Opposites Attract

Chapter 4: Just Like Cinderella...

Summary: The computer was supposed to find the perfect person to give you advice. So how did two people who thought they had nothing in common get matched up?

Disclaimer: Good News! I got my working papers today, so I'll own HSM in about, 150 years?

A/N: Edited. How did you guys stand this story before? I had a million spelling/grammar mistakes!

Troy's POV

"Mom, can you hurry up with dinner? I have a...date tonight?" I said at 6:45 that night. I know I had about 3 hours before I needed to be at the school, but my mom hadn't even finished cooking dinner, I had to take a shower, pick out an outfit, do my hair, and oh yeah, there was the whole "getting there" thing I had to worry about.

"A date? Really?" She asked as if I never had dates. "Troy, it's a school night. You have to be back by midnight."

"MOM! That means I'll only have 2 hours with hi—her!" I whined. "I did my homework already; I'm going to take a shower, so what if I'll be home late? I really like this person."

"Be home by midnight, or you won't leave the house until you're 18." She said warningly. Just then, my dad walked into the room. That man has great timing...not. "Jack, tell your son he has to be home by midnight. He has a date."

" Troy, be home by midnight. Wait...you have a date? Be home by 1. " He said.

"Jack..." Mom glared at him, her arms crossed.

"Midnight." He said, imitating my mom.

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I made it to the field by 9:58, but no one was there, so I sat on the pitcher's mound and played with my iPod until I heard a voice beside me. "Sorry I'm late. I was getting some food, since I burnt dinner, and the guy at the register didn't know how to add." The tall hooded figure said as he sat down beside me. "Want a soda?" He took two sodas out of a bag and handed one to me.

"Uh...thanks." I replied. It was freezing out, and he smelled like cologne (the good kind, not the cheap kind) and soap. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate?

"Welcome." He shrugged. "So, about this talent show thing...what are we going to do?" He asked.

"I brought my iPod, I have a lot of showtunes on there...but in case you're not into...that..." I trailed off.

"Let me see." I handed him my black video iPod and I almost saw his face, but he turned the light away from him. "Wow..you weren't kidding. This looks like my iPod. It's all Broadway...except yours is organized. Mine is just mixed up...Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nerv—never mind." he said. "Do you mind if I sing? I love this song." He asked.

"I don't mind. I want to hear you voice anyway...you know, for the talent show." You know how you hear a voice, and know you've heard it before, but you can't place the name? That was how I was feeling, and it was driving me crazy. He started singing along with "La Vie Boheme" from Rent. His voice was amazing, but I swear I've heard it before. It was starting to annoy me, I had to find out who the heck he was. We talked for about everything after that; from what we were going to do after this year, to our favorite color, until I had to go. Actually, I would've missed my curfew if it wasn't for my phone alarm ringing.

"I have to go, I really don't want to, but I have to be home by midnight." I said. "I had a great time."

"Oh...okay. So are we going to do this again...and actually choose a song?" He asked.

"Um...not tomorrow...I have a thing, maybe I can get out of it, can you call me? My cell number is 555-2345." I said, grabbing my jacket from the ground.

"Sure. So I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye." He stood up with me, and I did the stupidest thing, I kissed him. Just like that. Oh, I'm not complaining, it was a great kiss; there was just one little detail in the way: I didn't even know the guy! Well, if my crazy feeling were right, I did, but that gives me no right to kiss him! I don't even know if he has a boyfriend, or if he's interested, or...damn it. He's doing a really good job hiding who he is.

"Bye." I said, and ran to my car. I had to go home and think, everything was happening so fast. My parents didn't even yell when I walked through the door at 12:15.

Ryan's POV

"How was meeting what's-his-face?" Sharpay asked when I got home. She was sitting on the couch in her pajamas watching Grease. I really didn't want to tell her what happened, but she's my sister. She'd find out anyway.

"Good. We talked, and sang, andohyeahwekissed." I said quickly. Actually, he kissed me and I stood there like an idiot until I realized what was happening. Genius.

"You kissed? Was he cute?" She paused the movie and turned around.

"I don't know...it was dark, he had a hat like, covering his face. All I know is that he's amazing." I said.

"So, you still don't know who he is? And why are you home so early?" That girl asks too many questions, I swear.

"He had to be home be midnight. His parents were going to murder him." I sat down on the couch.

"Just like Cinderella..." she said ominously. Yeah, just like Cinderella. And that thought—the fact that I might finally get my fairytale ending—didn't leave my head until I fell asleep 2 hours later.