Title: Stranded

Pairings: TroyPay (of course)

Summary: Troy and Sharpay hated each other since they can remember. But what happens when they get stranded into an island near the resort they were supposed to be having fun and meeting new people? Can they prove the saying "the more you hate, the more you love"?

This is just a short one – maybe four or five chapters long… Read and Review… ;)

I don't own High School Musical or any of its characters…

Troy Bolton hated the fact that his parents are friends to the Evans'. He loathed the fact that he'll be staying with the Evans' twins for the rest of the summer vacation. He despised the truth that he'll be sharing breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the twins' – particularly to the female twin that goes by the name of Sharpay.

Sharpay Evans has been the Ice Princess – no, for him she was the Ice Queen! – of the whole town of Albuquerque. She can erase anyone who gets in her way with just a blink of an eye. Her beautiful pink sequins and sparkles paired with her ever changing colors of contact lenses every day with her golden locks could cover up the saying "the devil wears Prada" – literally.

"She's a real devil who loves wearing Prada boots!" Troy Bolton argued with his father over breakfast, who seemed not listening one bit of his words. He took a sip of his morning coffee as his mother was serving them their breakfast.

"Now, now, Troy." His mother called from behind him while sitting opposite his direction. Troy looked up to his mother. "Don't say something rude like that; Sharpay's a sweet young lady. Both of you just needed some time to know each other better." She told him in a calm manner and sliced up the egg on her plate.

"Mom, I've known Sharpay since kindergarten and she reminds of every assassin there is on this planet." He replied with much fear on his face. "Seriously, dad." He turned to his father who is looking at the sports' section of the daily newspaper. "Do you want me to be killed over the summer?"

Mr. Bolton gazed up to him. "Son, you're over reacting." He told him and went back to reading the article about basketball.

"So, hurry up and get your things prepared. They'll be here in a couple of minutes." His mother's voice came in, almost telling him that he has no other choice than staying with the Evans' over the summer to wherever their vacation house is.

Troy's eyes widened. "They'll be here?" he asked in amazement and his mother gave out a smile and nodded. "Sharpay's coming?" once more, his mother nodded. "HERE??"

"Troy, you sounded like a retard." A cold voice coming near from where they are made Troy froze in silence. A clucking noise from the heels of her shoes was all he could hear as she made her way to his mother and kissed her cheeks. Her sparkling dress was hurting his eyes; it was so much brighter than the rays of the sun.

"Your father and I invited Sharpay and Ryan over breakfast before the three of you could go to their vacation house." His mother informed him while putting her arms around Sharpay. Troy couldn't do 

anything. He watched his mother serve two plates with breakfast as Ryan came into view at sat right next to him so he could be sitting opposite Sharpay's direction.

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"Hey, where are we going?" he asked the twins who was turning left instead of turning right down the road. "This isn't where we're going, I checked on the map last night…"

"Yeah, yeah, Bolton!" Sharpay shut him up as she gave her the deadly glare she's been giving him for the past seventeen years of his existence. "Why don't you just shut up? You're freakin' ruining my mood with your 'I checked on the map last night' shits!"

He was alone on the back seat of the car; Ryan was the one driving while Sharpay was on the passenger's seat beside Ryan. "I did not agree going on a trip to somewhere I don't know, especially with you!" he told her.

Another deadly glare from Sharpay was shot at him. "Well, I didn't want you in my summer as well, you basketball headed boy!"

"Will you please keep quiet? I couldn't concentrate on my driving." Ryan almost pleaded annoyingly.

"Then let me drive, Ryan." Sharpay's voice shifted from dangerous to sweet, as if Troy wasn't there.

Troy's pair of blue eyes grew wider in surprise. Sharpay was actually pleading her twin brother as sweetly as any five year old girl who wants a doll from Santa Claus.

"No, you can't drive, Shar." Ryan's strictness on his tone was heard all over. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. It's as if Ryan had become Sharpay and Sharpay had become Ryan. It was the weirdest thing he has seen in years. "The last car you drove was beyond repair."

"What do you mean 'beyond repair'?" Troy asked and the twins looked at him, Sharpay turning to him while Ryan's eyes were on the rearview mirror looking at his quizzical reflection.

"What do you care?" Sharpay snarled as he heard Ryan told him "She was over speeding that we both had to jump out of the car windows to save our lives."

Troy's eyes widened in horror this time while looking at Sharpay.

"I was not over speeding, Ry!" she protested.

"Two hundred fifty kilometers per hour, Shar?" Ryan shot her the glare she was giving to Troy and his eyes went back to the road. "Really, this car lasted three months thanks to me."

"This car is old, Ry." She protested, changing the topic. Troy watched the twins with much entertainment.

"This car is not old. Besides, this is the thirty-forth car we brought for the last five months since New Year 's Day and why are you changing the topic?"

"I'm not changing the topic; I'm just saying this is old."

"This is not old and we're not buying a new one."

"I want a new one!" Sharpay pouted. "I want the pink one we saw yesterday."

