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"Okay, let's go over this again." I exhale as I extend my arm to the area over Troy's chest, "Good touch, bad touch?" Your impromptu tickle session led to some inappropriate and awkward moments, remind me to kick your ass later.

"Good Touch" the class answered looking very serious.

"How about now? Good touch, bad touch?" I question moving my arm to a lower area, earning a smile from you.

"Knock that smile off, Troy I'm no where close to it." I whisper through my teeth.

"Eww bad touch." The boys and girls scream.

"Alright, what about this?" I ask as I spin you around and point to your butt.

The class erupts in laughter. "Bad touch!!!"

"My turn." You smile as you turn around.

"Touch me and die."

You position yourself behind me and grab my wrists and pull my hands over my chest.

"Good touch, bad touch?"

A mixture of good and bad touches echoes through the room.

"Can't argue that." You whisper in my ear, causing me to elbow you in the stomach. "Actually class that is a bad touch. Well it could be good in a few years…umf" I elbow you again in the stomach. "But it's a bad touch in this classroom."

"Okay what about this? Good touch bad touch?" You ask as you drop our hands below my abdomen.

"Bad touch."

"Great job, gang…uh yes Blanca you have a question?"

"I know that's a bad touch, but Troy when you were tickling Sharpay that's almost where you were tickling. Shouldn't you be in trouble?"

"He is." I reply as you start to blush. "He's in big trouble, you see kids Troy here is what we like to call a creeper."

The class erupts in laughter, "No miss, Troy isn't a creeper he just thinks you are hott." Alex states matter of factly. Soon all of the boys in the class are nodding their heads, "Yea, its true. You're definitely hott. Good job, Troy."

It's now me who's blushing. "She's not hott." You interrupt "She's beautiful, and now I think you are the ones who are creepers. Now grab the basketball and go outside, I think we're long overdue for some practice." With that the class runs past us grabbing the ball and lining up inside.

It's only then that I realize how close we are still standing to one another. "So I'm not hott?" I question turning around and catching your eyes.

"No, I mean yes you are its just.." you start to stutter looking like a deer in headlights.

"Relax Troy" I smile "I'm just messing with you, that was really sweet…but you are still in trouble." With that I walk to the door, but not before smacking your butt much like I see all you stupid basketball players doing during games.

"Hey that's a bad touch."

"You loved it."

We ended Friendship week a hell of a lot better than it started. We played basketball (I'm getting better), watched Fox and Hound (I saw you tearing up), had an uneventful trip back to the pool where Julian kept me company. He isn't really comfortable swimming and would only go in every once in a while when you would let him ride on your back. Eventually, we fell asleep in the sun only to be awoken by everyone dripping ice cold water on us (putting you even higher up on my shit list). And before we knew it we were waiting for the kids' parents to pick them up on Friday afternoon.

"You know what tomorrow is?" I smile as you lock our classroom door.

"Our first day that we can sleep in in a week?" You smile. Oh this is going to be fun.

"Slave Saturday."

"What? I thought you were kidding about that." You reply, stopping dead in your tracks.

"I don't kid. Be there seven am sharp. There's a key under the sun dial, let yourself in."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

Before I know it, I'm pulling away from your house and preparing myself for bed, making a mental list of all the fun things I have in store for tomorrow.

"Pshhh Sharpay. Sharpay, I'm here wake up." A light shake wakes me from my sleep.

"Troy its 6:57, go home." I mumble rolling away from your grasp

"You said to be here bright and early."

"I was being sarcastic." I groan as I pull a pillow over my head.

"No you weren't. So I'm here, enslave me." You smile, a little too happily for this time of the morning.

"Fine, come sleep." I mumble, making room in my enormous bed.

"What?"

"Your first order is to come sleep with me, its too early Bolton."

"Don't have to ask me twice." I hear you take your shoes off as you crawl into bed next to me.

"Hmm you're warm." I whisper half asleep as I roll over into the croak of your neck attempting to steal your body heat.

"Some even go so far as to say that I'm hott." You tease, but I'm too tired to respond as I fall back into slumber.

Why is my bed moving? I can't force myself to open my eyes and meet the harsh light quite yet. And snoring? Its then that I remember, my 7 AM wake up call. I slowly open my eyes to find that at some point throughout our sleep I managed to completely roll on top of you, utilizing your chest as my pillow as your arms lazily hang on my back. I look over to my clock, 11:00, much better I smile to myself as I begin to push myself off of you. I no sooner find myself staring at your face, more specifically your black eye. Gosh I really got a good piece of you, I attempt to move my hand up to your face to inspect the damage when…

"Like what you see?" you question, effectively scaring the shit out of me.

"Gosh you are a creeper, how long were you awake."

"Not long, and I'm going to have to vote you as the creeper of the day." You challenge from beneath me.

"Does it hurt?" I question, ignoring your comment and grazing my fingers lightly over the bruise.

"Not so much anymore, you have one hell of a right hook."

"Yea, sorry about that. I have anger issues." I weakly smile attempting to get up.

"You? Never." You answer sarcastically.

"I was trying to apologize jerkoff." I reply punching your shoulder.

"Why must you always hit?" you question in mock pain.

"I thought you said you liked it rough?" I question as I head into my closet, "Give me a second I'm going to get changed then we'll start our day."

"Hey I could change you, I mean, I'm sure it's totally part of a normal slave's day." I hear you suggest as I disappear into my large closet.

"Ok, first order of business." I begin as I reappear wearing shorts and a wife beater. "Teach me how to make chocolate chip pancakes."

"Teach you? Are you sure that you don't just want me to make them for you?"

"No. Next week is food week, and I wanted to cook something with the kids and well you saw me in the kitchen. I can barely make koolaid."

"You're nothing like what I expected Sharpay." You shake your head as we head down the stairs

"That's the point, isn't it?"