Author's Note: Here's chapter one of You Get Me! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Games

Haylie Anderson giggled as she hid in the coat closet. It was no ordinary Thursday afternoon, and Ryan Evans obviously knew that.

"Come on, Haylie! I don't time have for this!" he stated, and Haylie shook her head, while grinning broadly.

"Of course you do! Just come and find me!" she said.

"I have to bring you home at a decent time, or else your mother is going to kill me." Ryan explained, and Haylie shook her head.

"She won't. I promise. Just follow my voice." Haylie insisted, and she heard Ryan sighed.

"Alright."

She heard his footsteps getting closer to her, and she shierked when Ryan opened the door, and grabbed her by the waist, kissing her the cheek.

"What were doing?" Ryan asked as he finally get go of her, and Haylie smiled.

"Hiding." she said simply, and Ryan nodded, closing the coat closet, while her a smile of his own.

"Well, come on."

"What's the rush? My mom isn't excepting me home yet. Let's play another game."

Ryan shook his head at her as he looked at her.

"No. I promised your mother."

"Please, Ryan? It'll only be a few minutes." Haylie said, and she knew Ryan to give in.

"Fine. What's the game?" he asked, and Haylie leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, and she tore off running, while laughing.

"Haylie!" Ryan called. "What's the name of the game?"

"Kissing tag!" Haylie called back.

"But we don't have--"

"Just catch me!" Haylie shouted, and she saw Ryan running after her, smiling.

After several minutes of chasing her around the house, Ryan managed to catch her by the couch, and pulled her on top of him, kissing her on the lips.

"Okay, okay! You win." Haylie stated, and Ryan smiled.

"Good. I always seem to win at the games you evented."

Haylie sat up as she smiled at him.

"You do not."

"Sure I do. Like you always win at my games. Remember the Grape Fight?" Ryan asked her, and Haylie laughed.

"Of course I do! That was so much fun." Haylie responded as she snuggled up to him, and Ryan smiled.

"Were not at your house...were at mine. The cooks keep the grapes under lock and key." Ryan responded.

"We can the Grape Fight when were at my house." Haylie replied, and Ryan laughed.

"Will your mother let us have another Grape Fight, though? She looked sort of...I don't know..." Ryan said, and Haylie looked up at him.

"She's always like that when she feels rushed. Don't worry about it." Haylie responded as Ryan kissed the top of her head.

"Then I won't. If my mom ever knew we did that, she'd have a fit, and probably fire one of the cooks for not being too careful." Ryan commented, and Haylie widen her eyes.

Mrs. Evans was probably one of the relaxed people she knew.

She would never fire one of her own staff...or would she?

"Your mother wouldn't fire any of them...would she?" she asked, and Ryan nodded.

"If they aren't doing their job properly, she has too. That's the way the cookie crumbles." Ryan explained, and Haylie grinned.

"I guess...I just can't see your mother doing that. Your father, though..."

"Once you get past the work antic, he's a pretty nice guy, I guess. When he's home, he tries to get into a conversation with me and Sharpay. Once, he asked about you." Ryan replied, and Haylie raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah."

For all she knew, the only Evans family member (besides the siblings) who liked her was Mrs. Evans. Mr. Evans never really met her, because he was always with his family, Troy, and Chad, who were caddying the Evans family at the Lava Springs.

"Oh...that's interesting." Haylie recalled, and Ryan nodded, giving her a smile.

"He seemed interested in the fact that you've been in theater." Ryan stated, and Haylie smiled.

"Oh...that's good." Haylie said shortly, and Ryan frowned.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing." Haylie stated, getting down from the couch, and Ryan trailed after her.

"No. I must have said something to upset you." Ryan explained, and Haylie turned to look ar him.

"You said nothing...I'm just tired." Haylie explained, but Ryan was still frowning.

"Okay. But, are you sure?" Ryan asked.

"I'm sure." Haylie reminded him, and Ryan grinned.

"Alright. I won't force you to tell..."

Before Haylie knew it, Ryan almost carrying her back to the couch, and sat her, and leaned into tickle.

"Wait...no! That tickles!" Haylie said, and Ryan grinned.

"Well, you won't tell me why your upset!" Ryan stated as he kissed her on th forhead, and leaned back against the couch, while Haylie sat up straight.

"I never really met your dad...properly, of course." Haylie said, and Ryan's face lit up.

"How about coming over to dinner? Dad's about to arrive home."

"Really? I can come over? Are you sure?" Haylie asked, and Ryan laughed.

"I'm sure. If Sharpay can bring home Zeke, I can bring you to dinner. My dad will love you, I'm sure." Ryan said, and got up from the couch, and Haylie did as well.

"Alright. Just tell me when." she explained, and Ryan looked at the clock that was behind her.

"Come on. Your mother is going to be steamed."

"Why do you care?" Haylie asked as they went outside to get inside Ryan's car.

"Because I do. If anything bad happens to you, your mother will have my head." Ryan explained, and Haylie laughed.

"She will not have your head. My mother's been like that since Mackenize started to drive me untill I gotten my permit...now she's on my tail as well." Haylie replied, and Ryan smiled.

"Well, you don't drive. You have a boyfriend who drives you everywhere."

"You know, you don't have to do this! People are calling me Sharpay and a slavedriver!"

"So, ignore them. I do this because I care." Ryan commented.

"Yeah...too much!" Haylie stated, and Ryan shook his head as he backed out of the Evans' driveway.