Sharpay's POV

I have lots of questions. Lots of them can be answered. Lots can't. Some of them came out during the after party.

"Troy, do you think I'm cute?" I asked him.

"No," he answered.

"Troy, do you think I'm smart?" I asked him.

"No," he replied.

"Troy, would you be sad if I died?" I asked him.

"No," he implied.

I sighed with sadness.

"I don't think you're cute, I think you're beautiful, gorgeous, stunning."

"I don't think you're smart, I think you're brilliant, genius, amazing."

"I wouldn't be sad, I'd be devastated, an emotional wreck, and suicidal."

I kissed him. He kissed me.