Troy sat in his room glancing at his beeping cell phone that he had been too lazy to pick up. He didn't hear it ring, but he kept on hearing it beep. Telling him he had a new message. It was all the way across the room and he was too comfortable on the bed. The beep was already ringing in his head making him get annoyed.

"Damn it." He spat getting up to grab his phone.

He flipped it open and almost dropped it. He couldn't believe he had missed a call from his house line. It could have been Sharpay begging him to come back, or the kids telling him how much they missed him. It wasn't too late. He called his voicemail right away to check the message. It was Sharpay. He listened to the message, happy to hear her voice again. Disappointment suddenly came to him as soon as he heard her mention Gabriella's name and how she wanted to talk to him about her. That only meant that she was going to nag him about her more. It became obvious to Troy that she couldn't bare to be away from him—because she couldn't yell at him. Yelling at him seemed to be her favorite thing to do.

"She probably just wants to accuse me of more cheating." He sighed saving the voicemail.

He didn't know when would be the next time he would be able to hear her again. At least he had this message, so he if he needed to hear her, he could just play it over and over again. He could also watch that video he took of Sharpay in his phone from when they were in High School, when all those rumors about them going out were just spreading. He still had that video of her singing on stage, eating grapes, and writing. All these years he kept on transferring the video to his new phones so he would have it forever. To this day, Sharpay still has no idea he took that video. He never imagined back then that he would still, to this day have the video—he didn't even imagine himself with Sharpay.

"My life is screwed." He muttered to himself.

It was only his second day/night away from her and he already felt guilty. His mind made him blame himself for everything. Sure, there was a large possibility that this whole thing was completely all his fault, but it wasn't for the reason Sharpay concluded with. She made it specific that she didn't trust him with anything. She never believed him and she just didn't want to get along with him anymore. He had a very rough life ahead of him, a life he didn't see coming.

He needed a new place to live in, and basically a new life. He begged Taylor to not say a word to Sharpay since she kept on telling him that she would have a work with her. He didn't want her too, knowing she would just make things worst by saying something harsh. She would probably end up telling Sharpay that Troy had forgotten about her, anything to get on Sharpay's bad side. That was what Taylor liked to do, as Troy had noticed over the past few days.

Two Weeks Later:

"Madeline, are you ready yet?" Sharpay looked at her watch trying to get the kids out of the house.

"Yeah! I just need my jacket!" Madeline said running down the stairs.

Daniel was already in the car, bored. He'd been bored a lot and just lay around doing nothing most of the time.

"Come on! You're going to be late!" Sharpay showed her out of the door and to the car.

Madeline got in the car and seated herself. Sharpay started the car and drove out of the driveway. Every morning the kids, mainly Madeline always lagged to get to school. They just loved to do that and it made them really close to being late. There were days where Sharpay really had to just go beyond the speed limit and get the kids to school on time.

The car ride was quiet the first few minutes just like always. Until one of the kids break the silence.

"Are you taking me to basketball practice?" Daniel asked.

Sharpay bit her bottom lip. That was one thing she never thought she'd be doing. It use to be always loud and never quiet with Troy and Daniel always talking about new moves for basketball and then Sharpay and Madeline with their whole conversation about the dance coming up. The car really felt like it was vibrating from all the over-lapping conversations.

"Uhh. What time?" She answered glancing at the rear view mirror.

"Three." Daniel answered straight up.

Sharpay thought about his answer and tried to think of her whole day schedule. She was not up for the idea of sitting through basketball practice with her son; she was the one who didn't do that. That's Troy's job, her job is to take Madeline to her dance—that was it. It worked out perfectly. She liked dancing/singing, so did Madeline. Troy liked basketball and sports so did Daniel. Now Sharpay had to divide her time for both he kids in taking them places.

"Oh. You have practice on a Friday?" Sharpay asked with a smirk on her face.

Daniel just nodded and looked at her with his basketball on his lap. That was his usual position, always with a basketball, just like Troy. Crazy how their family fit so perfectly and yet they couldn't get along.

"I don't know if I can. Do I have to stay?" She said with a very not so interested voice.

"Umm—it would be nice. Because then you'll forget about me and never pick me up." Daniel answered patting his basketball.

"I have to take Madeline to her dance at two-thirty. Then I have some stuff to do afterwards. Don't you want to go see your dad or something? Ask him to take you." Sharpay said trying to not sound like she didn't care for what her son did.

"Always Madeline. And I can't ask dad. I don't even talk to him. I don't even know where he's at." Daniel rolled his eyes.

