AN: So here is a twoshot for you guys. This was a random idea that's been floating around in my head for awhile. It was inspired by the song, "Sadie Hawkins Dance" by Relient K, which I highly recommend listening to. I hope you enjoy this. Leave me your thoughts. The next chapter should be up within the week.
(Thanks to Kaitlin for her input and ideas in this story!)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from HSM or the song by Relient K.
A Night to Remember
Troy Bolton walked into the doors of East High Monday morning to see the school seemingly covered in pink flyers. As he walked down the hallway, he glanced at the lockers lining the hall. Not a single one was without the bright pink flyer. Rolling his eyes, he continued on his way to his locker. The students at East High could be a little over the top at times concerning school events, and this one was obviously no exception. Finally reaching his destination, his eyes focused on the paper taped crookedly to his locker. While setting his backpack on the floor, Troy reached out and pulled the flyer off his locker, reading over the advertisement for the first time.
Sadie Hawkins Dance
When: Friday September 14th at 8:00 pm
Where: Lava Springs Country Club
The cost is ten dollars per person.
-Girls don't forget to ask your guy before it's too late!-
Contact Sharpay Evans for details at 458-2176
Troy opened his locker and carelessly tossed the now slightly crumpled up paper inside. Quickly grabbing his books and shoving them in his bag, he closed his locker and headed on the somewhat familiar walk to his homeroom.
He had just moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico one month earlier from Seattle, Washington. His dad, a high school basketball coach for fifteen years, had been offered the head coaching position at the University of Albuquerque. So Troy left all his friends, his life in Seattle, and moved down to New Mexico, two weeks before starting school at East High. Aside from missing his close friends on the basketball team, and the weather in Seattle, Troy was growing accustomed to life in Albuquerque.
Troy pushed open the door to his homeroom class and made his way to his seat. He smiled and pounded fists with the guy sitting directly behind him, Chad Danforth. Chad was the first person to befriend Troy at East High. The two had been paired up for a history assignment the second day at school. Quickly recognizing their many similarities like their love for basketball, pizza, and Guitar Hero, the two developed a friendship.
Troy brought his attention to the front of the classroom as his teacher, Ms. Darbus, entered the classroom and stood up front. He laughed to himself at her orange floral dress and her large rimmed black glasses that were edging their way down her nose as she stared at the basketball sitting on Chad's desk.
"Mr. Danforth!"
"Yes ma'am?" Chad asked in a mock sweet voice, earning chuckles from his classmates, who quieted in an instance after Ms. Darbus sent them a stern glare.
"I believe we have talked before that your sports gear should remain out of my sight during this class. Have we not?"
"We have talked about it. But can I make a suggestion Ms. Darbus?" She glared at him, but he didn't get the hint. "If you don't look in my direction, you won't see my basketball sitting on my desk. Then we won't have any problems," Chad finished, shrugging innocently.
"Detention Mr. Danforth! And put away your soccer ball for the last time!"
"It's a basketball ma'am," Chad said, fading off towards the end seeing Ms. Darbus' glare.
"Now if you are finished Mr. Danforth, I'd like to bring up Miss Evans to start our announcements for the day."
Troy and Chad simultaneously rolled their eyes as they looked back to see Sharpay skipping up the aisle towards the front of the classroom, dressed in a pink mini-skirt and a sparkling silver blouse, a wide smile plastered on her face.
Chad leaned forward in his seat. "This day just keeps getting better," Chad muttered under his breath to Troy. "Ow!" Chad screamed as Sharpay stomped on his foot with her pink heels while walking by.
"I heard that Danforth." Sharpay hurried to the front of the classroom.
"Thank you Ms. Darbus," she said turning to her teacher before returning her attention to the class. "Okay fellow wildcats," she began as she clapped her hands excitedly a few times.
Troy rolled his eyes while sinking further into his seat. He had only been at East High for a few weeks, but he had already pegged Sharpay as way too perky for him. His first day after parking his car, she pulled up next to him in her pink mustang. After finding out he was a new student, she went on to tell him all about her involvement in the drama club. Five minutes later, after hearing all about the upcoming first performance of the year, she had repeatedly begged him to come, not taking 'no' for an answer. Needless to say, since that moment, he had steered clear of Sharpay Evans.
