Yes, it's been months since I've done anything with fanfiction writing, and I've probably lost all my readers, but I thought I'd give this another shot. Please review.

Relocation

Chapter 6: Honest to Drunk I'm Not God

By music is happiness

Recap…

"See you later?" Sharpay asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah," he smiled and unconsciously reached out and hugged her. It was an awkward hug, but Sharpay went along with it. They broke apart quickly and Sharpay, blushing wildly, mumbled, "See you," and stepped inside the hotel radiating life's message.

All you need is love, love…

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It seemed as though Troy was finally making some mark on Sharpay's outlook on life, however miniscule. Instead of moping around, she thought as she was sitting on her suite's veranda looking out at the harvest moon feeding the night its white rays, she contemplated something new.

Everyone's got to have a bad breakup sometime, how else would we find the one we're supposed to be with? This will all get better in time.

Her spirits were starting to lift more as she gazed at the moon, its lunar energy soaking into her skin. It was oddly calming. She couldn't remember the last time she felt totally relaxed like this. She glanced down beyond the railing and saw smooth, black waves, teasing the sands in an endless game of one-sided tag. Sharpay had the odd desire to jump down and dip her feet into the waters. It probably felt warm.

The jingle of the phone ringing jostled her from her escape. Slightly perplexed as to who would call her at this time, she hesitated briefly, but then decided to pick it up. Maybe it was something important.

"Hello?"

"Sharpay, is that you?"

Sharpay's whole life, her whole vacation, everything came to a standstill when she heard that voice. The voice she used to adore, but now was trying to forgot. Chad.

She was silent, still digesting this new event. Questions popped into her mind rapidly. How had he found her hotel phone number?

"Baby?" He was talking extra loud and there was loud music thumping in the background.

A dark shadow fell over her face at the word. "Do not," she hissed, "call me 'baby.'"

He ignored her. "Baby, take me back. I miss you." Sharpay realized horribly that he was drunk, maybe even wasted. She clammed up all over and froze, the warm Mexico air mingling with the cool air conditioned air from the room from the open balcony door.

"Chad, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." Her voice wavered, giving away her anxiety. And when everything had started to be looking up….

"Gabi, honest to drunk I'm not God."

"Chad, you called me Gabriella. You're obviously wasted. Goodbye." She was about to take the phone off her ear when Chad stopped her.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I love you." He sounded so sincere, Sharpay would have believed him if she didn't know.

"You're not sorry, Chad." And she hung up, the dial tone the only sound in the room besides breathing.

It had been extremely hard, almost impossible to reject Chad again. But she had done it.

She needed someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn't judge her and who would listen.

She needed to call Troy, however much a part of her didn't want to.

Scrolling through her Contacts list of one, not including the hotel numbers, she held the chunky phone up to her ear and listened to it ring. He picked up on the second buzz.

"Hello?"

"Troy?" Great, I sound like I'm crying.

"Sharpay? What's wrong?"

"Can I come over?" She sniffed and hugged her legs.

He said sure.

"Sorry for being such a nutcase," she mumbled, embarrassed by her behavior.

"It's ok, I'm used to it." He chuckled slightly, a low laugh. Sharpay liked the sound of it.

Even she couldn't hold back a small giggle. "I'll be there soon."

After she hung up, a thought struck her.

Was it her being upset about Chad's call that prompted her to call Troy? Or was it just the desire to see Troy again?

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It was short, I know. I'm still getting used to writing for FF again. Please review.