"You can't have it unless you learn how to drive…"

"I know how to drive, Ry." She answered at once, cutting Ryan's sentence. "You just wouldn't let me."

"…safely!" Ryan finished and Sharpay pouted.

Troy threw himself on the leather-coated seat and rested his head as the twins kept arguing. A sight of a luxurious resort came to his view as the fresh breeze of sea- water came to his nostrils.

"We're here!" Ryan declared. Suddenly, Troy seemed to be pulled back to reality. The argument of the twins has stopped and they both went out of the car. He followed them.

"Hey, how 'bout our things?" Troy called back to Ryan and Sharpay who were making their ways to the luxurious hotel. They both turned to him.

"The servants will get them on our respective rooms, of course." Sharpay answered him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She laughed a bit as if insulting him then made her way back to the hotel.

"We're staying at the penthouse, Bolton." Ryan called out to him before he entered the hotel. Sharpay was already on the elevator and Ryan was giving his car keys to one of the uniformed men in the reception area.

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The penthouse Ryan told him was like a miniature of the Evans' multi-million dollar mansion. The penthouse has three bedrooms. Troy gazed upon the pink painted walls and wonders if it's because Sharpay demanded it to be painted with pink – or because this penthouse is painted with pink that's why Sharpay demanded that they should be spending their summer here.

"So, am I supposed to have a room?" he asked at the twins – Ryan sitting on the white leathered sofa, and Sharpay standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

"No, you'll sleep in the couch." Sharpay told him and he frowned to her. She faced him and walked towards his direction. "There are three rooms in this penthouse, Bolton! What do you expect? That I'll just let you sleep in my couch and hear you snore all night long?" she barked at him.

"Okay, okay. I get it, Sharpay." He responded to her, looking worried.

Sharpay put her hands on her hips and before she could say anything, the buzzer on their door buzzed. "Get the door, Bolton." She ordered him.

Troy did what he was told to do. As soon as he opened the door, he came to face with three hotel porters in royal blue uniform. Along with them was their luggage. Troy pinned his eyes in the two pink luggages and shifted to Sharpay's direction, then back to the two pink luggages.

"This is Mister and Miss Evans'? And Mister Bolton's?" Asked one of the hotel porters.

"Uh, yeah." He responded. The hotel porter smiled and carried their luggages inside the penthouse.

As soon as their luggages were in, Ryan Evans stepped beside Troy's to sign the paper and gave the hotel porters a twenty dollar bucks each. Troy gave a frown at Ryan who just shrugged his shoulders, he started to grab his own luggage and went into the middle room to unpack.

"I'm staying near the balcony, Bolton." Sharpay informed him as she, too, was pulling her two pink luggages on the room near the balcony are. "Stay in the first room, near the entrance door." She added and shut the door of her room.

Troy sighed as he grabbed his own luggage to unpack in his own room. Unlike the pink-painted wall on the living room, the bedroom assigned to him was painted with light blue – something which reminds him of the clear sky. This bedroom was larger than his bedroom back in their town. There was a twenty-one inched flat screen television opposite his double-sized bed. On the right side of his bed, where his closet was built, was a door leading towards his own shower area. And a sliding door near his flat screen television was leading towards his own balcony. He decided to rest for a while and try to enjoy the company of the Evans twins.

"Troy!" came Ryan's voice as he was knocking on his bedroom door. "May I come in?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, Ryan. Come in." he called back.

The door swung open and revealed the blonde haired Ryan Evans. He gave a quick glance and gently closed the door behind him, making sure that no sound could be heard. Troy find it weird but he just shrug it off his head. "What is it?" he asked him.

"Uhm, listen." Ryan started, unsure whether he should tell it to Troy or not. He scratched his back as Troy waited for him to finish his sentence. "You know the new girl at school? Gabriella?" he asked and Troy couldn't figure out who this new girl is. "The girl who was picked to join the Scholastic Decathlon?" he added, hoping for a sign that Troy might remember who she was.

Troy dug deeper into his mind – and yes, he visualized the girl who was wearing a red dress during their final basketball match against West High. She was there, waving her hand as she joined the crowed of Taylor McKessie, their team captain; and Chad Danforth, the Wildcats' game tactician and his best friend as well.

"Oh, that new girl that Taylor's been hanging around with."

"Yeah, that girl." Ryan agreed with hopes on his face.

"So, what about her?" Troy asked.

Ryan scratched the back of his head once more before turning his stare to Troy. "I... I kinda like her." His words were almost soundless if only Troy didn't lean closer to him.

"What?" he laughed in disbelief. Ryan punched his arm gently and Troy stopped himself from laughing. "So, what's with that? Why are you telling that to me, Ryan? I mean, I'm obviously not Gabriella."

Ryan blushed – his white complexion was showing the natural redness on his cheeks. Troy wanted to capture the moment where Ryan Evans was showing emotions for the first time for a girl. Ryan Evans was always rumored to be a homosexual because he has never showed any emotions or interest towards the opposite gender – he has always been right beside Sharpay, his twin sister, who loves singing, acting, and dancing on stage, sometimes, even shopping.

