Ahhhh, longest chapter yet! Enjoy, and as ever review!

Oh and you know I dont own high school musical. BUT I own the songs in this :D

It was Saturday, the day of the party. The party that was meant to be THE party of the year. Troy's birthday party, but his mind was still focused on Sharpay, too much so to focus on a party. He didn't know the procedure for this kind of thing. There probably wasn't a procedure. How many teenage girls, known for their frosty demeanour, had a twin brother in a coma, had a father god knows where, spent their night crying on the basket ball kings shoulder? He shook his head, there was definitely no procedure.

He looked at the clock, the digital display telling him that it was 3 in the afternoon. He'd been lying on his bed thinking about Sharpay for four hours. It was borderline obsessive. It was crazy. A large car pulling up on his drive pulled him out of his reverie. Chad. Damn. His best friend was coming over to set up for the party. Apparently there was to be a designated "make-out" room, the entertainment room was to be set up for movies and games, and rest of the party would be out on the lawn. He swore that Chad was getting far too into this. They were going to block off upstairs, he didn't want his room and his parents room getting trashed. At about 7 o clock they were ready. Chad had set his decks up on the basketball court in Troy's garden; he was DJ for the night. There was a table covered in beer and alcopops, and there was food in the kitchen for everyone. It looked to be a good night. People started arriving at half 7, Zeke, Jason and some of the other guys from the team got a grand theft auto tournament going in the game room, and people were dancing in the garden. The only person not having fun was Troy; his mind was too focused on Sharpay. He'd phoned her, twice, and left messages asking her to come. He wanted her to try having fun. It was worth a shot.

He got his phone out again to dial, and to his surprise she actually answered.

"Turn around." So he did, and there, holding her phone was Sharpay. She was still pale, and looked quite malnourished, but it was a far cry from the girl he'd help whilst she cried last night. Her hair was down, and slightly wavy, she had a hint of eyeliner to make her eyes stand out, and she was dressed in something other than sweats. A short dungaree dress, with a pink tee-shirt underneath, and pink flip flops was perfect for this summer party. She looked beautiful, more so than he'd ever seen. She looked natural. For once she had a smile on, a real one, the fact that it wasn't forced more than made up for how small it was.

"Hey! Wow, you look... wow! I didn't think you'd come!" He was stumbling over his words, his heart was pounding, and his hands were shoved into his jeans pockets so she couldn't see them shaking. It felt good.

"Yeah, well I was just sitting at home, and I though why not? And anyway, I need to face the masses sometime, and where better than at yours? Where you are. Well you would be here; it's your party at your house in your garden. I'm babbling aren't I, oh god this is embarrassing." Her face was turning redder as she spoke, and her hands were flailing everywhere. Troy couldn't help but laugh, the ice queen wasn't meant to get flustered like this. He was about to save her, to say something that would stem the flow of words when...

"Yo! Ice bitch! Who the hell invited you?" Chad, who had by now had a fair bit to drink, had made his way over to the pair. "You think you can just swan in everywhere and grab the attention, but guess what Sharpay, no one fucking likes you!"

"Chad man! What the hell?! She's my friend alright so back off!"

"Since when have you become friends with the frozen whore? Even her own brother can't stand her anymore, that why he's never with her!" At this Sharpay's eyes widened, it was that feeling again. Her chest was caving in, she needed to go, she wasn't wanted. The boys were still arguing, when Troy turned around and noticed she was gone. He realised he must have heard.

"Where's she gone?! Did any of you see?" He was frantic.

"Dude, why do you care? Its none of our business what she does!"



"Chad, her brothers in coma you tosser! He might never wake up. So sue me for wanting the girl to have a good time!" He stormed off to find her, leaving his stunned friends in his wake. He looked everywhere for her, down the street, everywhere downstairs, all in the yard, but she was nowhere to be found. He needed somewhere quiet, a chance to ring her, so he headed up to his room. His head was pounding, he needed to lie down.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he heard voices, and he was ready to storm in and be all pissed off with them, but he stopped and listened when he realised someone was singing.

"She smiles like a showgirl

With the tears of a clown

But it's just an act that fades when there's no one else around

But do you notice?

And do you care?

All you see are her plastic looks, and her long dyed blonde hair.

Urch, no that's awful. Let's see.

I feel rather jealous

Though I'd never say it to your face

And I feel quite out of place

I pull my T-Shirt down to cover my waist

Yeah

I felt quite insecure

About my size, about my looks and about my thighs

And that's why you'll never catch me in a pair of skinny jeans

And maybe I should stop eating

But I think I'm eating up my feelings

And it feels good

Because I'll never be the girl

Who makes your head spin in a whirl

Who you dream about, asking out

Makes your palms feel sweaty, your legs like spaghetti

A good kind of scared, the kind that feels right

I find it quite upsetting

That I could cry

In front of 10 people, and no one asks why

That I, could go through a whole day without using my voice

And it's really quite worrying

That I'd go on msn, and people only talk now and again

And when they do its just to ask for help

I'll be the woman with 20 cats

Who calls all the neighbourhood kids brats

And ill chase them away with my broom



Because I simply wasn't her

The girl that you remember

I don't look like the girls in magazines

The models of your dreams

I don't dress like Kate moss

I rarely did get cross

I never was the one to get drunk

I didn't kiss all the boys, use them as toys

So that's justification for treating me like junk?

I never was the girl, who was good enough was worth all the fuss, with whom you'll keep in touch, and I guess that's just tough"

Troy guessed that this was his cue, and knocking on the door first, he stepped in. She jumped off his bed and stood up, facing him, but keeping her fringe over her eyes. He took this as a sign that she'd been crying a lot.

"I know you probably didn't want anyone in here, but there were loads of people looking at me and I couldn't take it, so I came here and I saw the guitar and." The rest of her words were stopped by Troy's chest, as he'd chosen that moment to give her a hug. "Troy?"

"Yeah pay?"

"What if Chad's right. What if Ryan's not waking up because he can't stand to be near me either?"

"That's the biggest load of shit I have ever heard in my life Sharpay. He loves you to pieces, your everything to him. Don't think that." He could feel her shaking, and he guessed correctly that she was sobbing. He pulled her, and sat on the bed with her in his lap.

"I keep seeing it over and over in my head Troy, all the blood on his face. And Daddy's eyes, they just weren't blinking. I felt sick." Troy just sat listening to her, rocking her. She needed to get this out, he knew.

"We were going to get Mothers birthday presents, and we always go together, so we don't get the same things. Daddy was driving, Ryan was in the front, and I was sitting in the back. We were just talking and it didn't feel like anything was wrong, but then a lorry that had lost control hit us head on. I guess I blacked out, because I woke up and I was upside down. There was glass and blood everywhere, and it was getting my eyes, and I was screaming and screaming for help. I could see Dad, his neck was wrong, and it had broken on impact. Ryan was unconscious, and there were people telling me it was ok, I was fine. Then there was a doctor or an EMT or something, and they gave me an injection to calm me down, and to put me to sleep. I woke up again in hospital, and Mother was holding my hand, and she told me about Ryan. I can't do this Troy, I need to go home, take me home." She was crying into his chest, sobbing, her breathing was restricted, her chest felt tight and painful, and soon, yet again she fell asleep in his arms. He tucked her up in his own bed, and then with another kiss on the cheek went downstairs to sort his 'best friend' out.

So yeah, now you know! Sorry if this is a bit anti climatic and weak, but its how I saw it happenning. And chad? what a dick!

Also I had a chemistry exam today, so you would cheer me up by reviewing :D!

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