Author's Note: Second-to-last chapter! Please review.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything, sadly.

100 Years to Live

Chapter 6: I'm 99 For a Moment

By musiclover94

Last Chapter…

"Want to reenact it?" Sharpay smirked.

"Nothing better," Troy said.

She pulled him into an identical kiss. Even after years and years, Sharpay's kisses still brought tingles up his spine. He heightened the kiss, putting one hand in her soft hair. You could almost see that fake wood table in Starbucks between them.

Troy looked at the various machines and cords attached to his wife of 77 years. Sharpay Bolton was slowly dying of cancer and it was defiantly showing. Her once full, thick blonde hair was wispy and pure white and her eyes, though encircled by wrinkles, sparkled with some life.

She had not wanted to pass on in an unfamiliar hospital, surrounded by people she didn't know well. She had wanted to be at home during… the last days. He was simply just holding her hand, since Sharpay was often too tired from the cells slowly killing her.

"Troy?" she asked weakly.

"Yes?"

"I'm dying for just another moment, you know that?"

Troy leaned down and kissed her. "I know, Sharpie." She smiled weakly.

"You know the day I asked you out?" Troy said sheepishly.

"Yeah." Sharpay smiled again.

"I was beating myself up because I flaked out being only a couple steps away from where you were." He had repeated this before, but something told him to say it now.

"So was I, when I ever approached you to ask you out."

"Really?" He was surprised by this new fact.

"Really really." She smirked at him.

"You sure do talk a lot about the past," Kayla said.

"Well, that's all we really have now, sweetie," Troy said.

"Don't say that," Gary said, looking at his hands.

"Parents aren't allowed to die." Kayla said matter-of-factly.

"Everyone dies, Kayla," Troy said seriously, looking at his only daughter straight in the eye.

One of the machines started to beep in a fast tempo. Troy looked at his wife, gave her frail and wrinkled hand a small squeeze, and said, "I love you, Sharpay."

"I love you, too, Troy," She used what little strength she had left to turn to her children. "I love you, Gary and Kayla."

"I love you, too, mom," they both said. They both took one of Sharpay's shaking hands. Troy took the other.

And with her family around her, under the roof she had lives in for almost eight decades, Sharpay Anastasia Bolton-Evans took her last breath.

Her hand went limp in Troy's. After a moment of silence, Troy got up and walked to the piano, hobbling slightly from arthritis. He didn't know why he was going there, but felt he had to.

Gary and Kayla gave him strange looks, which he could feel burning into his back. He put his wrinkled fingers to the white and black keys and started to play, singing along…

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...

I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

When he was playing the ending instrumental, both Gary and Kayla were by his side, her hand on his shoulder, his hands placed reverently in his pockets. As he finished the song, a wave of warmth, of calmness, and maybe even a little glitter swept over them, reminding them of who was no longer there.

Author's Note: There's still one more chapter left! It's kind of like a blooper…or something like that :D. Please review and check out my semi-new story, Flying With a Broken Wing. It needs some reviews ;). Review.