A/N. I am seriously addicted. This is a problem! I have read every Chad Sharpay fic I can find…and I'm running out! So please please do your fanfic community a service and write Chad Sharpay stories! They're really fun. I promise……enjoy!

Shoebox of Photographs.

Prologue.

Sharpay Evans dug underneath her bed, reaching past the old underwear and long forgotten slippers.

In her frustrated state, she yelled out to her roommate, Amis.

"Aimes! Have you seen my script! I can't find it anywhere!"

"No Sharpay, I haven't seen your script because it's not mine. And I'm not your housekeeper, so I haven't been keeping track! But if I were you, I'd check the closet."

The two both had fierce personalities, and while it seemed that the two would clash, they actually had become quite close.

So when Sharpay screamed, Amis made her way over to the closet.

She found Sharpay amongst a blizzard of photographs, some still falling, and an empty shoebox in her hand.

Grabbing one that was floating from the long forgotten secret location, she wolf whistled.

"Who's the hottie?"

Sharpay snatched the photo right out of Amis's hands with a scowl on her face.

"Ex-boyfriend."

She looked down at the picture, and softened. It was Chad and her after the senior state championship game.

He was still in his uniform, and still very sweaty she remembered. She had run up to him after the game, and he had grabbed her, twirling her around in the process.

Someone, Sharpay never remembered, had taken the photo and given it to her later in the weeks after.

"If this guy's just an ex-boyfriend, then why are you hoarding all these photos like they're the latest pair of Jimmy Choo's?"

Sighing heavily, Sharpay debated whether or not she was even going to grace that with a response.

A smack on the arm led her to tell.

"We were really hot n' heavy in high school. Totally in love. Inseparable. And then high school ended. We tried to keep it up…but he was at UCLA playing basketball and I'm here in New York studying theater so we just kind of, fizzled out."

Amis, all for a good love story, immediately bombarded Sharpay with questions about this mysterious ex-boyfriend.

"Stop asking me questions! I'm really not in the mood."

Sharpay was basically growling now.

Even though Amis knew that she should back off, she honestly didn't care. So she continued to ask questions until Sharpay acknowledged some of them.

"AMIS! PLEASE SHUT UP! You can pick five photos from the box, and I will tell you about whatever pertained to our relationship from the photo. But that's it then. No more questions. No more photos."

The already on edge Sharpay Evans was almost thrown off when Amis actually said yes.

"Well have at it then, you nosy little bitch."

"You know you love me."

Then, Amis proceeded to dig through the seemingly hundreds of photos.

"Amis, it's been two fucking hours. Have you picked your photos yet?"

Sharpay had been flipping through magazines, painted her toenails, and had won the new high score on her BlackBerry's Brick Breaker game.

"Okay! I choose my last one. I have all five right here."

Amis had all five of the damn pictures fanned out.

Sighing, Sharpay took the four pictures and examined them. Shit. They were good ones.

Photo number one was of Chad and Sharpay in a performance, starring as the leads to everyone's surprise.

Photo number two was of the two of them at Sharpay's 18th birthday blowout, her in a tiara, and him holding her close.

Photo number three was their whole gang at the beach during spring break in Baja of their senior year.

Predictably enough, photo number four was at the massive graduation party the Evans had hosted.

And lastly, a picture from a few years ago, after he had been announced as the number one draft pick when the paparazzi were hot on their trail. The two were simply walking through Central Park, but neither one looked too happy.

Sharpay sighed.

Memory Lane sucks.

A/N. So I'm trying my first Chad Sharpay chapter story. Each chapter will be one of the photographs, and I don't know where it'll go after that. Please pleaseplease review! They make me happy and write faster! Haha