I know I said this would be the last chapter, but I had to split it in two cause it was getting a little long. I'm sorry!

Chapter 10- A Sharpay Production

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for another stomach jolting trip to the future when my future self cleared her throat. I popped open one eye.

"Well?"

"I thought I'd try something different this time," she said. "Are you in for a feature film?"

I flashed a smirk. A movie starring me? "Do you even have to ask?"

Her expression reflected my own. "I present to you a Sharpay Production, Out of the Blue."

I forced myself to shake away the wandering thoughts of accepting my award for that flick, and gave my full attention to the video playing on my cell phone.

After a very compelling title screen and fading in and out names (I practically bubbled over in excitement when I read: Sharpay Evans), the hotel's entrance came into view. Students were pouring out of the double doors and moving towards the crowded parking lot indicating that the party had ended.

In the midst of it all, Zeke stood alone leaned up against the building. He looked upset as his eyes focused on something in the distance.

The camera's view switched to what held his attention and at once I knew the cause of his hurt. Troy and I were facing each other, our fingers entwined. The robe Zeke gave me lied loosely over my arm. A smile was stretched across my face as Troys soft eyes stared into mine. He leaned forward and my eyes closed as I anticipated his next move. Sure enough, our lips met and he released his hands to wrap his arms around my waist. I lifted my arms and snaked them around his neck at the same time letting the robe fall to the ground.

Zeke shifted his gaze.

Even though this would have been one of the best moments in my life, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I watched as Troy released himself and took my hand leading the way to his truck. I didn't even go back to pick up the robe, but instead just left it there.

Once we were out of sight, Zeke slowly walked over to the robe and scooped it up. He dusted it off and through it over his shoulder, his eyes still watching me and Troy.

Chad, Taylor and Gabriella stood beside him also witnessing my insensitive actions.

"You alright, man?" Chad asked, patting him on the back.

Zeke nodded sadly. "Yea. It's no big deal. I guess I was out of my league anyway."

"No," Taylor disagreed, "You're a good guy Zeke. She was just too blind to see that."

Gabriella shrugged. "There's nothing you can do when it comes to true love."She gave a small smile that showed traces of her own struggle to cope. "No matter what you feel inside."

"Just be glad you don't have to put up with her." Chad shook his head. "Poor, Troy."

Zeke snickered softly, but he still seemed heartbroken as the scene faded to black.

"Four Years Later" flashed on the screen and a much older Zeke moved swiftly through a busy street. A phone was pressed to his ear and his eyes were bright, a total transformation from his previous state. He looked snazzy and professional in his black suit, white shirt and blue tie.

"I know. I can't wait either. I'll see you when I get home." He smiled. "I love you, too."

He clicked his cell shut and slipped it into his pants pocket before jogging across the street before the light turned green. He reached inside his pocket again and pulled out his car keys pressing a button towards a black BMW convertible. He briefly glanced at the parking meter and smiled in victory. Right on time.

He took hold of the driver's door and stopped. Across the way something caught his eye. His eyes grew wide and he took off. He headed into the park located right next to the place his car sat, picking up speed on the way. I recognized the park from childhood memories where Ryan and I would run wild on the kiddie gym and race down the monkey bars. It reminded me of the good times where every little thing had so much more meaning to me.

Zeke skid to a halt before a bench, his chest rapidly heaving up and down. He stared down in horror at the the person occupying it. It was a sleeping girl dressed in mangled rags. Her knees pressed up against her chest and her hands were folded under her head where a threadbare wool hat sat snugly.

Zeke knelt down and softly rubbed his thumb against the girl's dirty cheek. "Sharpay..."

I gasped. That hideous creature was me?

He shook her gently and her eyes slowly opened. They narrowed upon his recognition. "Zeke?"

"Sharpay! Sharpay come on, I'm going to get you home."

She groaned, "Leave me alone," before closing her eyes again and cuddling back up against the bench.

"Sharpay, please! Let me take you to Ryan."

"I don't care about Ryan," she said, her eyes still shut. "Just go."

"But..."

She shot up from her seat and scrambled to her feet giving a clearer view of herself. While Zeke had grown into a handsome and polished young man, she or I grew about 10 years older. I looked like a hobo. I cringed as I noticed the newspaper sticking to the bottom of her dirty shoe. I was a hobo.

"Have you not gotten the clue, yet?" she snapped. "Or are you just too stupid to understand."

I watched Zeke's expression and it made me uncomfortable. I wasn't just a hobo I was a cranky hobo.

"I don't need your help!"

"Sharpay, you're sleeping on a bench in the middle of a public park," Zeke said spreading his arm out towards the vast grounds. "This isn't you!"

"You don't know who I am anymore."

Zeke lowered himself so that their eyes were leveled. "Let me help you. I'll take you to Ryan where you'll be safe. Please!" He reached for her hand, but she yanked it away.

"I said, leave me alone!"

Having no other choice, Zeke took a step back and shrugged. "Ok. Fine. I'll leave you alone." He gave her one last pleading look and turned away.

The future me dropped back onto the bench, the fury in her eyes transitioning to pain. Her lip trembling and her eyes filling with water, she hid her face in her hands and broke down.

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The next scene showed Zeke pounding on a door with the number 57 hanging near the top. The door swung open and I nearly dropped my cell.

Ryan stood in the doorway, scowling, only he looked nothing like the brother I grew up with. His pale skin was about three shades darker; his once blonde hair had been dyed jet black (with no hat in sight); and his attire, which consisted of a white collared shirt under an opened black vest and black jeans, made him look like he just got finished a photo shoot for Armani.

"Zeke! Wh..."

"I found Sharpay."

Ryan ran his fingers through his hair. "What? Where is she?"

"She's at the park," Zeke said. He struggled to get the words out. "I think she's been sleeping there all this time. I tried to bring her here, but she kept pushing me away. Like she always does."

"Hey," Ryan said, noticing the remorse on his face, "Don't worry about it. You tried." He frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be on your way to Italy?"

"Yea, but I wanted to give something to Sharpay before I left." He bent down and reached into a shopping bag that sat by his feet. He lifted out the blue robe.

Ryan took it solemnly. "Thanks, man. She didn't appreciate it then, but I know she will now."

Zeke gave a little smile. "I hope so."

"And hey," He held out his hand. "Congratulations on the wedding man. She's a lucky girl."

Zeke's smile expanded as he shook his hand. "Thanks, man." He nodded towards the robe. "Tell her I said goodbye?"

"Will do."

Hesitant to move, Zeke sighed and finally made his way towards the elevator. Inside, he pressed the button for the lobby floor and stared up at the ceiling with his head against the wall. "Goodbye, Sharpay. For good this time."

The elevator door's slid shut.