"Well, I heard she likes you." His words sounded disappointed.

Troy became serious as soon as he have absorbed Ryan's words. "Oh. Oh, I see." Was all he could manage to say. "But I don't like her. I haven't even met her so, she's all yours." He said with confidence.

Ryan nodded. "I know. And even if she turns out to be your type, I'd still consider you as my rival." He told him. "But what I'm here for is to ask you a favor."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Truth is, Gabriella's also here that's why I begged Sharpay if we could spend our summer here." He started. "And since you're with us, and Gabriella is here too. I wonder if..." Ryan looked into Troy's direction. "I wonder if..."

"If I could help you out with Gabriella?" Troy finished for him.

Ryan nodded slowly. "Would you?"

"Yeah, sure. I could do that for you."

"Thanks, Troy."

"No problem."

Both of them planned on how Troy would introduce Ryan to Gabriella. Thankfully, Sharpay's ears were out of the walls and her eyes were shut behind the cucumber slices as she was attending her facial session in her room, listening to music with her iPod.

Unlike his relationship with Sharpay, Ryan is a more of a friendly-type. Occasionally, they talk about anything that they think would be conversational – just not around Sharpay's presence of course.

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At that night, a party was held exclusively for the members – and Troy, being a personal guest of both Ryan and Sharpay, has also been given the right to attend the party. Upon entering the cruise ship that would suppose to sail them as they party, Troy couldn't help but stare at how this simple cruise ship was made into what seemed like a Hollywood's ultimate party place for a star.

Not a single person attending the party did not go there plain and simple – they all wore diamonds! Okay, not all. Troy thought when he spotted a few who are not wearing diamonds but they still looked like wearing jewelries. Most of them.

"Clearly you wouldn't want to be just standing there, Bolton!" came Sharpay's icy cold voice as she appeared right before his eyes.

Troy looked at her with bewilderment. If Troy would describe how Sharpay looked like at that night, a 'walking disco ball' would suit her perfectly. Her mini, silver dress, is way too sparkly this time. At least she's not wearing her usual pink. He noted mentally.

"For crying out loud, Bolton!" her deadly glare is coming once again. "Will you just move? There are a lot of people who would want to party, okay!" she added. And true enough, Troy was standing just a feet away from the entrance door.

"Oh. Yeah, right." He answered as he started moving away. "Have you seen Ryan?" he asked and Sharpay shot a doubtful eyes on him. As if she was smelling something fishy. "Obviously you don't want me around you, do you?" he asked her instead upon seeing the look on her face.

Sharpay sighed. "You have a point there, Bolton." She said, making it sound as if she was congratulating him or giving him an award for having a common sense as of the moment. "He's at the 

deck. You can find him there!" she answered him finally while pointing to a hall leading to the deck of the cruise ship. "Now, leave!" she ordered and as faster than lightning, Troy vanished.

Troy searched for Ryan at the deck, and the male twin of Sharpay wasn't that hard to find. He went nearer to him. "Hey."

Ryan seemed to be startled by his sudden appearance. "H-hey."

"So, where's the girl I'm supposed to help you with?"

"There." Ryan pointed through his lips.

Troy looked at where Ryan's lips were pointing. There was a group of three girls laughing – all of them were wearing simple dresses. One of them, a white-skinned girl, was wearing an orange-colored long dress, the African-American girl was wearing yellow dress, and the girl at the middle was wearing a blue dress – each with a print of floral designs.

"Is she the one on the middle?" Troy asked him. "Because the only one who looked familiar to me is that African-American girl. She was my classmate last year."

Ryan nodded. "Yeah." He answered, looking more nervous than the last hours they spent together. "That African-American girl is Taylor McKessie, she's the Science Club president where Gabriella, the one on the middle, is part of." He explained. "And the other girl is Kelsi Nielsen. She's the Drama Club's official composer."

Troy nodded in silence, making sure that this information is stuck in his mind – at least for just this moment. "Okay, I'm going now." He told him. "Just wait here, okay?"

"Okay." Ryan replied nervously.

Troy walked towards the group of three girls. "Excuse me." He called out to their attention as soon as he was near them. They all looked up to his direction and both Kelsi and Taylor looked teasingly to Gabriella.

"Yes?" Gabriella asked, biting her lower lip in the process.

"Gabriella, right?"

"Yes." She answered in excitement.

"I was wondering," he started. "Would you like to have a drink with me?" he asked, looking as though he was begging. He used his charms – meaning the "puppy eyed technique", just so that the girl wouldn't say 'no' for an answer. "Please?" he begged.

Gabriella looked at either Kelsi or Taylor whose facial expressions were all saying 'yes! Just go and don't say no!'.

"Okay. Sure." Gabriella replied.

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"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KISS ME FOR, BOLTON?!" she screamed in anger.

"I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KISS YOU!" he defended himself.

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"I hope your sister and Troy are safe, Ry." She comforted him.

"Thanks, Gabriella." He smiled weakly while they both gazed in each others' eyes.

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