So I've realized I'm one of the least romantic people on the planet. My friend was talking about all the great stuff she and her boyfriend had planned for Christmas. When she asked me what I had planned I just sort of stared at her. 'You guys do more than just presents for Christmas?' Then she asked what I was getting him for Christmas then was appalled when I had no freaking idea. Oops

Oh and I would like to give myself props on the rap in the last chapter. I didn't get to say anything then because I was annoyed with myself the computers and mislabeled chapters, but now I have all the time in the world!

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't do sleepovers Larissa." Kiki slammed her locker and turned to look at her self proclaimed Best friend. Larissa sighed dramatically and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why not?" She repeated, her voice getting whinier.

"Because I've spent the past two years at boarding school. With a roommate. It was a sleepover every freaking night." Kiki started down the hall. Larissa followed, shoving a paper in the natural blonde's face.

"Please! Kiki come on, you can't be that interested in only hanging out with guys. Oh by the way, how's your leg?" Larissa turned slightly green as Kiki grimaced; pulling up her pant leg to show Larissa the red, bloody burn down her leg.

"Hurts like no other. I'm not going to the sleepover and this is my homeroom, bye now." Kiki opened the door and went to sit down. Jimmie and Donny walked in, doing a double take when they say her. She had her leg up on the desk and was examining her leg.

"Gross, put that away." Jimmie made a face.

"You're the one that did it."

"You told me to."

"I told you to knock the ball out of my hands, not maim me for life." Kiki rolled her eyes, tucking a few loose strands of blonde hair out of her eyes. All three jumped when a hand slammed down on the desk in front of them.

"Ms. Darbus." Jimmie smiled sweetly.

"Miss Evans, please get your disfigured leg off my desk."

"Technically it isn't disfigured Ms. Darbus, it's just gross and it's not really your desk either as it's school property and…" She trailed off as Darbus gave her The Glare, "and I'll just be getting my disfigured leg off your desk." She put her leg on the floor and pulled her pant leg back down over it.

"That's better Miss Evans, and congratulations to the basketball team for their win yesterday." She walked back to the front of the room.

The first few hours of the day passed fairly quickly. Next thing Kiki knew it was Lunch and Rocket man and Donny were dragging her to their table while Larissa followed her, begging her again.

"Please!"

"No! For the love of God Larissa stop asking! No!" Kiki yelled.

"Please." Kiki picked up her paper bowl of mashed potatoes but Donny grabbed it before she could plop it on the taller girl's head.

"What does she want?" Jimmie asked.

"For me to go to her sleep over." Kiki made a face. Larissa rolled her eyes and picked up her fork.

"Oh." Jimmie nodded.

"What's that mean?" Kiki asked, her blue eyes narrowing.

"Nothing." Jimmie shrugged, smirking at her.

"Rocket Man…" Kiki said, glaring at him.

"Just that it doesn't surprise me that you, the great Kiki Evans, are too good for your best friend's sleep over."

"I'm not too good. I just don't like Sleepovers."

"Of course." Jimmie shrugged.

"I really don't like you." Kiki snapped, getting up and walking off. Jimmie grinned; it was just too much fun to make her mad, and it was so easy. Donny turned to Larissa with a smirk.

"I'd love to go to your sleep over." He said. Larissa grinned and giggled, leaning forward to talk to him, for the first time since try outs not following Kiki around.

Kiki was amazed how fast the day went by. One minute she was spending lunch in the music room, staring blankly at the piano, she couldn't play it, the next school was over and it was the weekend. She had taken Ryan's old car, he'd gotten a new one before college, so she could just drive herself home today. She walked out to the parking lot and to the black convertible her brother had loved so much, until he realized whatever car he had would spend most of it's time in a garage. She ran her fingers over the smooth black paint, deciding she was going to call Ryan and ask if she could use his car for the rest of the school year.

"Hey Evans, nice car." Matt, Donny and Jimmie walked over to look at it.

"Not mine." She said, still angry with Jimmie. She stuck the key in the lock, she didn't doubt that Ryan would swing her around by her hair if he found out she was jumping into the car.

"Who's is it?" Matt asked.

"My brother's." She dropped her backpack in the passenger seat and looked at them. "I will run you over." She informed them. They moved out of the way as she backed out of the parking spot and out to the street.

She got home and headed inside, stopping when she saw Her mom and Sharpay and the cook gathered around the island talking excitedly.

"What's up?" Kiki asked, walking over. Sharpay looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"Ryan's coming!" She squealed. Kiki's eyes widened.

"What? When?"

"Tomorrow. They get the week off for one reason or another and he's coming home, we're going to have a big dinner for him." Catherine grinned. If there was one thing the three could agree on, it was Ryan.

"Yes! Now I have a real excuse why I can't go to the party." Kiki nodded.

"What party?" Kiki jumped, looking at the phone in the middle of the island.

"Ryan?"

"Hey Keeks. What party?"

"Umm… a girl at school invited me to a sleepover and I didn't want to go, now I have a real reason not to." She shrugged.

"You should go." Ryan argued.

"I'd rather not." Kiki shook her head.

"Mom told me you took my car to school today." Kiki blinked at the sudden change in conversation.

"Umm… yeah."

"I'll let you have it if you go to the party." Ryan offered.

"I… Ryan, I don't want to go. These girls are strange, not friends, fan girls." She pouted.

"Go to the party and you get the car."

"Ugh fine, but not cool Ryan, not cool." Kiki walked out of the room. Sharpay and Catherine went back to planning the dinner and a few minutes later Kiki stuck her head into the kitchen.

"Umm… Shar… what do I take to a sleep over?"