"So this upcoming Friday is the first dance of the year. I'm sure you all saw the flyers, but I will pass around more just in case. The dance is Sadie Hawkins, so that means us girls get to do the asking."
Troy chuckled to himself as Chad cleared his throat. "Um, excuse me? Quick question."
"What Chad?" Sharpay groaned.
"So you're saying that I can't ask a girl, correct?" Chad smirked knowing that this was getting on her nerves, and loving every second of it.
"No Danforth. You cannot. Are you finished now? I'd like to finish my announcement, uninterrupted." Sharpay raised her eyebrows questioningly at Chad, who nodded while smirking at her, much to her annoyance.
"Good. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…," she paused to send a glare in Chad's direction who just grinned in response. "The Sadie Hawkins Dance is this Friday night at 8:00 pm, at the Lava Springs Country Club. We have rented out the banquet hall for the evening, and it will be decorated and look fabulous, if I do say so myself. So remember…get your tickets! And girls…ask those guys! Toodles!" Sharpay smiled and waved at the class before returning to her seat.
Minutes later after Ms. Darbus had finished the morning announcements, the bell rang signaling the end of homeroom. Troy walked out of the classroom and down the hall towards his first period history class along with Chad.
The two were walking behind a group of girls who were talking non-stop about the dace.
"Are you going?"
"Who are you gonna ask?"
"Oh, he's SO hot."
"What are you going to wear?"
Troy and Chad looked at each other and chuckled at the group of girls whose mouths were going a million miles an hour as they pushed open the bathroom door, still squealing about the upcoming dance.
"So dude, you're going to Sadie Hawkins yeah?" Chad asked while dribbling his basketball.
"Why, you want to know what I'm going to wear?" Troy joked.
"No, but seriously," Chad said after he stopped laughing. "You gonna go?"
"Uh, I don't really know. I doubt it."
Chad raised his eyebrows. "What? Why not? You have to go. Everyone goes to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. It's one of the most anticipated events of the year."
Troy shrugged. "I haven't been asked yet, and I don't think it's gonna happen. No one really knows me here, yet." Troy glanced to the side as he continued towards first period, and his eyes fell on a petite brunette putting her books in her locker. While he was walking by her, her dark brown eyes met his light blue ones, and the two shared a small grin.
"Whatever man. Don't let that hold you back. I'm sure you'll have a date by the end of the week." Chad encouraged him as they neared their first period.
"You have a date yet?" Troy asked standing in the doorway of the classroom. The two were so absorbed in their conversation that they didn't see Sharpay trying to squeeze in between them to get in the classroom.
Moments after hearing her huff in annoyance, Troy laughed as Chad let out a squeal.
"Freakin woman! Why'd you pinch me?"
"Because Afro-boy, you were standing in the middle of the doorway. Move next time!" Sharpay stared at him before brushing past him. Chad grabbed her arm gently as she was walking by.
"Don't knock the afro. You know you love it," Chad said quietly to her, smirking. Sharpay rolled her eyes, and loosened his grip on her arm before walking towards her seat.
Troy turned to Chad. "Dude, are you guys always at each other's throats?"
Chad shrugged. "What can I say? I like to get her all flustered." Chad smirked and then continued towards his seat in the back row. "She looks cute that way," he muttered under his breath, thinking no one heard. Troy laughed to himself while taking his seat next to Chad.
A half hour later, their teacher, Mr. Thompson, had almost put the entire class to sleep with his monotone lecture on the start of the Civil War. Troy looked to his left, tapping his pencil on his desk to stay awake, and chuckled to himself seeing Chad dead asleep, face down on his history notes, with drool dripping out of his mouth.
"And that concludes our lecture on the events that led up to the Civil War," Mr. Thompson said, as those awake in the class breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay class. For the remainder of the period, I want you each to come up to the front of the class, and in two minutes share something that was interesting to you about the Civil War that you learned from today's lecture. I'll give you a few minutes to prepare something before we begin."
Troy hurriedly scanned over his notes, trying to figure out what he would say. Cursing himself for not taking better notes, Troy flipped open his book and quickly jotted down a few notes.
