"You kissed him?"

"I did."

"Did he kiss back?"

"I-I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"It happened too fast. I think I blacked out."

"I'm proud of you."

"For blacking out?"

"For having guts. For kissing him."

"Oh. He hasn't called me."

"Listen to yourself. You sound like a girl."

"But I want him to call. We need to talk about…it."

"If 'it' means your burning want and desire for each other, you're going to be left dissatisfied."

"I mean the kiss."

"Well that's much more likely."

"You know, you're not exactly helping."

"I know. But you came to me, so you're getting my opinion."

"I don't like your opinion."

"Well…You want help? My advice is that you go up to that 'golden' boy and tell him that you want to bang his brains out. Don't run away. Wait. Hear what he has to say. At least that way, you know where you stand with the goddamn fool."

"Sharpay?"

"Chad?"

"You give pretty good advice."


So just a random little idea that came into my head this morning at school. It's short, simple and probably terrible. I just wanted to write something with Choy implications.

I hope it was liked.

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