Sharpay stopped the car in front of the stoplight and laid her eyes on her son. She gave him a warning look. Letting him know to never say that ever. She didn't like it when people were rude to her, especially her own child.

"You're mean!" Madeline stuck her tongue out from the backseat.

"You're a brat." Daniel shot at her.

"No I'm not!" Madeline whined.

"Just keep it quiet! I don't want to hear it." Sharpay butted in unlocking the car door.

She was in front of the school already and she couldn't wait to have some time to herself. They were really starting to drive her out of her mind. She had so many things to do it was stressing her out even more.

"Mommy, I don't want to go to school." Madeline whined while Daniel opened the car door and walked out.

"You're going to school." Sharpay said unlocking the car once more to let her out.

Madeline sat still giving her a frown. It was one of those look she gave her when she "didn't" feel well. It was so fake.

"Please, honey. I need go." Sharpay tried to get her out of the car.

"Please? I don't feel good. My head hurts." Madeline sniffed.

Daniel stood outside of the car waiting for his little sister to get out of the car. He felt like just leaving her since she was taking a really long time. He hated having to wait for her, but if he didn't she would just go on and tell on him about leaving her behind.

"Madeline—I got stuff to do. Seriously. I really have to go. I have an appointment—kind a." Sharpay said sitting back.

Madeline groaned at her and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked before walking out.

"I just have stuff to do." Sharpay said as the door slammed shut and she drove off.

She was about to let Madeline go and tell her to stay with her, since she needed someone to stay with her anyways and keep her company while she went to go see Troy for the first time in two weeks. But she didn't want to get the little girl's hopes up since she's been going on about how her dad will come back soon and everything will be the same again. Because she wasn't going over to see Troy for that, she was going over to see him for all these legality stuff she has to deal with. Not something she was exactly looking forward to doing.

Her phone conversation with him was rather awkward. Between each word they said there was at least a twenty-second pause. They had nothing to say to each other but Troy giving her his address to his new apartment and the papers she needed to bring and whatever they had to discuss.

"Won't I have fun," She said with a sigh in the end driving on the freeway.

This wasn't something she really wanted to do. Her goal in life was to try to avoid him, but there was no way she could do that with the kids in her hands. Troy stated he wanted to see the kids every other weekend or so and she had to agree with that. They are his kids and she can't do anything to stop him from seeing them. He hasn't done anything harmful towards them or anything near. Sharpay just didn't want to have to see him every other weekend to drop the kids off or whatever.

The location of the apartment wasn't too far away, only about a ten-minute drive. Though Sharpay got lost trying to find the street. When she was in front of it and parked where Troy had told her to park, she sat in her car for a while not wanting to leave. She kept imagining how messy the place would be and how long it would take for them to actually have a conversation without an argument on board. Their phone conversation was pretty much all yelling except for the first few minutes when they were talking about filing papers, after that they got to the whole "I trust you, you don't trust me, you're a liar" sort of conversation.

"Why can't you just get out of my life?" Sharpay banged her head against her steering wheel.

She regretted doing that, now she had a major headache from the steering wheel pain and all the thoughts going on in her head.

Troy, sitting down in his apartment was thinking the same thing too. He didn't know what to expect. All he could think of was yelling—or really a really silent visit. There were only two options; he knew for a fact it wasn't going to be a normal, happy visit. It would be either loud or quiet. He had everything set up and ready so they could just get on with all the things they needed to do. He even picked up the place, though he didn't have a lot of stuff. He just moved in four days ago and it was still empty. He had one couch, a coffee table and a TV on top of a box filled with his stuff that he hadn't unpacked yet. His room had a mattress on the floor and some blankets. That was pretty much it. He had boxes everywhere. His kitchen only had a fridge and a stove that had papers on top of. The most organized room in the flat was the living room. Everything else was a mess and he knew Sharpay would give him a hard time about that.

"Where is she?" He asked walking around his living room.

Sharpay unlocked her car door and walked out, looking up at the apartment building where Troy was located.


I finally got this up! Geez. It took me a while! Sorry about that. I think you got the whole story of this chapter. I'm going to try to get the next chapter up soon, this week at least. I can't promise anything though. My schedule is crazy, at least for being only 14. Which means I know nothing about divorce and paper works and stuff, but I was reading this book about this girl and her cousin and how her parents got divorce and it kind a explains the whole process thing so I'm going to try to see what I can get out of that. Bare with me! Oh and please do review.