The teacher cleared his throat from the front of the class, gaining Troy's attention. "Okay, let's begin with…," Mr. Thompson trailed off, his eyes scanning the room, the students avoiding eye contact hoping they wouldn't be picked. "Mr. Danforth. You can start us off."
Troy glanced to his left to see Chad still fast asleep on his desk.
"Chad!" Troy whispered harshly.
"Mr. Danforth?"
"Chad!" Troy said a little louder, while kicking Chad under the desk.
"Huh? What?" Chad muttered, his head springing up from his desk, his papers attached to his face from all the drool.
"Mr. Danforth! Please come up front and start us off. We don't have all day."
"Um, yes sir, Mr. Thompson." Chad said, pulling the paper off his face and placing it on his desk. "Troy, what am I doing?" Chad whispered out of the side of his mouth.
"A two minute speech on what you learned from his lecture." Troy informed him, grinning at the scared look in Chad's eyes.
"About what?"
"The Civil War."
Chad quickly stood up and walked towards the front of the class, standing behind the podium, resting one elbow on it, and placing his head in his hand.
"Anytime you're ready Mr. Danforth."
Chad turned to look at Mr. Thompson, giving him a nod and a thumbs up before returning his attention to his classmates.
"The Civil War. The war that was civil. It was a trying time for our nation," Chad said, struggling through the speech, willing the clock at the back of the classroom to move faster. "You know, all those taxes on tea, and people just coming over from England. I mean, they couldn't have their afternoon tea! They couldn't afford it! How did George Washington allow all of this?"
Troy put his head down on his desk, grimacing as he shook his head back and forth out of pure and utter embarrassment for his friend.
"Excuse me, Mr. Danforth," Mr. Thompson interrupted.
"Yes Mr. Thompson?"
"George Washington wasn't alive, let alone President, during the Civil War. And, the Boston Tea Party you are referring to did not occur during this time in history. Would you like to try again? Please share what you learned from today's lecture."
Chad looked around at his classmates, stopping to look at Troy who was holding up his history book, pointing to pictures trying to help out Chad.
"Ummm….," Chad said, squinting trying to make out some type of information to go off of.
"We are running out of time Mr. Danforth."
Chad sighed, frustrated. "Look, what I learned from today's lecture is that next time I fall asleep in class, I shouldn't do so on my notes because now I have drool all over them, and my neck hurts from the angle I was laying," Chad added, stretching his neck as he grimaced. "Next time, I think I'll bring a pillow."
Chad smiled and gave a little bow as snickers and a few claps were heard throughout the room. Avoiding making eye contact with his teacher, Chad quickly slipped into his seat.
"Alright class…that is an example of what not to do. Mr. Danforth," he said, Chad finally looking up. "That's a detention."
Chad groaned and slammed his head down on his desk.
"Okay, next. Miss Santos."
Troy gave Chad an apologetic look, shrugging his shoulders, before quickly scratching down some more notes on what he would say.
"….and that's what I believe was one of the major factors leading to the Civil War." Troy finished his speech, giving a small smile at the clapping throughout the room, while venturing back to his seat.
"Thank you Mr. Bolton. And finally, Miss Evans."
Troy smirked as Chad's head shot up once her name was called. Chad watched intently as Sharpay nervously stood behind the podium.
"Umm…so today I learned that…," Sharpay glanced over at Mr. Thompson before nervously gazing around the classroom. "Today's lecture was interesting to me because…um…," Sharpay trailed off, obviously trying to quickly formulate something to say. Troy shook his head, feeling slightly bad for her, recalling she was one of the people asleep during the lecture.
Troy turned to look at Chad as he suddenly cleared his throat and stood up. "You know what Mr. Thompson? I'd like to try one more time to share what I learned today," Chad interrupted. Troy immediately recognized this as a ploy to help Sharpay.
"Mr. Danforth sit down. You already had your chance today. Right now, you are interrupting Miss Evans."
"No really Mr. Thompson," Chad argued as he walked towards the front of the classroom. "I've been reading through some notes and the textbook, and I want a second shot at this."
Chad finally reached the podium and stood beside Sharpay, gently nudging her out of the way. Sharpay sent him a confused look filled with anger. Chad lightly touched her arm and sent her a small wink.
"Just go with it," Chad whispered quietly, placing both hands on the podium.
