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It's getting hard to be around you,

there's so much i can't say.

Do you want to me

to try hide the feelings and look the other way?

And i don't know,

how to be fine when I'm not.

Cause I don't know,

how to make a feeling stop.

Just so you know

this feeling's taking control...

-Jesse McCartney

Modele Magazine Hallway

Kelsi wished she had no ears

"Faster!! Faster!" Kelsi heard Sharpay purr. Kelsi pressed her ear closer to the door.

"I think this needs to be hotter." She heard Zeke whisper.

"Oh you bad boy!" Sharpay exclaimed. Kelsi then heard a thump against the wall...like something being thrust against it. Good gosh Gabriella didn't pay her enough. This really needed to stop before they got fired. Kelsi pushed through the door, eyes squeezed tight and-

"OK this has to stop!" Kelsi demanded but when she heard no response she peeped open her eyes. Sharpay and Zeke were staring at her, fully dressed. Sharpay was licking a mixing spoon and Zeke stood by the oven.

"Are we not allowed to bake?" Sharpay asked.

"Wow cause that would SUCK." Zeke said.

"I thought you guys were getting it on or something." Kelsi said, clearly confused, if not a little bashful.

"Oh yeah we were totally getting it on." Zeke said straight away.

"Yeah we can just get changed really fast." Sharpay added.

Kelsi rolled her eyes and looked at them like they were still two year olds. She sighed, giving them a look as she turned her back and left them to it. Well, no, not to that, but she could hear them giggling all the way down the hall. Still, she thought to herself, looks like Zeke was finally getting somewhere. He'd been in the room with Sharpay for what Kelsi was guessing was more than twenty minutes and his tongue hadn't swollen up, he wasn't stuttering and he wasn't sweating like a pig about to be slaughtered, all in all, that could only be counted as a good thing.

Kelsi made her way back through the corridors, she'd had to deliver somehing to the guy with the office next door to Zeke's. She laughed to herself, what must he have been thinking?!

Now she had to go see the Artistic Director, aka, Jason Cross. This was one meeting she wasn't so sure about. Sure, she was excited, but like nervous excited, you know?

As she approached the wide, open, humongous square room full of screens and tables and props that was the art department, she looked around. Someone was laughing, and boy did she know that laugh. He turned around as she approached, almost as if he could sense her near. And actually, he kinda could.

"Kelsi, hi!" he said, smiling at her happily. And he really did look happy too, Kelsi noted this with pride.

"Hi," Kelsi replied, shifting the lookbook that was in her arms. It was basically a book of conceptual sketches for the upcoming shoot. It was a joint project between Sharpay, Ryan, Troy, Chad and of course, Jason himself. It fluttered between the five of them, occasionally landing on the desks of Gabriella and Taylor, who would of course critique it and send it back.

Kelsi held it out to Jason, but surprisingly he didn't take it. Instead, he sat down on the table that basically formed his office, behind two large silk screens in the corner of the room and smiled at her again. She smiled back nervously.

"Hey, Kelsi," his voice was questioning, she was immediately interested in what he was about to say. "how do you take your coffee? Cause, you know the coffee round here is shocking, but I was just wondering... do you uh, do you like it?"

Kelsi giggled. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to find excuses to talk to her. It was cute. She fought the urge to kiss him full smack on the lips in front of everybody, she just cast her eyes to the floor in embarrassment instead.

"Well," she replied, "I actually don't drink a lot of coffee, actually, I don't drink any. Bad memories... we don't really mesh well together."

He smiled, and Kelsi smiled back. She held the book out to him again, this time he took it.

"So, I guess I'll see you later?" she asked, her hand on the frame of the silk screen as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

He nodded, grinning again. She smiled and waved, heading out of the art department feeling considerably lighter than when she went in, and not just because she wasn't lugging around the lookbook.

Modele Magazine Staffroom

Obviously sexual harassment consequences needed to be more widely broadcast

"So Tay's got me running errands all over the place, she's got a dress fitting this Saturday. It's kind of cute you know though, seeing her all giddy and excited? Like she's a little kid again."

