A/N: I feel horrible for not updating in ages and then posting a finale, but honestly I've had massive writer's block when it comes to this story. Luckily, my fabulous mei mei pointed out that I could just end it and free myself up to write tons of oneshots pertaining to it. I quite like this idea, as it allows me more freedom as a writer and less worry about chronology. So, fear not, Troypay and Chyan shippers! More will come…just not under this title.

Disclaimer: If I owned HSM, I would have been the student in HSM3 who accidentally-on-purpose pushed Tiara Gold off the stage. Oh wait. That didn't happen. Damn.

This chapter is dedicated to Rini!

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Troy paced nervously around his old room.

"Dude, you're making me dizzy!" Chad said as he sat on the bed.

"My dad already said to go for it. Relax," said Ryan from his spot next to Chad.

"I can't!" Troy exclaimed. "I—I want everything to be perfect! What if something goes wrong? What if she--aaaargh!" Ryan rolled his eyes as Chad got up and grabbed Troy by the shoulders.

"Get a grip, Bolton," he said sternly. "Don't freak out. You can do this." Troy visibly relaxed as he took a breath.

"Ok," he said. "Showtime."

Chad and Ryan grinned at him.

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It was Christmas again in Albuquerque. Everyone was home for the holidays. Troy pulled up to the Evans mansion blinded by the fantastic light display. Sharpay's little dog Boi bounded up to him, tail wagging furiously. Troy knelt down to scratch Boi behind the ears as the doors to the mansion opened. Sharpay stepped out wearing a pale pink dress and a thousand watt smile. Troy grinned sheepishly back.

"Ooh, silly Boi. He's not supposed to be out this late, are you Boi?" she cooed as she picked up her dog and cradled him close. "I'm just going to put him inside, okay?"

"Sure!" said Troy a little too loudly. Sharpay gave him a puzzled look before turning and brining Boi back inside. Troy took another deep breath while her back was turned, but when she looked at him again he was the picture of innocence.

"Shall we?" he asked nonchalantly as he offered his arm. Sharpay laughed pleasantly as she took it.

"I have no idea where we're going, Troy. You just said you had something special planned." She looked up at him expectantly.

"Hmm, do I?" Troy put on a mock thoughtful expression. She poked him in the ribs, causing him to jump.

"So, where are we going?" she inquired as he started up the car.

"You'll see."

"Ok, mystery man."

They drove in silence—Troy nervous, Sharpay curious. Finally Troy turned down the road to Lava Springs. Sharpay turned to look at him with a question on her lips, but the intense look on his face kept her silent. Troy pulled over near the edge of the canyon as he had the night Sharpay came back into his life. He exited the car and opened Sharpay's door for her, offering his hand to her. She descended gracefully onto the sand.

"My shoes aren't exactly made for this," she joked as she removed them and put them in the car. Troy waited until she shut the door before taking her hand again. A thrill raced through him as her fingers laced with his.

"This way," he said, guiding her away from the car. He approached a gathering of boulders that marked the start of Lava Springs property. Suddenly he turned to his girlfriend.

"Close your eyes," he said.

She complied, heart fluttering. Whatever was happening was exciting, that was for sure.

He led her between the rocks, taking care to avoid obstacles for her bare feet.

"Take a look," he murmured in her ear.

Sharpay opened her eyes and gasped.

The boulders had been masking a ring of white Christmas lights suspended from ceiling-height poles around a roll-out dance floor. A string quartet on the outskirts of the circle struck up a pretty tune as she took in the moonlit scene. Sharpay turned to Troy to see him biting back a grin.

"But…what…" she began.

"Care to dance?" he asked.

She practically dragged him onto the floor.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he teased.

They slowly waltzed around the floor. Sand from the surrounding desert was scattered under Sharpay's toes. She gazed up into Troy's eyes and smiled.

Before she could say anything, the tune changed. Sharpay could recognize it…but where was it from?

Troy answered her by singing quietly.

"…so this is love…so this is what makes life divine…"

Sharpay could have been knocked over with a feather. Troy was singing to her from Disney's Cinderella. She giggled. My boyfriend is SUCH a dork.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Sharpay could tell from his tone that he was blushing. But he's an ADORABLE one.

"Nothing, loverboy. Keep singing!" She moved closer to him as he complied.

As the song ended and the music struck up a new vaguely familiar tune, Troy stepped away from Sharpay. He took both her hands in his.

"Sharpay," he began.

"Troy, are you all right? Your hands are shaking."

"I'm fine. I—"

He paused to take a breath.

"I love you so much, Sharpay. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're more important to me that anything, and I…" He trailed off, staring at her. The moonlight was illuminating her and the strings of lights were reflected in her eyes, making them look like the sky was contained within them. To him, she looked like a goddess.

"Troy?" she asked with a confused expression.

"You are so beautiful."

She froze, breathless. His words were so sincere and full of awe that she could do nothing else.

After a beat, she stepped towards him again and needlessly smoothed out the lapels of his jacket. He raised his hands to still hers.

"I want to be with you, Sharpay. I want to protect you and support you and encourage your glitter-filled ideas. I never want to stop getting dragged to museums by you and explaining sports events to you while you nod and wonder why the players are wearing such unfashionable outfits and applauding for you at every performance you're in or have worked on. I want to be the person you turn to when you feel like your world is breaking and all you want to do is cry until it hurts. I want to karaoke obnoxiously with you in public places and make up silly corresponding choreography and laugh when people stare at us. I want to grow old with you and still be doing all this. I want to face this world with you…my beautiful princess."

Troy smiled sheepishly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. He knelt down on one knee in front of her.

"Even if you say no, I'll be happy knowing I had one last dance with you."

He opened the box to reveal a brilliant diamond ring.

"But just in case…will you marry me?"

Sharpay finally recognized the song, and the last line flowed through her head as she absorbed what Troy was saying. I'll be the greatest fan of your life…

"Yes," she whispered.

"What?" he asked to make certain his mind wasn't deluding him.

"YES!" she shrieked happily as she threw her arms around him and held him tightly.

Abruptly, she shoved him away.

"You IDIOT!"

"What?! What did I do!?"

"This must have cost a FORTUNE! I can't believe it!"

"You're worth it."

"You don't need a fancy setup and a talented set of musicians playing soppy love songs to impress me!"

"Helped though, didn't it?" he grinned.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point." She pouted.

Troy sighed.

"Let me put that ring on you, okay? You're making me nervous," he joked.

"If you insist." She grinned and stuck out her left hand. Troy put the engagement ring on her third finger and stood up.

"I am now officially the luckiest man alive," he said, grinning back.

"You got that right," she said before standing to kiss him. "Now come on. I have to show my mom!"

Troy waved at the quartet in thanks as he followed his fiancé.

"I love you," Sharpay said before entering the car.

Troy laughed and pointed at her ring. "I know."

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To be continued under new titles!