"Okay, hello again," Chad said, grinning at his classmates, most of whom were trying to hold back their laughter. "So today I learned-,"
"Mr. Danforth! I told you once before to sit down. You are testing my patie-," Mr. Thompson paused as the bell interrupted him, the students quickly gathering their things to hurry out the door. Chad walked back to his desk and began throwing his stuff in his bag.
"Dude, you better get out of here before he gives you another detention," Troy warned Chad, while slinging his bag over his shoulder. Chad nodded and grabbed his own bag, the two hurrying out the door.
"Chad!" Troy and Chad turned around simultaneously to see Sharpay walking towards them, her silver purse in one hand and her books awkwardly under her opposite arm.
"Hey, go ahead," Chad said turning to Troy. "I'll catch up with you later."
Troy nodded, exchanging a handshake and fist pound with Chad before continuing down the halls.
Chad smiled at Sharpay once she caught up to him. "Here, let me take that," Chad offered. He grabbed her books that were threatening to fall and held them in one hand.
"Thanks," Sharpay said once the two started walking once again.
"No problem, they looked like they were gonna fall. I mean, I could see either your purse or your books were going to fall. And I couldn't be seen carrying a purse, let alone one with that many sparkles. I mean seriously Evans, where did you get that thing? It looks like you and your purse both fell into a box of glitter."
Chad laughed, dodging Sharpay as she reached up to smack the back of his head. She huffed in annoyance and Chad sent her a small smirk.
"Whatever Danforth. Anyways, I was saying 'thanks' for helping me out in there as well. I had no clue what to say, and Mr. Thompson was just glaring at me. I've never been so nervous."
"Well hey, no problem. He already hates me and gave me detention anyways for my speech, so I figured it couldn't get much worse."
"Well thank you. I can't believe I fell asleep. I guess I haven't gotten much sleep this week since I've been busy getting things ready for Friday," Sharpay admitted as the two stopped by her locker.
"How's that been going by the way?" Chad asked, handing her a few of her books, while she placed them in her locker. Chad rolled his eyes at the pink wallpaper she had placed in her locker and the silver glittery stars littering the wallpaper.
"Fabulous! The decorations should be here by Wednesday, and I will be busy doing that all Wednesday night. Food and everything else is good."
"So who did you ask?" Chad questioned, leaning against the locker next to hers.
Sharpay turned to look at him and quickly looked away as their eyes met. "Umm, I haven't asked anyone yet."
"Why not? Do you have someone in mind, or are you going solo?"
"Of course I have someone in mind Danforth. I mean, I can't be dateless. Me? Dateless!? You must have taken one too many basketballs to your afro-covered head."
Chad grinned. "So then why haven't you asked the guy yet?" Sharpay shrugged. "Does he already have a girlfriend?"
"No! Chad, why would you ask that?" Sharpay scolded while slapping his arm.
"Just checking," Chad muttered, trying to suppress a smile. "Okay…hmm…I'm gonna figure out who this guy is."
"Why do you care?"
Chad smiled. "Because Evans, I'm a curious guy." Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Alright, let's see…is he in our year?" Sharpay nodded. "Good…that'd be sad if you had your eyes on a freshman."
Chad laughed at Sharpay whose jaw was dropped. She swiped at him again, hitting him twice on his upper arm.
"Okay, okay!" Chad held up his hands in surrender. "Is he in the drama club?"
"Nope."
"Scholastic Decatholon team?"
"Eww no." Chad laughed.
"Is he an athlete?" Sharpay nodded. "Sweet! Okay…um…are you two friends?"
Sharpay looked up at Chad. "Yeah, you could call us that."
"Football team?" Sharpay shook her head. "Soccer? Baseball? Swim?"
"No, no, and NO."
"So that leaves the basketball team. There are only four guys in our year on the team….," Chad thought out loud, still not figuring it out, much to Sharpay's annoyance. "Zeke?" Sharpay shook her head. "Matthews?"
"That scrawny little kid?" Sharpay asked with a disgusted look.
"Well that leaves Jason."
"Whoa no! No way."
"Did I miss something? Is there someone I'm not thinking of?"
"You're dumber than I thought Danforth." Chad sent her a playful glare.
"Well who else is there?"