Kelsi smiled as she spoke and Gabriella laughed at the look on her friend's face, somehow, she knew exactly what Kelsi was thinking.

"It'll be your turn soon enough." she told her encouragingly, a giggle escaping her lips.

Kelsi looked at her and whacked her on the arm before she too broke into a wide smile.

"Look, I'm gonna head back upstairs," Gabriella told her assistant, taking her cup of cold coffee and a stack of new recipes from Zeke into her arms.

She waved to Kelsi as she exited the staffroom, making her way to the lifts opposite. She stood patiently and waited for one to come, smiling politely when a guy she thought might have worked in the PR department followed her in. Gabriella pushed for the 24th floor and asked the guy where he was getting off.

"On your bed." he said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" Gabriella asked, wondering if she needed her ears checked.

"How about we take this to my office? I've got a comfy leather couch just calling your name." he said, walking towards her. He wasn't too close, yet, but you see the elevator's pretty small and pretty soon he had her backed into the corner.

Think fast Gabriella, a voice told her. As quick as a flash Gabriella reached into her purse and fished around for the handy little aerosol container. She pulled out the pepper spray, aimed at the creep's face and pressed down like there was no tomorrow. He howled in agony, his eyes and throat stinging. Gabriella Montez may not know how to do a Texas square dance, she may not know how to bake the perfect quiche(though with Zeke's guidance she was getting darn close!) and she may not know how to fly a plane but boy did she know how to pepper spray the life out of sleazy men.

Modele Magazine Corridor

Ryan may want to start being the overprotective big brother right about now...

"Come on," Sharpay's voice echoed clearly through the not-so-sound proof wall, "let's get this hot and steamy!"

Ryan heard someone laugh, something made him think it might have been Zeke.

"Oh come on," Sharpay was saying, "don't be such a baby, real men do it!" Ryan wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be over-hearing this particular exchanging of words.

There was a noise like someone groaning, Ryan felt his ears go pink.

"Come on, if we're going to do this, you have to co-operate! On top, now, you'll love it, I promise, you'll be so glad afterward."

Ryan was in half a mind to bowl the door down and stop his sister from doing... whatever she was doing, but then he decided against, he loved his eyesight too much to let it be tainted.

"Come on," it was Zeke's voice this time, "It can only get better, last time was too hot, this time, well..."

Ryan had had enough. He was going to go right in there and stop his sister from doing.. whatever she was doing... and maybe have a few words with Zeke afterward... well, maybe later when things had, you know, cooled down a little.

"Ugh alright, this time will be perfect, I promise."

Without another thought he pushed open the door, only to be confronted by Sharpay battling with some poor nineteen year old intern whose head she was trying to force on top of a steamer to give him a facial.

Sharpay, Zeke and the unsuspecting intern all looked up at him as he slammed the door open, fist in the air, a murderous look upon his face. However his anger was short lived. Ryan quickly calmed himself, muttered a quick, "sorry," and hastily left the room. The momentary lapse in attention being paid to him gave the intern the perfect chance to make his escape and he hurriedly took off out the door.

"Why do they always run?" Sharpay asked exasperatedly.

Office of Gabriella Montez

People should really learn who they're boss' are so they can't jump them in an elevator.

Gabriella read through the last paragraph of an article to go in the next issue.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!" Gabriella said. An all-too-familiar man walked in, but this time with a damp cloth over his eyes.

"I'd like to make a formal complaint against a worker here." his now raspy throat said. Gabriella raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" The man held out his hand and took the cloth off of his eyes. He then looked up and recognized her.

"You!"

"I'm Gabriella Montez, the manager here. So who were you complaining about?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You pepper-sprayed me! I could sue you for assault!" he yelled, outraged.

"And I could sue, and fire you for sexual harassment. Now, I could be nice and forget this incident because I'm new here and I don't want problems this early in my job, or you could be difficult and I'll have to do what has to be done. Now which one do you pick Mr...?" Gabriella trailed off.

