Chapter Three

Come What May

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

"If I mention Troy Bolton, then what do you say?"

"Gosh," Sharpay said, as she got a mysterious smile on her face, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks, "Troy Bolton, you say? Well, he was my first love. He's so adorably cute, I don't know what to do with myself when he's near. But of course he can't beat Ryan – Ryan's the cutest."

"Of course he's the cutest." Doctor Mad replied in a mock-cheery voice, and after that let out a deep sigh, "But… what is it with this Troy Bolton? You mentioned him once before, and I thought I'd dig up in it just a little?"

"Well," Sharpay mumbled, as she fiddled with her thumb and index finger again, just as she always did, "he's in our homeroom. He's a jock, but I really like him. Which is weird, since I don't do jocks. But there's just something about him…" she paused, and sighed dramatically, "…and he became even more irresistible after he joined the drama club. He is an amazing singer."

"How does Ryan feel about you, and uh… Troy?"

"He thinks it's cute that I like him that much." Sharpay replied, as she giggled like a real school-girl, "Just as long as I'm only looking, he says. He always said that. Since we were kids. He told me Troy Bolton is no good for me. And I know that too. Plus," she added, as she lightly licked her lips, "he has a girlfriend."

Doctor Mad's face shifted slightly to the side, as she cocked her eyebrow, "Girlfriend, you say?"

"Yes," Sharpay nodded her head, agreeing, as she leaned back in her chair, and rested there, "Gabriella Montez. The most annoying, smart and pretty, goody-goody, saint in the entire world. And Troy fell right for it. I don't understand."

Doctor Mad swallowed hard, noticing how her voice was filled with emotion every time she said 'Troy', "So nothing ever happened between you two?"

"No," Sharpay confirmed, "and I don't want it to now. I've got Ryan. He's my true love."

"Okay." Doctor Mad said, and ripped a paper off of her notepad. She curled it into a ball, and threw it over Sharpay's head and into the trashcan. There was no use for it now anyway.

"What's that?" Sharpay questioned, as her eyes followed it, and stayed on it, as it hit the can.

"Your mother's idea." Doctor Mad replied, shrugging slightly as she scribbled two names down on each a paper, "She thought that if I could get you to talk about Troy Bolton, you'd forget about Ryan, and go after him again. That way we'd all win. But it doesn't work that way, now does it, Sharpay?"

Sharpay shook her head lightly, "She believes a lot of stuff. But even if I wanted to go after Troy, it wouldn't work, 'cuz he's absorbed in being the cutest couple with Montez."

"I see." Doctor Mad replied, as she ripped the two papers off her pad, and curled them together, placing one in each of her hands. She mixed them, and held them out for Sharpay, her fists closed.

"What do you want me to do?" Sharpay questioned, as she arched her eyebrow slightly, just to let her shrink know that she wasn't a five-year-old, and this was definitely ridiculous.

"Take a pick." Doctor Mad said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which is probably was, "If you pick the one I think you do, all my beliefs are right. It's not just a piece of paper, you know. It represents something. And if your heart chooses, you'll take the wrong one, and if your brain leads the way, you'll pick the right hand." She paused, and locked eyes with the teen, "Which one do you pick, Sharpay?"

Sharpay seemed to study the hands for quite some time. She thought things over inside her head. She wasn't sure what to choose, because apparently it meant a huge deal. But then again, what can a piece of paper mean? She breathed out softly, and reached her left hand out, placing it on Doctor Mad's left hand as well.

Doctor Mad shot her a little smile, and turned her hand over, opening it for Sharpay to take the curled paper. She slowly took it, and unfolded it with great care. As she read the lines, she couldn't help but smile.

Your heart is with you. You chose Ryan, you chose wrong. This will do you no good, Sharpay. Do you wish to turn back time?

"No." she replied, as she looked up again, and curled the paper into a ball, holding onto it, so her knuckles turned white.

"No, what?" Doctor Mad asked, quite confused.

"No, I don't." Sharpay told her, and leaned back in her chair again, "I don't wish to turn back time. Whatever you mean by that. If I could turn back time and not pick your left hand. If I could turn back time and not sleep with Ryan? I'd do none of it. What's done is done, and I made the choices I found right. Ryan is my true love, that's why I slept with him. I chose your left hand because my heart told me to."

