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Bewitched by You

Chapter 1

The house was glorious. It was a small one-floor house, painted a sweet yellow colour with ivy climbing the wall and a neat front lawn, several bushes under the windows. A cute arch framed the start of a pathway leading to the door.

A petite blonde woman stood by the arch, a bag in hand and a faithful tabby cat beside her. She was Sharpay Evans, and she was moving here. To the Valley! She grinned and snapped her fingers, and instantly a sign appeared on the front lawn, reading 'For Rent'. She clicked her fingers again and another sign appeared beneath it, reading 'Open House Today'.

A little while later, she was exploring the house, a realtor beside her.

"It's perfect!" Sharpay cried, "I'll take it,"
The realtor smiled, obviously pleased, "That's just great! I will need some references, but --"
"References?" Sharpay asked, "Oh…I don't have any of those."
Almost instantly, the I-just-made-a-sale face dropped from the woman's face, "Oh, dear. I don't know if we'll be able to do business, then, sweetie,"
"Oh dear," Sharpay murmured, before gently gripping her own ear and giving it a small shake. Another sign appeared, saying 'No References Needed'.

"Bye then!" the realter grinned, walking outside and grabbing the signs, leaving. Sharpay waved, watching her drive away, before opening the garage door with the small remote. As the door lifted, a pink convertible appeared, the initials S E on the bonnet. Sharpay squealed in delight, before jumping in it, and driving down the quiet Los Angeles road.

"I'm a mess," Troy Bolton sighed, following his agent Chad Danforth through the resort, heading towards the pool.

"Nah, you look great!" Chad insisted, turning around and straightening Troy's shirt.

"Why am I here?" Troy asked, "Why? Why would I want to do TV shows? I'm a movie star,"
"Well…last year, your movie, Why Europe Went Boom…"
"Don't remind me," Troy begged. Chad apparently ignored him.

"Cos $5 million to make - takes a lot to digitally destroy a big continent - but only grossed $100, 000, didn't sell any DVDS…get my drift?"
"Yeah, yeah,"
"But, this show could lift you off again!" Chad grinned.
"But, I want my life back!" Troy cried, "I want…I wanna be a star again, I wanna have my wife back, it's not fair!"

"C'mon. You will get all that…apart from the wife, Gabriella seems pretty happy now,"
"Shut up," Troy snapped, walking towards the pool where two TV producers sat.

Quick introductions and greetings were given, before all four men were sitting down.

"Okay," Chad said, looking at the two others, "Here's the deal: Troy wants to do the show,"
"Yeah, I used to love 'Bewitched' when I was a kid," Troy grinned, and that was the truth. The idea of a witch marrying a mortal with some hiloriously great occasions turned out to be an awesome show.

"That's great!" cried the chubbier producer (Dan).

"But," Chad interuppted, "We have one problem. The witch has all the fun,"
The other producer (Bob) shook his head, "No, no. You defenatly will have fun!"
"Oh, well don't take all the focus off of the witch!" Troy insisted, "No, Samantha should be strong. She should be a great wife to Darrin, but still have the focus!"
"That's even better!" Dan cried gleefully, "We were so worried you'd want the spotlight to be entirely on you,"
"No, no!" Troy laughed, "I want it to be like the old show, y'know? I used to love the nosy neighbours, Gladys and Abner! Are you having them in?"
"Yeah, we're looking for them," Bob grinned.

"Troy," Chad said, clearing his throat before Troy could reply, "Can, er, can I have a word?"
"Sure," Troy shrugged, following Chad away.
"I like those guys," Troy beamed.

"Stop it!" Chad cried, "You are being an idiot!"
"Huh?"
"You're being a whimp! I mean, Troy Bolton is doing TV now cos his movie career bit the dust and he isn't even the star of his own show? That's crap, man!! Now, stop being such an idiot, and more ballsy!" Chad snapped. Troy bit his lip.
"But, the witch is the star --"
"I don't care! This is a remake of 'Bewitched'. New and improved, and you are that improvement!"
Troy sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm being an idiot,"
"Yep! Now, act like a man who's gonna be the star of this show!" Chad insisted. Troy nodded and the two headed back to their table.

"Well," Bob grinned as they sat down, "We have a couple of big names avalible for Samantha…"
Troy took the sheet Bob handed him, scrunched it up into a ball, and threw it at Dan's head.
"No, no, no!" he yelled, "I want a nobody to play Samantha!"
"What?!" Dan cried.

