"Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending"

"Not all stories have happy endings." You said. "This is one of them."

So Much for My Happy Ending

"Dang it, I'm late." Thought a certain twenty-one year old Troy Bolton as he rushed down the hallway to the front desk of the building he was in. The lady at the desk looked up when she heard the footsteps rushing down the hall. She was just about to yell at whoever it was until she saw who rounded the corner.

She smiled. "You're late, Mr. Bolton."

Troy slowed to a walk as he grinned at that red head behind the desk. "Laura, we've known each other for over two years, it's Troy. Just Troy, okay?"

She nodded. "Of course, Troy."

"So has there been any development with her?"

Laura's smile faded as she shook her head. "I'm so sorry, Troy. But there hasn't been anything new in months. She is still confused as to where she is and who she is and what happened to her. We've done everything for her and I'm not sure there is much more we can do."

Troy frowned but nodded. "If y'all done your best, then its okay. Is she up to having guests today?"

"Yea, she's up for it. I wish there was something more I could do for you."

"Me too, but what is done is done." Troy moved around the desk and walked down another hallway that he had memorized like the back of his hand. He had been here so many times in the past few years that he'd gotten real comfortable and real familiar with the staff and the building. He stopped almost automatically at the door number 63 and walked in. It was a regular hospital room: the bed, the chairs along side the wall, and everything else, but what made the room special was the person lying in the bed. In the bed was the girl Troy had loved since he was young but hadn't truly fallen in love with her until they were seventeen.

It hurt Troy to see the woman he loved so much hurt and in a hospital bed, but it was what was best for her at the moment. If he had a choice, she would have been at home with him, but it wasn't his choice. Not much of what had happened in the past which had put her in that bed had been his choice. He had tried to do everything he could to make sure nothing happened to her, but he couldn't win against what fate wanted.

Yes he was grateful that she wasn't dead. Yes he was grateful that she was alive. He was so happy that he got to see her living and breathing everyday, but he was still hurt. Hurt that though he got to see her, she didn't see him. She was awake yes, but she didn't know him. She didn't know who he was or what they had been through the years before. She didn't know? No, she just didn't remember. Amnesia will do that to you.

Troy walked deeper into the room and saw that she was up in the bed, reading a magazine about fashion and other stuff. She didn't notice him in the room until he pulled up a chair to her bed. She looked up at him and smiled a little bit.

"Hi there. It's Troy, right?"

He smiled; she hadn't remembered the time before. "Yea, that's right. How are you feeling today, Sharpay?" Troy said.

"I'm good." She moved a piece of how long blonde hair away from her face as she sat down the magazine.

"What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, just reading a magazine that Nurse Walker gave me. It's really interesting."

"That's good. What else have you been doing?"

"Well, I've been trying to remember stuff from before I came into this hospital. The doctor wants me to at least try to remember because it's important that I do because people need me."

"True. How's that going?"

"Okay I guess. I remember a little bit."

Troy's blue eyes brightened. "What do you remember?"

"I remember a lot of stuff from when I was little. I remember my mom and my dad and having a brother. I think his name is Owen or something like that."

"Ryan, your twin brother's name is Ryan."

"Oh! So I do have a brother! When can I see him? I don't remember much of what he looks like."

Troy's face grew sullen. "Um, I don't think that's a good idea at the moment."

"Why not?" She asked, a little sad.

"Nothing that you need to know until you remember. But have you remembered anything else?"

Sharpay thought for a second before shaking her head. "Nope, not really. Why? Is there something important that I should remember, Troy?" She added on when she saw his face.

"No, not really." He shook his head, but she saw the sadness spread across his face.

"Troy, please be straight with me here. You are the only other person I get to see other than the nurses and doctors that work here and I really want to know why. "

Troy sighed. He knew this day would come sooner or later. "The reason I'm the only one who gets to see you is because you're my wife Sharpay."

She stared at him with confusion and surprise. "I'm your wife? We're married?" She went on with out waiting for him to answer. "But if we are married how come I can't remember anything about you or our relationship? Why can't I remember anything about us?"

"Because of an accident that happened a few years ago."

"Tell me what happened."

"It was a very long time ago and it's a very long story. You might not want to hear it."

"I have a whole lot of time to waste and I really do want to hear it. Please, tell me about our past."

Troy looked at her for a long time before nodding. "I'll tell you everything you need to know, and I just hope that you remember as I explain." He sat back in his uncomfortable hospital chair and prepared for a long talk.

"Well, it all started back our junior year at East High, home of the famous Wildcats. My car had broken down and your car was my taxi…"

A/N: This is a new story I'm trying out so tell me what you think about it.

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