"Matthew Green." he filled in begrudgingly.

"Mr. Green. It's your choice."

"I have work to do." Matthew said angrily, leaving the room.

Wow, Troy looked like a saint compared to him!

Modele Magazine Hallway

Would it cost more than Kelsi's yearly salary to thicken the walls? Probably.

"Oh you do that so well!" Kelsi heard Sharpay moan. Oh gosh, not again, she thought, hearing Zeke panting.

"Yeah, that's the spot!" Zeke gasped.

Kelsi thought nothing of it, they were probably baking some more cookies or whatever, and walked around the corner.

"Oh my gosh!" Kelsi yelled, squeezing her eyes shut. Zeke and Sharpay were pressed up against a mirror in Sharpay's empty workroom. Sharpay's hair was a tousled and messy, her lipstick a bit smudged. Zeke's hands were lost under her skirt and you could see faint purple spots forming on his neck.

"Kelsi!" Sharpay squealed in surprise.

Kelsi said nothing, just grabbed the two of them by the scruff of the their necks and dragged them after her. She pulled open Taylor's office door, having dragged them into the lift, thankful for once for the elevator music, where the gang were sitting, pulling them along behind her while they each tried to adjust their ruffled clothing.

"These two are dating!" Kelsi stated to the others indignantly. "...or at least having sex in the hallways!" There was a moment of silence, then, Gabriella and Taylor jumped up and engulfed Sharpay in a hug.

"OMG when?" Gabriella asked.

"I can't wait to tell Sara!" Taylor exclaimed.

Chad and Ryan got up to congratulate Zeke on finally asking her out. Or at least being able to talk to Sharpay like a normal person. But Troy held back, quiet and lost in thought. He sneaked a look at a certain brunette. It must be so great to have a girl you really care about, or perhaps one who cares about you back.

Modele Magazine Company Closet

Sometimes, you need to take karate. Other times, you just take it to fend off the starving models.

Troy was pacing. Troy pacing was never a good sign. Well, that's what the guys had figured out in the last fifteen minutes anyway. They'd actually never seen him like this.

"Dude, what's the big problem? Just sit down and talk about it." It was Ryan, avoiding Zeke's embarrassed eyes and being the rational one, as always.

Troy looked at him, "I can't talk about it."

"Why not?" that one came from Chad.

Troy gripped the railing of a low hung bar that was supporting numerous leather jackets, his knuckles turning white as he gritted his teeth.

"Because I just can't."

"Dude," (Jason this time), "it's not good to bottle everything up, just tell us what's wrong and we can fix it."

Troy couldn't take it, the railing of the clothes rack snapped at one end, the jackets fell to the floor.

"Fix it? Fix it? How am I supposed to get a girl to go out with me when she thinks I told her she had a fat ass and evil red eyes?!" his hands were at his head, tugging at his hair, palms spread wide in frustration. He was pacing and yelling like he'd never yelled before.

"Dude!" Troy was leaning against a wall, his head in his palm, his elbow propped up against the wall. Chad placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Troy, it'll be OK."

Troy almost laughed.

"It will not be OK. The girl thinks I'm a huge jerk, she can't stand the sight of me, I've insulted her in almost every way possible and, and, she thinks I'm only up for a one night stand with a beautiful girl and nothing more!"

Troy wasn't yelling as such, but this was worse. This was raw pain, pain and anguish and desperation. This wasn't the Troy they knew, it wasn't the Troy anyone knew.

Troy stood there, just looking at them all, searching from one blank face to the next. Slowly, he lowered the arms that he didn't know he'd raised, his eyes falling to the ground in a mixture of desperation, confusion and guilt.

"Dude, if you're not up for a one night stand, what are you up for?"

And that, was one question Troy couldn't answer. At least, not yet.

A bit of an epiphany moment coming for up for a Troy then? Or maybe he'll just give up? Only time will tell... stay tuned to The Onion and the Artichoke as the thrilling story of ten friends continues...

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