"You." Sharpay muttered under her breath.
"Huh?"
"You, afro-boy! I was gonna ask you!"
Chad beamed. "Really?"
Sharpay nodded, while grinning. She placed one hand on his chest, just below his shoulder, and leaned up, softly brushing her lips against his.
Chad's eyes fluttered open a few moments later as they both pulled away, sharing a smile. Chad smirked and quickly wiped at his face with the hand that wasn't holding her waist.
"Aw man! Did you get glitter on me?" Chad joked looking down at his hand.
Sharpay quickly brought her hand up, smacking the side of his head and sending him a playful glare. "You never gave me an answer Danforth."
"Sorry, I was distracted," Chad muttered, still wiping at his mouth, trying to get any remaining glitter off.
"Chad Danforth!" Sharpay yelled. "You never gave me an answ-," Sharpay was cut off as Chad brought his head down, gently capturing her lips with his.
Chad smiled, pulling away only to lean his forehead against hers. "Yes."
A large smile formed on both of their faces.
"Walk me to class?" Sharpay asked. Chad nodded in response.
Chad raised his eyebrows as Sharpay grabbed three books out of her locker and piled them into Chad's arms.
"Thank you!" She said excitedly, leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek, before pulling his arm heading towards her class.
Troy sat in his second period English class flipping his pencil around while glancing at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. Hearing someone sit down beside him, he glanced to his right and smiled as he saw the brunette girl from earlier take a seat next to him. She looked up and smiled at him while putting her books on her desk.
"Hi," she said softly. Troy smiled, hearing her voice for the first time.
"Hey."
"Can I ask you a favor?" She asked, turning slightly in her desk to face him.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I was sick last Friday and I didn't get a copy of the study guide for Wednesday's test. Do you think I could-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Troy had already flipped open his binder and handed her his paper with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks," she said, blushing slightly as their eyes met and they shared another smile.
"No problem," Troy told her, watching as she read over the paper quickly. Troy returned his focus to the front of the classroom, but still took a few glances out of the corner of his eye at her. He had never before met a girl he was so mesmerized with—a girl who he'd only spoken to for thirty seconds and a girl whose name he didn't even know.
Troy heard the classroom door open and moments later saw Chad walk in the room with Sharpay on his arm. His jaw dropped in shock as he saw Sharpay lean up and give Chad a kiss on the cheek. Chad got a dreamy look on his face while watching Sharpay walk off to her seat before walking over and taking a seat on Troy's left.
Troy watched in amusement at Chad's lovestruck look.
"Dude, what was that?" Troy asked bringing Chad out of his thoughts.
"What?" Chad shrugged trying to avoid the subject, but continuing once Troy raised his eyebrows. "Oh, Sharpay asked me to Sadie Hawkins." Chad told him, unable to hide his smile.
"Never would I have guessed that the two people who are always at each other's throats would be going together." Troy shook his head amused.
"We have a special relationship."
"Apparently," Troy chuckled as the bell rang. He felt a paper fall on his desk, and turned to his right to see the brunette smiling at him.
"Thanks," she mouthed to him.
"Welcome," Troy whispered back, winking at her while smiling, causing her to blush. Troy put his paper back in his folder and began taking notes from the teacher's lecture.
Troy threw his books into his locker after third period and grabbed out his sack lunch before heading towards Chad's locker. He rolled his eyes hearing Chad and Sharpay playfully bicker back and forth—their own way of flirting.
"Hey man," Troy greeted, effectively stopping the flirting. "Ready for lunch?"
Chad shifted nervously. "Um actually, I told Sharpay I'd help her find some costumes for the upcoming performance."
"You mean you two are going to make out in the costume closet?" Chad and Sharpay simultaneously blushed, causing Troy to get a disgusted look on his face. "Um, okay. I'll see you later."
"Troy, wait," Chad said, grabbing his shoulder. "You have a date yet?" Troy shook his head. "Dude, sit at the jock table. One of those cheerleaders is bound to ask you."
"Nah, that's okay man. I don't really want to sit there by myself. I don't know anyone that well."
"So? Don't you want a date?" Chad pushed. "Dude, didn't you have any girlfriends in Seattle?"
Troy shook his head. "Nope. I was too focused on school and basketball."
