I am in no way affiliated with Disney or High School Musical. Please review, first HSM fic. Yes, it's twincest. Flame away, I don't really care. "He" at the beginning is obviously Troy, "He" in the second para is obviously Ryan. She is obviously Sharpay. Just thought I'd point that out because no one reads ANs so they're gonna be like "I'M SO CONFUSED!!1!1!23
She is laying there, asleep, oblivious. She is dreaming. In her dream, she is onstage, and everyone is looking at her with admiration. She is a queen. He is looking at her in the audience: he loves her, she can see that in his eyes. He is all that she wanted -- and in her dream, he loves her. In her dream, everything is perfect, just right. She is loved by the object of her affections, Gabriella is out of the picture, and all is right. Perfect, and in place, just as Sharpay has always dreamed it to be.
He is creeping in -- silent, hardly daring to breathe. The first rays of sun are just touching the room -- how is his timing so perfect? He goes to the edge of her bed, and stares down at her angel-like figure. For this one moment, he is able to pretend she is actually an angel. His angel. With her blonde hair sprawled out in a perfectly rumpled mess, her full lips perfectly poised, her hands above her head. As he stands there, looking down at the girl he has spent his life with since birth, the true magnificance of the situation he was dealing with suddenly hits him: he can never have her. The ties between them are too great, the time between them spent to long. He unconsiously finds himself backing away -- the beatiful scene before him has twisted itself into a horrorific, sad, dismal scene in which the grief he felt hit him in waves and he found he could no longer spend any time in the room.
Something has happened to the girl's dream. It is blurring before her: what is that? Where did Troy go? The girl frowned slightly in her sleep as the dream refocoused itself. She is not alone on the stage: Ryan is with her. The dream is fading; Sharpay tries desperately to hold on to the wisp of the dream, but she can't. All she can do is watch as it fades slowly away on her twin's grief-stricken face.