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Chapter II - Fight at Dinner

Sophie was stretched across her bed, her arms dangling over the edge and her eyes closed. The sunlight fell into the room through the window and Sophie relaxed against the warmth of the spring sun. Her beautiful blonde hair was swept out of her face in a tight ponytail.

Sophie swept the long bangs from her eyes. She directed her attention to the door that was slowly creaking open. "Very funny, Thomas." Sophie told the shadowy figure. "Enough," She demanded, her voice shaky. "Thomas!" She shouted, tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, Sophie." Thomas said, opening the door and stepping inside. "Mom wants you to set the table. Aunt Gabriella, Uncle Troy, Aunt Sharpay and everyone are coming."

"Sure," Sophie nodded, her hand reaching for an imaginary line. She yawned and stood up. "How's Mom doing?"

"Not good. She's a wreck today. She felt a connection to Grandmamma, and now Gran's gone…" Sophie wiped a tear from her blue eyes as Thomas trailed off.

"I miss her, Thomas." Sophie whispered.

"Me too, Sophie. I just can't believe that it got to her, she was getting better." Thomas responded sadly. Sophie nodded and hugged Thomas. She buried her head in his chest and cried softly. "Sophie, we should go upstairs, Mom wants you, remember?"

"Okay, Thomas." She said, leaving the room. Thomas followed her sadly, glancing at the picture of his deceased Grandmamma that was on the shelf.

"I'm pregnant." Gabriella said for what seemed like the millionth time that evening. "I'm a month and a half along."

"Wonderful." Sydney responded, her jaw clenched. "I'm so happy for you, Gabriella, Troy." She shot her brother a look and held up his hands in defence. "Gabriella, is it going to be like you, or Troy?"

"It's going to be like me." She replied like a jerk. "Perfect in every way." Sharpay rolled her eyes at this statement. "So, Sydney, I hear you're old Grandmother passed away. You must have been so sad, I mean, say good-bye to the old shrivelled waste with cancer. Shame, really."

"It is; Grandmamma was unique." Sydney told her, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Be quiet, Gabriella. I loved Gran, and Sydney and her had a special bond." Troy burst out, his voice forced.

"I'm sure," Gabriella scoffed. "So, Sophie. How's fourth grade?"

"Eighth. Fine." Sophie corrected.

"Of course, Sophie. Eighth. And Thomas, college is good?"

"Twelfth grade." Thomas told her dryly. "Mom, can I go for a ride?"

"Can I go too?" Sophie asked desperately.

"Sure, Sophie, you can come. Doug, Isabelle?"

"Go ahead, Thomas. Girls, you can go too." Sydney told them, and Thomas stood up, the other three children following.

"Bye Auntie," Sophie said, stopping to hug Sharpay. "See you soon." She left with Thomas, and they got into the car.

"I'm pregnant." Gabriella repeated.

"Shut up, Gabriella." Warned Sydney, her eyes flashing.

"Or what?" She challenged. "You'll call Ryan, the gay guy?"

"He's not gay!" Sharpay, Troy, and Sydney shouted. "Ryan is not gay." Sydney spoke again, firmly. "Leave." She said, getting up and opening the back door. "Out."

"No, Troy, tell her to stop."

"Syd. Come on," Troy said, looking at his sister, his blue eyes pleading.

"Troy, can I have a word?" Sydney asked, jaw clenched as Gabriella tried to follow. "I said Troy, not you." She spat, taking Troy's arm and leading him into the other room. "Troy," She said, her voice lowered to a whisper. "Is she really pregnant?"

"No," Troy responded. "She can't e, we haven't done anything in a long time. Why are you so mean to her?"

"She's a jerk!" Sydney hissed angrily. "Dad was right, you should have listened to him. What about Shar, she's nice."

"I'm married to Gabriella, not Sharpay."

"But Gabriella's cheating on you, Troy! She won't sleep with you, and she comes home from work late a lot, you said so yourself." Countered Sydney. "Troy, why would Gabriella lie? You're not welcome in this house if she is with you. Please leave." Sydney's voice cracked on the words, and Troy glanced at the door.

"Sydney, can me and Gabriella talk here?"

"It has to be in front of everybody else." She said, her voice firm.

"Fine. Gabriella, can I ask a question?" Troy asked, going up to the Hispanic.

"Of course, Honey," She said, caressing his shoulders, back, and chest. Sydney felt sick to her stomach, but did not talk.

"Why do you always work late?" Troy asked, and Gabriella's sly grin faded.

"Troy, Dear, you know my boss. I always work late." Gabriella said flirtatiously. "It's nothing, Troy."

"You and you're boss seemed pretty comfortable at the picnic last month!" Troy accused, and Gabriella stepped away.

"Excuse me? You think I'm cheating on you, Troy? That's…That's preposterous, Troy. You know I love you."

"Then why won't you sleep with me? Sharpay's not married and she had little Alice!"

"Don't you dare bring Alice into you're argument, Troy!" Sharpay cut in, poking Troy angrily. Alice was one year old, Sharpay had gone to a club and made a mistake, and now Alice was alive. She giggled from her high chair, her blonde hair tousled.

"Sorry, Shar."

"Shar?" Gabriella shrieked, her eyes blazing. "You always used to call me Gabi and her Sharpay, and now she's Shar and I'm Gabriella? That's it Troy, if you can't trust me we can't be married. We're done." Sydney smiled inside, but a wave of misery washed over her. Troy looked unhappy.

"Sorry, Troy," She said, and glanced at Sharpay, who was getting Alice ready to leave. "Bye Shar, bye Alice."

"Bah!" Alice said sweetly, causing Troy to grin a little. "Bye, Ali, Bye Sharpay."

"Good-bye."

"Good-bye, guys. Come on, Alice, let's go home."

"I should go too," Troy decided. "Get my house before Gabriella. Bye, Sydney, Ry. Don't hurt her, Ryan."

"Troy, we're married!" Sydney exclaimed, swatting at his shoulder. "Bye." She and Ryan chorused.

Troy left and the children entered. "Why is Uncle Troy leaving?" Sophie asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Him and Aunt Gabriella had an argument." Ryan told the children. "In fact, I want to have a word with you're Mom, okay? It's time for homework, okay Isabelle?"

"Fine," She scowled, rolling her pretty eyes.

What will happen between Troy and Gabriella, and I need you to VOTE! R&R.

Ryan

Sydney

Thomas

Isabelle

Douglas

Sophie