Chad rolled his eyes. "Just sit there man. You don't want to be the third wheel with me and Sharpay do you?"
"Fine." Troy muttered, making his way towards the cafeteria.
He took a deep breath as he spotted the jock table. When he finally reached the table, he tossed his lunchbag on the table and took a seat next to a couple of cheerleaders who were animatedly talking to one another. Troy tried to avoid making eye contact, but he could tell they were staring at him.
"So," one began scooting closer to him. "What's your name?"
Troy swallowed his peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he was quickly eating. "Troy," he told them after he finished swallowing.
"So Troy, you going to Sadie Hawkins?"
Troy shifted away from the blonde girl slightly, shaking his head.
"That's too bad. You know-," the girl paused looking up at someone standing behind Troy.
Troy turned his head, hearing someone cleared their throat.
"You do know you are sitting in my seat, talking to my girlfriend right?" Troy shook his head at the guy who he recognized as the football captain. "I suggest you move."
Troy grabbed his lunch and stood up, all too happy to get away anyways. Troy made his way back to his locker, deciding he'd study for his English test while finishing his lunch. After grabbing his notebook, he peered inside to make sure his study guide was still in there. He was about to close his notebook, when his eyes caught something written in the corner of the paper that wasn't in his handwriting. He set his lunch down and pulled the paper out, letting his eyes read over what was written.
"Be my date to Sadie Hawkins?"
Troy smiled, realizing the brunette from his English class had written that when she borrowed his paper. Slipping the paper back in his notebook, he decided he would definitely talk to the girl the next time he saw her. He grabbed his lunch and shut his locker and then took off towards the front of the school.
Pushing open the doors, Troy felt a huge smile erupt on his face. Sitting on the ledge of the fountain was the brunette girl on his mind, a book in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. Troy slowly walked down the steps and made his way towards her.
The moment Troy sat down next to her, she looked up from her book and smiled shyly at him.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" Troy grinned as she nodded. He pulled out his bottle of water and a bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies.
"Sure. Why aren't you in the cafeteria, if you don't mind me asking?"
"My friend ditched me today, and I felt too uncomfortable sitting at the table we normally do alone with a bunch of kids I don't know. What about you?" Troy asked, pulling out an extra chocolate chip cookie and handing it to her. She gently took the cookie, muttering a shy 'thank you.'
"I always come out here," she told him, reaching her hand back to dip it in the water from the fountain. "It's more peaceful."
"You're right. It is," Troy agreed. Troy dipped his own hand in the cool water, still mesmerized by the girl sitting next to him—her long dark brown curls that her beautiful dark brown eyes, her petite figure covered by a simple dark green tank top and skinny jeans, and her sweet, graceful vibe he could feel from her just sitting next to her.
"I'm Troy," he said, extending one hand in her direction. Shyly, she placed her own small hand inside his larger one and shook it gently.
"Gabriella." Troy smiled at her beautiful name, repeating it multiple times in his own head. "So thanks again for letting me borrow your study guide today."
"You're welcome. I hope it helped."
"It did." She grinned. "Have you studied anymore today?"
Troy recognized that she was trying to bring up the note she had left him on his paper. "Nah, not yet. I was planning to look over the study guide again tonight."
"Ah, okay."
"Well I'd better go get my stuff for my next class. Thanks for letting me eat lunch with you Gabriella," Troy said, using her name for the first time.
"You're welcome Troy."
Troy smiled and gathered up his stuff before standing up. He took a few steps away and then turned back around to face her.
"You know," he said getting her attention. "I did look over it though a few minutes ago…"
"Yeah?"
Troy nodded. "My answer is yes."
"Really?" Gabriella smiled causing a huge grin to form on Troy's face.
"Really. I'd love to be your date."
Just then, the bell rang signaling that it was time to go to class.
"I'll see you later?" Troy asked.
Gabriella nodded in response. Troy smiled and waved before walking towards the front steps.
"Hey Troy?" Gabriella called out, prompting Troy to turn around.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Troy grinned, waving once more in her direction, before darting up the steps towards the front door. He reached his locker and pulled out the pink flyer, taping it up to the back of his locker with a grin, not being able to wipe the huge smile off his face.
I hope you like it so far. Next part will be up soon!