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"Come on, Shar, time to put on your dancing, Jimmy Choo (don't own) shoes and get ready for the prom. We're all meeting at Gabriella's house and carpooling," Ryan encouraged as he stepped inside his sister's room. " So get to moving. Let's go," he motioned waving his hand towards the door.

Sharpay, however, was perfectly stationary on her bed under her fuchsia covers, in her designer pj's, not moving an inch.

"Um, Sharpay? I don't think you realize this, but the door is over here. I don't think you'll find it under your covers," Ryan stated.

"Oh shut up, Ryan!" Sharpay shouted throwing her pillow at him.

"Whoa!" He ducked down to avoid the pillow. "You could take someone's eye out with that."

"Ryan, just go to your little pow wow at what's her face…"

"Gabriella," Ryan corrected. Ever since Halloween, Sharpay vowed to be nicer to Gabriella. She stopped referring her as 'brunette girl who took Troy from me' just a couple of days ago. For her, that was real improvement.

"Sure, 'Gabriella's' house. Do what you want, but I'm not going," Sharpay huffed from under her comforter.

"Please don't tell me you're going through your Dreamgirls (don't own) phase again?" Ryan asked.

"No, I am not." Sharpay appeared from under her covers, complete with ruffled hair and all, to face her brother. "Ryan, I don't know if you noticed, but I don't have a date, my nails aren't done, my hair is nowhere near fixed, all my dresses have at least a .6 percent chance of being worn by someone else, and I still don't have a date!" she explained throwing her hands up in the air.

"You don't need a date," Ryan reasoned.

"Easy for you to say. You have a date," Sharpay scoffed. True, he did. Once, Martha Cox landed a supporting role in the winter musical, she dumped Zeke and began dating Ryan.

"But still, you can just go and have a good time with your friends."

"Friends? Ryan, friends? I do not consider those,….those hooligans our friends."

"That's a lie."

"Is not."

"Ok, then what were you doing last Saturday with Taylor at the mall?"

"I was saving her. She was about to pick out a velvet poncho with a reversible rain proof side and wear it with burgundy corduroys and gauchos. That would've been a fashion crisis on so many levels," she defended.

"What about two weeks ago with Gabriella?"

"Please, that was on Darbus' orders. That doesn't count."

"And last month with Troy and Chad?"

"They stole my designer watch! Do you think I was gonna let them get away with it?"

"They were just playing around, having fun."

"Like I said. Hooligans." Sharpay plopped backed down under her covers.

"Ok. People will be expecting you, Shar." Ryan left the room. Sharpay peeped up and looked at the door. Expecting me? she thought.


"Troy, I'm so sorry," Gabriella apologized for the ten thousandth time outside the bathroom door. Poor Troy. Didn't even know it was coming. He took a bite into one of Ms. Montez's infamous brownies. Unfortunately for him, they had walnuts in them. Troy is allergic to walnuts and began to hurl suddenly.

Gabriella felt so bad. It was a few hours before prom, and Troy, as her date, came early. She hoped their whole night wasn't completely ruined. She stood up as soon as she heard running water and smoothed out her dress.

"Are you ok, Troy?" she asked as he came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.

"Do you need some kind of medicine? Water? Sleep? We have a few good hours until the others get here…" Gabriella rambled.

"I'm fine, Gabi, chill," Troy interrupted.

"The night is ruined. I can't believe it. I'm so sorry. Your prom is ruined. It's my entire fault," Gabriella sighed.

"This guilt trip is going to go on forever, isn't it?" Troy chuckled.

"I'm sorry. I never knew you were allergic to walnuts."

"To tell you the truth, my neither," he shrugged. The pair walked downstairs only to be greeted by the just as concerned, Ms. Montez.

"Troy! Are you ok? Do you need some kind of medicine? Water? Sleep? You have a good couple of hours before the others should arrive."

"Like mother, like daughter I guess," Troy commented.

"Oh, I'm sorry Troy, I didn't know you were allergic to nuts. I never would've brought them if I knew," Ms. Montez apologized.

"It's fine, Ms. Montez, really. I'm feeling much better. I gurgled with mouthwash to clear my throat, and I feel great."

"Okay. Well sit down, watch some T.V. I'll go make some brownies without the nuts this time, only if you still want some, Troy?" Ms. Montez offered.

" Of course," he replied sitting down. Gabriella sat alongside him as her mother walked back into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Troy," she said stroking his arm.

"Don't be. I'm pretty sure this prom will be unforgettable," Troy said.


Taylor sat on her bad reading a book she has read, for the 50th time, in a row, since she came home today. Her red prom dress glowed on her closet door. The dress she babysat overtime for and saved all of her money for. She glanced up at the dress she wouldn't be wearing. Her and Chad got into a fight. She was tired of having to be second in his life to basketball. He rebutted by saying she always have Decathlon practice and no time for him. She was worried because that was nearly a week ago. And now it was prom time. She'd be the only one sitting at home, watching T.V. doing nothing on perhaps the biggest night of her life.

Her mom come in, without knocking as she usually did.

"Taylor, you've been reading that book since you came home. Maybe you should take a break," she suggested.

"I'm fine, mom, really," Taylor responded.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mrs. McKessie asked.

"No. It's alright," her daughter shrugged.

"Well, you have company downstairs," she told her.

"Company, who?"

"You'll have to go downstairs and see.'

Taylor curious to see whom it was got up and slowly walked downstairs. Who would be at her house on prom night? She slowly walked down the stairs wondering all the possibilities. Maybe it was her cousins? Oh no. Her parents probably wanted her to go with one of her cousins to the prom. Half of her wanted to go back upstairs, but she kept going.

She reached the bottom of her stairs. Her dad pointed back to her when she arrived. Taylor immediately knew who it was waiting for her. There stood Chad Danforth, wearing a dark suit, with his normally wild hair pulled back, and his signature grin.

"Chad, what are you doing here?" Taylor asked.

"I'm taking you to the prom. Unless you don't want me to take you anymore," Chad explained.

"But…I…I thought," Taylor stuttered.

"I know this past week, I haven't exactly acted like the perfect boyfriend. But I want to make it up to you. I want us to have a good time at the prom," Chad said holding her hands.

"Oh, Chad," Taylor exclaimed leaping onto him. "I can't wait to go to the prom with you."

"Me neither, but don't you want to change first?"

Taylor looked down at her oversized T-shirt and pajama bottoms. "Yeah, I might want to."

She pulled away from Chad and headed upstairs to wear the dress she thought she wouldn't wear.


That was chapter one. Hope you like it. Please review and be nice. Also, check out Secrets Are No Fun if you like Chaylors.