"And your heart told you to sleep with Ryan as well." Doctor Mad said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair; this was not something she usually talked about, "What does that tell us? That it makes good choices, maybe. For you, perhaps. But that it makes right choices? Smart choices? The heart has never done that, Sharpay. So you should try not to let it control you any longer."

"If I don't have love, then what do I have?" Sharpay questioned, as she leaned forward, to get closer to her shrink; to look her more in the eye.

Doctor Mad shrugged and lightly flicked a finger against Sharpay's forehead, "Use your brain. That's what you've got it for."

Sharpay leaned back in her chair again, and so did Doctor Mad. They stared at each other, while a silence occurred between them like never before. Doctor Mad studied the blonde girl before her, taking in her features, as she knew it wouldn't be long before their sessions ended. Sharpay thought things over, the wheels moving inside her head.

Suddenly she broke the silence though, with a question Doctor Mad never thought she'd hear from her. It was like she was admitting something was wrong, but she didn't want to change it;

"How can you be so screwed up that you want your brother forever?" she questioned, feeling lost and sad, worried, "How can you be so screwed up that when you eat dinner with your family, and your brother sits right across from you, you just want to rip off all his clothes and make love to him right there?"

Doctor Mad chose not to answer, simply because she didn't know how to, and asked another questioned instead, "…who called you a screw-up?"

"Mother…"

"GET OFF HIM!" Viola shrieked, as she ripped Sharpay off Ryan, and threw her at the couch, "What the hell are you doing!?"

Vance hurried into the room as well, and threw a blanket over his son, who was sitting at the floor, blankly. Viola didn't notice any of this, she grabbed Sharpay by the arm, and pulled the naked teen with her out of the room.

"Mother!" Sharpay shrieked, as tears welled up in her eyes, and she unsuccessfully tried to cover herself up, "Mother!? What are you doing? Where are we going!?"

Her mother didn't answer, she pushed Sharpay into the first room they came to on the second floor of their mansion, and pushed her further onto the couch. They were in the TV room, so Sharpay immediately pulled a blanket from one of the chairs, and covered herself with it.

"Mother?" she tried again. This time, she wasn't yelling, she just wanted to know what was happening. This couldn't be happening. Their parents had just walked in on them, what would happen now? She had no idea, but she was certain it wouldn't be good. She gulped.

Viola just stood there, staring at her daughter, slightly flushed, but mostly disgusted, "How long have you been sleeping with your brother?" she wanted to know.

"Mother…" Sharpay whispered, looking into her lap, as she didn't know what else to say. She really didn't want to answer that question. Mostly because it was personal, but also because it was her mother. How weird and unnatural was that?

"Answer me, Sharpay!" Viola demanded, stomping her foot into the floor, "NOW!"

"…a couple of years," Sharpay continued, still whispering. She had to answer, because her mother was not to mess with, "but we didn't want you guys to know, because we knew you wouldn't like it. I'm sorry Mother, can't we just pretend you never walked in there?"

"And let this continue on!?" Viola asked, and you could hear the snigger in her voice, "Please Sharpay, do you think we're stupid? He's your twin brother! It's incest! It's illegal!"

"But how can love be illegal?" Sharpay questioned, using the phrase she always used to convince Ryan. He was the one who invented it though, it wasn't even her.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Viola yelled, rolling her eyes, "Gosh, Sharpay. What is it? You're a screw-up. Just a screw-up! What did I do to deserve this? You are never to be alone with your brother again!"

"Mother!" Sharpay exclaimed, standing up, so the blanket she picked up before, fell from her thin frame, and landed on the floor in a heap, "You can't do that! I love him, please… Mother, I really love him. He's my true love, he's everything I have. I need him…" she started to sob, as tears fell from her brown eyes, and drifted down her rosy cheeks.

"What do you know about love, you're only a child!?" Viola scoffed, as she looked at her daughter, hate in her eyes, "And for God's sake, cover yourself up!"

Sharpay slowly bent down and picked the blanket up, wrapping it around her shoulders, "…please Mother…"

Viola slapped her across the cheek, and scoffed again, "Sharpay, are you dumb? Or are you just a whore? How many other guys have you slept with, huh? Everybody from school?!"

"Just Ryan…" Sharpay whispered, not daring to look her mother in the eye, since she knew it wouldn't be well received if she did.

