Okay, this is my first HSM fanfic, so please be nice! lol! Just to make sure ya know, the sentences in italics are the character's thoughts, the pairing will be a bit of Troyella at the beginning, but mainly Troypay. Would be nice to get some feedback, so just let me know whatcha think!
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical, unfortunately! It's just one of my muses.
He opened the room door without pausing for thought, a mistake he soon realised when he heard the girlish shriek from inside.
"Jeeezus!" quickly slamming the door shut again, Troy stood in the hallway, face now matching the maroon wallpaper he leant against. With his eyes screwed tightly shut he banged his head against the wall, banishing the image of a bare-chested Sharpay from his mind.
"Sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in there," he mumbled through the closed door, eyes still wrenched together. I am such an idiot!
Sharpay hadn't yet moved from where she'd frozen, but a bikini top was now messily hanging around her, completing the swimsuit, and cold hands were working on the blush of her cheeks. She pushed her embarrassment away, marching stoutly, hoping her knees would stop shaking, and rammed forward the wooden doorhandle.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock?" she spat. But no sooner had the scold left her lips that she faltered; she hadn't expected him to be standing so close! She'd almost caught his face with the door… almost. An angry stare was her intention but she could feel it slipping as she looked over the body in front of her. He had clearly just left the poolside; his hair soaked and ruffled, a drop of water fell off his fringe and ran down the bridge of his nose. He let it reach his top lip and then he licked it off… oh god! A white t-shirt clung to his wet torso, every muscle defined… why did he have to wear white?! She shook herself and snapped up her chin. If there was ever a time to make use of her acting talent, it was now!
Troy shifted on his feet, carefully choosing where to look, eyes locked above her nose.
"I… I'm sorry," was all he could manage. Pathetic!
He rubbed the back of his neck and bounced his gaze between her forehead and the wallpaper, unable to form words. They stood for a more-than-awkward silent second before Sharpay cleared her throat, hands on hips.
"Just make sure there's no need for an apology next time."
He looked at her in the eyes then, and raised his brow.
"Meaning don't forget to knock first!" she elaborated, glaring. Then she returned to the bedroom.
As the door was closing on him, Troy spotted his target lying on the floor by the window and impulsively put his foot in the doorframe, stepping inside. Man, you are pushing it now… he cringed, wanting to turn and leave, but it was too late. Before Sharpay could say anything, he cut her short.
"I just.." he stuttered, nodding toward the window, "I need my towel."
She rolled her eyes at him. And then down him. Following the water droplets to his feet. The lucky little drops…
"Sharpay?" he broke her reverie. She put on a face, and complained,
"You're getting the floor all wet!"
"Well will you move aside then? So I can get my towel and get outta here?!" he sighed, he would have moved her himself, but it was too early after the… incident for bodily contact just yet. She scoffed and sat on one of the beds. The door slammed shut as a breeze blew in from the window, and the teenagers both jumped at the sound.
"And would you shut the window? I don't want it to be cold when I get back," Sharpay added, none too nicely, lying down on the duvet.
"Back?" he glanced at her, but then forced his eyes away. Cheeks aflame. Does she have to lay like that?
"Yes, from the pool?"she twirled her finger around a strand of hair.
"Oh yeah, right." Troy kept his head down until he reached the window. He grabbed the frame and pushed…and struggled to close it. It took three attempts, so when he finally succeeded he grinned to himself, and flexed his back muscles, picking up his towel. Then another shriek.
Sharpay leapt off the bed and ran towards the window, but instinct told Troy to back away. An embroidered cushion then caught his eye,
"Hey!" he cried, "that's my bed you were laying on!" but was drowned out by Sharpay's shriller voice.
"And my bra you were trying to walk off with!"
He coloured again… what?? Sure enough, Sharpay pulled a black lace bra from the folds of his towel. She waved it in front of his eyes, he stumbled backward - a bed breaking his fall. He clamped his eyes shut again.
"I didn't know it was in there!" he was totally disarmed. Why buy guns when lace bras will do the trick just as well… he thought.
"That had better not be a smirk on your face, Bolton!"
"I'm just gonna go!" he stood quickly and brushed past her, and his arm brushed against her. She shivered but he hadn't noticed; concentrating only on his beeline towards the safe side of the door. He shut it with his back when he got there, and shrugged the heat away. Enough embarrassment for one day…
Sharpay stood in the bedroom, cursing her stomach for the butterflies it now housed. I thought I was supposed to be over this! She looked at Troy's bed, his duvet dented with her silhouette, fighting with the "be my valentine" cushion Gabriella had made, for the right to be on there. She shook the heat off her body and straightened the duvet cover. This is going to be the longest school trip of my life!