"You heard me. A nobody! A new face who's gonna set me up and make me look good! And, and I want three trailers!"
"Three trailers?! Noone in television had three trailers!"
"Well, he wants 'em!" Chad said.

"And I also want a lion!"
"What?" Chad asked quietly, looking at his raging client.

"A lion! A lion with a diamond studded collar saying 'Troy's Lion!' and, I want--"
"Troy, that's enough," Chad said, patting Troy's shoulder. Troy took a deep breathing, leaning back.

"If we get a lion, they will be loads of insurance issues," Bob said.

"We'll give on the lion," Troy panted.

"Look, about this nobody playing Samantha…" Dan started.

"That won't be easy…" Bob said, worriedly.

"Well, if Troy Bolton wants it done, you do it." Chad cried.

Sharpay walked through the department store, pushing a trolley and looking at all the products, before she felt her trolley collide with someone.

"Ooh, sorry," Sharpay cried, raising her head. She instantly recognized the person and groaned.

"Hey, Shar!" grinned her brother, Ryan Evans.
"Ry! What are you doing here?" Sharpay asked crossly, steering her trolley around her brother.

"Me? What are you doing here?" Ryan countered.

"I'm moving here."
Ryan paused, "Here? To the Valley?!"
"Yes,"
"Oh, Sharpay! Why would you wanna do that?"

"I don't want to be one of you anymore. I want to be normal.,"
"Normal? But we're witches! You'll never be normal!"
"I know, I know. But I am not gonna be one anymore," Sharpay insisted, throwing some towels into her trolley.
"But, it's who you are!" Ryan cried.
"I can change who I am, it's easy," she answered.

"What did Mom and Dad say?" Ryan asked.

"They'd disappeared, again," she muttered.

"Why would you want to stop being a witch?" Ryan asked, "It's great,"
"Well, I hate having to socialize with them, for one. Warlocks, they're jerks. All just like you," Sharpay said, "You're always casting spells on women to make them like you. You're just about instant gratification, like those rich old coots who don't know why women sleep with them,"
"Well, women sleep with them, so it's hardly an issue," Ryan chuckled, ignoring his little sister's eye roll.

"Look, I want a man…who needs me!"
" 'Needs' you?"
"Uh-huh. Cos he's a completely hopeless mess,"
"Oh God!" Ryan suddenly groaned, "You're talking about love, aren't you?"
Sharpay turned slightly to face him, grinning, "What do you suppose it's like?"
"Easy. You say "I love you" to someone you want to sleep with, and when it gets boring, you just say "I don't love you anymore","
"Jerk," Sharpay muttered, as she approached the till.

"Sharpay, you can't give up magic," Ryan murmured as the woman started adding up all the things Sharpay wanted to buy, "It's in your blood; you can't help it,"
"I can try, Ry,"
"$567.72," the woman concluded. Sharpay's face instantred reddened slightly.

"Money," Ryan muttered, grinning. Sharpay reached into her bag and pulled out a poker card. Ignoring Ryan's confused face, she ran it through the card slot, and it turned into a Platinum card.

"My last thing as a witch," she insisted.

Later, they sat in a café, Ryan still trying to disuade his sister.

"I don't want to just be able to snap my fingers and get my way anymore, Ryan," she sighed, finishing up her scrambled eggs, "I want to be able to live a normal life,"
"But you're not normal," Ryan cried, "You're magic, and nothing you can say will change that!"
"Can so! I'm giving it up, and I don't see why you can't support that," Sharpay sighed, staring out the window at the rain.
"Well, I care about you," Ryan said as he followed Sharpay out, "You'll meet a man, you'll get this close, then when he finds out who you are--"
"If he loves me, he won't care," Sharpay smirked.

Ryan surveyed the weather and beamed, "I'm gonna get an umbrella."
He held out his hand and a large red umbrella appeared.

"You?" he asked, coyly.

She shook her head, "No, I mean it, Ryan, no!"
"You'll get wet…"
"I hope so," she grinned, before running out of the safety of the building into the rain towards her car. She waved at Ryan, before doing a little twirl and climbing in her car.

The last she saw of her big brother, he was waving back before a big SUV passed in front of him and, when it passed, all that was left was an umbrella bouncing into place.

Well, I hope you liked the first part!! I'm sorry it's short and kinda edgey. Ah, well.

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