Hey guys. So, here's the prologue to a new story I'll be working on. It's the sequel (hopefully much longer sequel) to "Chronicles." So if you haven't read that, you might want to. Unless, you know, don't want this to make sense or anything. Because really, why would you?

This is inspired by the song "This Girl" by Nikki Flores, and is dedicated to my number one Sharpay/Jimmie fans: digigirl02, Mia M. Turner, and GimmeABeat.

And yes, I am working on an update for "Witch Trial." I'm sorry!! I'm just so stuck. Anyone wanna co-write it with me? Let me know. And yes, this story will get a much longer new chapter. Promise! Leave reviews!!!

This Girl

Prologue: Doodles, Wishes, and Ben & Jerry's

Slowly, with a delicate touch, her fingers grazed over his warm skin, well tanned from the New Mexico summer sun. Ever since they had met, she had always had a close attachment to his skin. She loved how gentle it felt to touch it, whether from holding hands tightly, or letting her fingers dance across it, like right now. She'd draw invisible doodles, like hearts and happy faces, or write his name in script.

"What are you doing?" Jimmie chuckled.

"Admiring what a whole summer at the beach can do to skin." Sharpay answered.

"Are you saying me skin looks totally hot now?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Jimmie, who was currently lying on his back against his grassy green backyard, turned his head to look at his girlfriend. She was lying on her side, as close to him as possible, drawing on his arm with her finger. His girlfriend – he liked the sound of that. Sharpay Evans, his girlfriend. He never thought he'd be the one to say something like that and be telling the truth at the same time. But he was.

He continued to watch her pleasure herself with the simple tickle of their skin against each other. He loved these moments they shared. Moments where they were doing absolutely nothing, and at the same time were connecting on so many levels. You'd never think it if you looked at them.

Sharpay Evans was probably the most beautiful student East High had ever seen. Glowing tan skin, flowing long blond hair, and a singing voice that could bring a tear to the eye. She was flawless in every way. Until you met her.

Jimmie Zara wasn't as lucky. He had long brown hair that was often swept in front of his eyes, a tall body his fifteen year old self didn't quite fit yet, but he had a pretty good jump shot. He was your average sophomore student. Until you met him.

Sharpay Evans had once been a tortured soul. Neglect, no love, torment, and hatred were given to her multiple times every single day. She had once felt so useless, she almost committed suicide. Deep down, Sharpay was lost. Bet you never knew that.

Jimmie Zara was once thought of as a Troy Bolton wannabe. They would tease him, mock him, tell him he was nothing more than a shadow. But Jimmie would ignore them, a positive smile never leaving his face. Deep down, Jimmie wanted nothing more than to love and be accepted for who he was. Bet you never knew that.

Though their issues and problems were different, Jimmie and Sharpay both had something in common: they were incomplete. And they never thought that problem could be fixed. They may not have realized it at the time, but when Jimmie stopped Sharpay from jumping off the school roof a few months ago, they had completed each other.

They were each other's missing halves. They gave each other what they needed. Jimmie gave Sharpay hope for the future, a reason to keep living, and pure love she never knew could exist. Sharpay gave Jimmie reassurance in all that he did, a tight hug of comfort when he remembered his sister, and that acceptance he always wanted in his life. Two of the most unlikely people were the best thing that ever happened to the other.

"Jimmie?"

"Yes beautiful?" Jimmie responded, running his finger through the thick stands of his favorite blond hair.

"What do you wish for?" Sharpay asked simply.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you wish for? Like, if you could have anything you wanted, or do something impossible, what you it be?" the high school graduate explained.

Jimmie thought a moment. To be with you forever was his intentional answer, but he held against saying it. He had a feeling she would ask for a different answer.

"I wish…I could say goodbye to my sister." Jimmie answered. Sharpay stopped her doodling, and looked at her boyfriend's face. It looked like cold stone, so still and hard. She knew it was hard for him to remember his sister. What happened to her was one of the saddest stories Sharpay had ever heard. She knew that everyday Jimmie wished his older sister was still around. She leaned over and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"I'm sorry Jimmie. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything." She whispered.

Jimmie blinked a couple of times before sighing. He wrapped his arm around Sharpay's shoulders, pulling her small frame closer to his body.

"It's okay. You didn't mean too, I know." he reassured her, "So, what's your wish?"

"Well, mine seems pretty meaningless now." Sharpay confessed.

"Nothing you say is meaningless," Jimmie said truthfully, looking into the brown eyes that he loved so intensely.

"I would wish…that I could play the guitar."

"You don't know how to play the guitar?" Jimmie asked in confusion. He thought with her performing background, guitar playing was one of the first things she learned how to do.

"No. can't strum one chord." Sharpay said sheepishly, "I always wanted to learn, but my parents weren't interested. So I've never actually learned."

"Why do you want to learn?"

"Because, as silly and stupid as it may sound, I feel like guitar is the heart and soul of music. Sure you can play other instruments, but you don't have to. All you need is a guitar to make beautiful sounds. And sure, you can sing. Trust me, I love singing. But it takes your mind away from the music being played. And besides, you can't have a number one hit single of just singing. You need music. You need that little melody in the background that reminds you there's some feeling behind what you write."

"You…are the most amazing person I have ever met, Sharpay." Jimmie said, causing his girlfriend to giggle and blush, "No, I mean it. You have the most amazing and inspiring perspective of the world. That's one of the things I love about you. The way you talk, you make it seem like anything in the world could be beautiful. How do you do that?"

"Well…because my life hasn't always been filled with happy, beautiful little things. But I want them to be. And now, thanks to you," she paused, smiling at Jimmie with lips and eyes, "they are."

"Marry me," Jimmie said, causing Sharpay to giggle uncontrollably. She lightly smacked his shoulder, before standing up.

"Come on, lazy bones. There's an entire tub of Ben and Jerry's with our names on it back in your house, and I don't want to keep them waiting any longer." Without letting him get a chance to respond, she skipped across the lawn and into the Zara home.

"I was serious," Jimmie called with a laugh. The laugh, and smile on his face, faded away when she didn't answer, too engrossed in mint chocolate chip goodness.

"I really was serious."