Okay, I got some feedback, but I would love more. Please, please, please review. And tell everyone you know to read it. Haha. Anyway, here's the second chapter so enjoy!

And yes, I did change the plot line a little but that's because I think it needed a little more drama and suspense.

Before she could think anymore, the bathroom door opened and a very handsome 22 year old emerged in nothing but a towel. His hair was wet and his body had droplets of water clinging to his muscular chest.

Sharpay blinked rapidly before tears sprung to her eyes. She tried to speak clearly but her voice was a small whisper.

"Troy?"

Chapter 2

Troy looked up and noticed the look on Sharpay's face. He suddenly became concerned. "Hey, are you okay? You look kind of pale."

Before Troy could say anything else, the young woman bolted into the bathroom and fell to her knees in front of the toilet. She brought up everything her stomach contained. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her head was pounding. She couldn't think and the world felt as if it were spinning and flipping upside down.

Troy rushed by her side and gently helped her stand up when she was finished. He flushed the toilet, grabbed a cloth and soaked it with cool water. He handed it to Sharpay who nodded her thanks.

"Are you sick or something? Should we call your doctor? Do you need to go to the emergency room," Troy rubbed her back gently and ran his hand through her hair.

Sharpay finally regained some of her composure and looked him in the eye. His baby blues stared right back at her and it broke her heart. She began sobbing and Troy put his arm around her shoulders and held her as she cried. She leaned into his chest and inhaled deeply. She had always loved the way he smelled.

She sat up and wiped her face, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today . . . well it's just that I've missed you so much!"

Sharpay realized her slip and mentally slapped herself for saying that. She could almost feel Troy frowning.

"What are you talking about? I haven't been anywhere." He looked her in the eye. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

Sharpay laughed. "No, I'm not pregnant." She quickly searched her brain for a believable excuse. "It's just that I had the worst nightmare. You and I were divorced and you were depressed and then . . . well . . . I can't say it." She felt a lump grow in her throat and the tears threatened to spill.

Troy gently kissed her on the lips. "Whatever happened in your dream wasn't real. I'm still here, happier than I've ever been in my life." He smiled and stood up. "Come on. I'll make you some breakfast. If you don't feel well, I can stay home and take you to the doctor if you want."

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. You get ready for work. I'm going to lie down for a little while longer," she stood up and walked over to their king-sized bed.

She watched as Troy left the room and as soon as the door was closed. She stood up and began looking around the room again. How could she be back? It was impossible to go back in time, wasn't it? She knew the past few months couldn't have been a dream. But what brought her here?

She decided to call Ryan. He always knew what to do. He was always calm and collected. He never freaked out about anything. She grabbed the cordless phone on the night stand and began dialing the numbers. She heard it ring three times before she heard a female voice answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Gabriella?" Sharpay tapped her finger on the table impatiently.

"Yes, this is she. May I ask who's calling?"

Sharpay sighed in relief. "Hey, Gabi. This is Sharpay."

But she didn't receive the response she expected. "Um, I'm sorry. I don't know anyone by that name. I think you have the wrong number."

The young woman frowned. "What do you mean? I'm your best friend. You're married to my brother." Now she was really worried.

Gabriella's voice started to sound very annoyed. "I'm sorry my husband doesn't have a sister. I really think you have the wrong number."

Sharpay was about to respond when she heard another voice on the other line. "Oh, sorry, Gabi. I didn't know you were on the phone. Sorry." She recognized her brother's voice.

"Ryan, hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?" she prayed he would say yes. But he didn't.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

Gabriella interrupted. "It's some woman named Sharpay. I was hoping maybe you could tell me who this is." She sounded as if she were blaming him for something.

Sharpay was getting very worried. She felt her eyes sting and the lump in her throat grew larger. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were sweaty. She tried to say something but no words were coming out of her mouth.

She breathed in deeply. "I don't understand. Is this some kind of trick? Ryan is my twin brother. And Gabi is my husbands ex-girlfriend. What's going on?" As soon as she finished saying that, she instantly regretted it. Now they would thin k she was on drugs. But they couldn't because she knew she was telling the truth. Now she was confused.

"Excuse me, miss, but I don't have a twin sister. So I really think you have the wrong number-"

"No, I don't," Sharpay yelled. She knew she shouldn't have but she was really getting frustrated. She inhaled deeply. "Look, I'm sorry. I have to go." She quickly hung up and tried to calm herself. When she felt better. She walked downstairs to find Troy ironing his clothes while the pancakes were on the stove.

"Troy," she said quietly. He turned and smiled when he saw her. But his face expression instantly changed when he saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Um, nothing. I just need to, um, go for a walk. Clear my mind." She hoped Troy couldn't see right through her. He seemed suspicious but didn't say anything. Sharpay was grateful for that.

"Well, okay. Just don't take too long. I don't want anything to happen to you," he looked at her again before turning back to the iron.

Sharpay nodded. She went back upstairs and threw on some sweat pants and a tank top. She slipped her sneakers on and ran down the stairs. When she got down there, he had already changed clothes and was munching on a pancake. She grabbed a nutrition bar, kissed him and ran out the door.

She already knew where she was going. Her parents' house was only about a mile from hers. An easy walk for someone as fit as her. She would go there and everything would be all right. Everything would go back to normal. At least, that's what she hoped.

When she arrived, she was reluctant to ring the doorbell. But she had come this far so she may as well . . .

She rang the doorbell and waited patiently. She heard someone moving sound and the door slowly opened to reveal her mother.

The woman stood at five and a half feet and had a light purple bathrobe on. Her blondish hair was messy and she had dark circles under her eyes. But Sharpay knew it was her mother.

"Mom," she said carefully, hoping the woman would respond.

Unfortunately, she frowned and looked Sharpay up and down. "Excuse me, but I'm not your mother. I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong address . . . " She tried to close the door, but Sharpay wouldn't let her.

"I'm sorry if I seem rude, but you are my mother. Both Ryan and I are your children. We're twins." Sharpay couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was like some kind of sick joke.

The woman seemed angry now. "How dare you. Ryan is my only child. I had no other children. I don't appreciate you coming to my home unannounced and claiming that you're my daughter. Next, someone will be coming to my house and saying that they're my dead husband." She looked to the floor for a moment and sighed.

"Get away from my house before I call the police." And with that she slammed the door in Sharpay's face.

The blonde girl turned around with tears streaming down her face. She could barely think. She just walked down the street, barely blinking. Almost as if she were dead. And that's how she felt. Dead.

And only one thing was running through her head. The words repeating themselves as if someone were saying them. And even if nothing else was true, she knew those words were.

Something was very wrong.

Yeah, I know, not the greatest writing. But I'm still learning so give me a break. So what do you guys think of this chapter? Please give me feedback. And no flames! Just push the purple button and write a little encouraging note to me.