Hello everyone! Let's go over the basics:
No, I DO NOT own High School Musical, Gawd, stop trying to rub it in my face. But I DO own Ashlyn, Sharpay's henchmen-I MEAN… sidekick.
Let's see, what else…
Oh yeah, this is rated T as in TEEN, so yeah, figure that one out on your own. Rated T as in TEEN for language and MAYBE sexual references (But don't worry, nothing like, "I'll take you to the Candyshop" sexual.)
So… you wanna get started?
"Hey, You've reached Sharpay's cell. As you can see, I'm not here right now. So when you hear that ah-nnoying beep, leave your message. But don't feel bad if I can't get back to you, I'm REALLY busy."
Beep.
"Hey, Sharpay, it's Zeke. I know you're on vacation and everything, but, you know, call me. I-if you can. 'Kay, talk to you later."
"Oh my gosh, he called you AGAIN?" Ashlyn took my Sidekick from my hands, scrolling over my messages, "Talk. About. Desperate." She clucked her tongue and sat back in her sun chair, sliding her sunglasses over her face.
I snatched back my Sidekick. "Not THAT desperate."
"Mm-hmmm…" I could see her eyes roll behind her shades. "That was like, the FOURTH time?"
I gave up, sitting back in my chair. I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked out across the pool area. "This place is sooooo boring." I groaned. "We should've gone to a public pool."
"Ew." Ashlyn grimaced. "What's wrong with my pool? It's quiet." She crawled out of her chair and dove into the deep end for emphasis. A few seconds later, she surfaced. "And not to mention, clean."
I dove in after her. "So what do you think I should do about Zeke?" I asked Ashlyn, holding onto the edge of the pool.
"You said that you broke up, right?" she pinched her nose and tilted her head to one side to empty her ears of water, "So just ignore him." she shrugged, pulling herself out of the water.
"Ignore him? Simple as that?" I pulled out after her, my legs dangling over the edge, splashing water.
She nodded, wringing out her honey blonde hair. (courtesy of her mother's hair dresser) "He'll have to understand sooner or later."
"Hold on, why am I asking YOU?" I laughed. "You go to PRIVATE school. All the boys there are sissies. East High is like… the total opposite." I pulled my wet hair over my shoulder. "And Zeke is…"
"What about Zeke? You make him seem like SUCH a dork?" her statement sounded like an obvious question.
"Zeke is like… the KING. Well, along with his friends." I shrugged.
"FORGET about Zeke." Ashlyn ordered. "We're on summer vacation. Geez, no need to drag me down with your stupid boy troubles. We're here in the Hamptons for one reason only."
"Spend time together?" I offered.
"NO, we're here to HOOK UP, duh!" she playfully pushed my shoulder, sending me over the edge of the pool and back into the water with a plop. I heard the water pulse around me as she jumped in after me. We laughed as we resurfaced.
"SPEAKING of hookups." Ashlyn elbowed me as a guy rolled by on a lawnmower right past the pool gates. He was too busy sending grins in our direction that he didn't notice a huge bush he was about to crash into.
"Wait…" my heart skipped two beats…
That was TROY BOLTON riding that lawnmower!
"TROY?" I screeched over the roar of the engine. He looked at me with wide surprised eyes.
"You KNOW him?" Ashlyn asked me excitedly.
Suddenly, we heard a sputtering noise. We looked back to Troy to see that he had crashed into the bush. His motor was grinding on the leaves, destroying the entire motor. He jumped out of the mower as it began climbing the bush.
Ashlyn smothered a laugh next to me.
And over the dying motor, you could still hear Troy shout, "Shit!"
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