"You're pathetic." Viola spat, shaking her blonde locks back, "I'm going to set up an appointment with a psychologist to make this madness stop! Do you get it, Sharpay? You're a screw-up! You're going to a shrink."

"Please Mother, nothing's wrong with me!" Sharpay said, now looking up again, finally brave enough to do so. She didn't want to see a shrink, she didn't need that; she was fine, "Nothing's wrong with me, Mother… I'm normal, please. Can't you see that? I love Ryan, but I'm not crazy."

"Yes, you are." Viola said, narrowing her eyes in on her daughter, before turning to leave, "You're a screw-up."

The door smacked close behind her.

The two of them turned around with a startled look in their eyes, as the door smacked close behind them. Sharpay held her breath and gasped, as her mother stepped closer into the room.

Viola Evans could be quite intimidating when she wanted to. Even though she was short, and did yoga, she was also tough looking, and could scream bloody murder.

"Mrs. Evans!" Doctor Mad said, quickly shooting out of her chair, as if she had been sitting on needles, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my daughter." Viola replied, as she shot Sharpay a fake smile, and brushed her over the head, "…hi honey."

"Hi Mother." Sharpay sadly replied and lowered her gaze onto the floor, suddenly filling much less in the room, as the older female Evans overtook the room with her beauty and her voice. It was clear who had control here, and Sharpay had nothing to say.

Viola took a seat in Doctor Mad's chair, ignoring the thin, fragile and rather old therapist, "We need to discuss your living arrangements, Sharpay dear. And we couldn't do it at home, because your father is having this conversation with your brother."

"What about my living arrangements?" Sharpay questioned, daring to look up at her mother, but she seemed scared to hell, "Are you going to lock our rooms at night so we won't sneak into the other? Are you taking Ryan out of my homeroom just so I won't see him there? What, 'cuz I think you did every possible thing there is to do!"

"Your father and I have come to an agreement." Viola said, as she accepted the cup of tea Doctor Mad gave her, without a second glance, or a thank-you, "And we have discussed these… these outcomes of your sessions with Doctor Mad, and since you're not making any progress, we have come to a solution."

"And what solution might that be?" Sharpay questioned, letting out a deep breath. Preparing herself for the worst. Her mother and father were cruel. She had learned that a long time ago. She was brave enough to stand up against her mother at times, only because she knew she had to, otherwise she would be trampled all over by her mother in five inch heels.

Viola smiled at her daughter for a second, with that fake smile of hers and took a sip of her tea, "I have contacted the Gellers. They have three kids of their own, plus two other kids, and they'd be happy to adopt you too."

"What?" Sharpay questioned and looked up, her eyes locking with her mother's while the words sunk in.

"We realize that you're already eighteen years old, but you need to have a 'family' in the baggage when you go to college, and to finish the rest of high school. The Gellers will be overjoyed to have you. So that's where you're going." Viola explained.

"No," Sharpay said and shook her head, rapidly, swallowing loudly. This couldn't be happening, "no, you can't take me away from Ryan. Please Mother, please… I promise I won't sleep with him again, just please let me stay here in Albuquerque. I need you guys, you're my family. I love you…"

"It's not up for discussion, Sharpay dear." Viola continued and she stood up again, dusting her dress pants off, "It's already set. You're leaving tomorrow. It's Saturday."

"No Mother!" Sharpay said, standing up as well. She was seriously scared, tears were in her brown, chocolate orbs, and her skin was raising Goosebumps, "You can't send me away! I'm your own child! Please, Mother… It's… I'm not that bad. I'll be better… I promise."

"The decision is final, so to speak." Viola stated, breathing out, angrily trying not to hit her so called daughter.

Sharpay's breath got quicker and she turned her eyes towards Doctor Mad, who looked helplessly at her patient. Sharpay just closed her eyes for a second, to blink back more tears, but when she opened them again, her world turned around, and her sight started spinning.

She reached her hand out for something to support her weight and settled for the armrest, as she kept breathing in and out. She could feel heat coming to her from everywhere, even though her skin was cold. A loud ringing tone started going off in her head and she sat down completely, placing a cold hand on her beating heart. She opened her eyes, but she couldn't focus.

Suddenly her world went blank and she could hear Doctor Mad and her mother speak in hushed tones, before she blacked out completely, her fist uncurling, letting the tiny piece of paper fall helplessly to the ground.

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Oh, come what may
Come what may
I will love you, oh I will love you

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