to do with it?"

Ryan laughed. "You're supposed to go with me. Tonight. We're volunteering."

"Um, thanks but not thanks." I handed the brochure back to him. "Tonight's the Christmas party."

"Well, just in case you change your mind..." Ryan slid it back over to me.

I took it back reluctantly as our mom walked in. "Breakfast is ready."

"Great, I'm starved!" Ryan jumped to his feet and followed her towards the kitchen.

I continued to stare down at the brochure, hoping that it wasn't the only gift he was hiding in his pockets. If so, he was the worst present giver ever.

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Ryan vacuumed down his breakfast while I sat in front of him nibbling a piece of toast.

I groaned and threw the wretched tasting thing onto my plate. "I can't eat this stuff. Do you know how many calories are in that sausage."

"You used to love this stuff," Ryan said, through a mouthful of sausage.

"Yea, before I grew a brain." I got up and cleared my plate into the trash.

"Sharpay!" Ryan cried out in horror. "Don't you know that people are dying all over the world from hunger?"

I placed my hands on my hips. "And how was I supposed to give that to them? Send it via email?" I shook my head as I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"If they can't afford food, I'm sure they don't own computers," Ryan mumbled.

I cracked open my bottle and took a sip, my eyes watching Ryan. I saw the concern in his face and I started to feel bad for not supporting his new "save the world" attitude. He was always a caring guy, but why did he have to care so much.

I rolled my eyes. "Ok, fine! I'll give the food to the dog." I walked over to the trash can and looked down. I grimaced and shifted my eyes to Ryan. "Next time."

Ryan just shook his head as he chewed on a piece of pancake.

I plopped back down in front of him and placed my bottle on the table. I had my own serious issues to discuss. "So here's my Christmas list: A Louie Vuitton bag, because my old one is so last season; some new Jimmy Choo's..."

Ryan looked up at me as if I were naming items from a bargain bin. "You know there's more important things than Louie Vuitton and Jimmy Choo."

"Yea like, Coach, Manolo, Prada..." I counted on my fingers.

Ryan sighed and pushed his food about his plate. "That's not exactly what I meant."

I knew that he was starting to get frustrated with me so I pretended to be interested in him. "Well what do you want for Christmas?"

"Poverty prevention."

"What are you entering a beauty pageant?" I asked. This wasn't the Ryan I knew my whole life. Always full of energy and practically tap dancing on the table. He was so somber and gloomy, as if that trip somehow sucked out his spirit.

Ryan dropped his fork. "Seeing all of those poor kids really got to me. I want to do all that I can to help them out."

"You're not "Super Ryan," I assured him. Even if he did play a superhero in his last school production. "You can't help everyone."

"But I can help some. Starting with those in this neighborhood and you're coming with me." He pointed a forkful of scrambled eggs in my direction.

I looked away. Both from disgust and guilt. I didn't want to be selfish, but I didn't have anything to give away. What could homeless kids do with diamond earrings? Plus, I had a huge event to go to. Was I really supposed to blow it off for something I just found out about the same day?

"But what about the Christmas party?"

"Don't you think helping out at charity is more important than going to some party?" Ryan asked, a glint of passion in his eyes. Whenever Ryan was determined to do something he put his whole heart into it. Drive and determination were elements I admired, me being the same way.

I groaned.

"Ok," I muttered. "I'll be there."

"You promise?"

I thought it over for a moment. If I was going to back out, now was the time.

I studied his face and caught the sign of hope in his expression.

"Yes. I promise."

A huge grin spread across Ryan's mouth. "Great! You will never forget this."
As I stared down at my sparkling water, I thought differently. A shiny silk China scarf is something I would never forget. But since he didn't get me one, this charity thing would have to do.