Sleeping Problems

A/N - Basically this is like... No one can get to sleep, all this is happening kind of at the same time, around 3 - 4 am.

Troy first, Gabriella second, Evans' third.

And if you don't understand, now... It's spooky because Ben is Ben Evans' ghost.

So it's quite strange.

But review anyway!

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He could hear someone's soothing voice. It sounded calm.

He could feel a soft hand lay on his arm, tugging at him gently. It was cold.

He could smell roses, a kind of perfume he's only smelt on one person.

Gabriella.

His eyes shot open, and he glanced around. He was dripping in sweat, and his covers were draped across him in a most uncomfortable fashion.

'What's happening to me?'

Thoughts of worry flew through his mind as he slowly got up, stretching his arms.

'Phew, I stink. Curse that dumb witch for making me this way.'

As he walked across the landing towards the bathroom, he heard that Adam was up and pacing.

As usual.

As if welcoming him in, Adam opened the bathroom door to Troy. As he saw him, he pulled the door wider, groaning in confusion.

'At least I'm not the only one with problems today.'

He splashed his face with the cooling water before dragging a towel off the side, firmly wiping his body dry from sweat.

Adam paced the small room again and again, his mind literally a time bomb.

About to go off.

"Troy." he called, grabbing his arm.

Troy turned around swiftly, chest rising and falling.

'What's wrong now. Just ignore me like you usually do.'

"Troy." he called again, restless. He placed himself on the toilet seat, groaning. Troy looked up to see Adam tapping his foot, glaring across the room.

"What." he managed after a while, thinking and thinking.

'Adam doesn't realize I need this time in the restroom to think up a way to get Gabriella back once and for all. Kelsi won't be able to help me.'

"Is it a girl." he whispered, staring across the room. He smiled gently, watching the wall contently. Troy nodded slowly, snorting.

'Bloody girls. Sometimes I don't really know why they were invented.'

"Same. A really wonderful girl. Her name was Sharpay. Not your Sharpay, mine. She was all mine. She loved me, and I loved her. It was real love. Not your love. Mine. She had the thickest blond hair you could imagine. Oh, so thick! It was luscious and it shone in the sunlight. She left me for some dork. I never thought I was ever going to smile again. I couldn't believe how such an amazingly beautiful girl could be... So... Horrible. I was a good boy, I was. I bought her gifts, I praised her, I kissed her, I carried her books, waited by her locker... I would do anything for her. I loved her." he whispered, still smiling at the wall.

Troy shook his head, pacing the room himself.

'Pacing is good, pacing helps.'

Adam looked up with tears in his eyes, chuckling to himself.

"But it's changed. Girls are definitely like birds. They fly in, then when seasons change they need a change of air." he said quietly, standing up.

His basic outfit of yellow shorts and a white tank definitely worked; Troy felt he was very attractive. Did that mean he was too?

'I hope so. I love girls. I love them so much.'

Troy shrugged and walk through the door, grunting. He could only take so much of his brothers crazy rants. As he shuffled into his room, he could hear his sister rocking about in her bed.

'Oh cheese. Not again.'

Before he could sneak in his room, he heard it.

"Troy?" Delilah called, sniffing loudly.

Troy opened the door, smiling.

"Baby D, hello."

He closed the door as quietly as he could and strode across the room, seating himself carefully in the rocking chair.

The quizzical 3 yr old jumped up into his lap and hugged him tight, asking one question after another.

"Troy... Why does you have brown hair and me have yellow hair?" she asked, pulling at a stray strand of his fringe.

He coughed slightly, pulling her sticky fingers out from his clean glossy do.

"When I was a baby, mine was blond too. Maybe you'll go brown when you get old?"

She shook her head, shuffling across his lap.

"Troy, how come you are so very tall and I am so shortbread?" she asked, jumping down and stretching her arms high up in the air.

'Bless her, her arms don't even come up to my waist.'

"I don't know, Delilah. Now, please get some rest for tomorrow." he sighed, picking her up gently and carrying her across the room.

She immediately got comfy in his arms, snuggling down into his chest, her arms stretched right around his body. He sighed and laid her down in her bed, making her scream discontentedly. He groaned and squatted onto the floor, holding his head in his hands.

'I can't take this world! How can these people put up with all the noise!'

Delilah sat up, baffled, letting her bottom lip wobble.

Hearing the noise slowly fade, Troy stood up straight again, breathing heavily.

"Go straight to sleep, Delilah." he said harshly, pushing her chest down, making her lay down, even though she struggled.

She whimpered silently, tears stinging her eyes, but he had had enough.

"Troy..." she whispered, watching him freeze up at the sound of her voice.

"What. Now!" he screeched, jumping across to the bed and grabbing her by the neck. She screamed and he pulled back, as if allergic to her voice.

"I'm sorry." she whispered through her tears, turning over to face the window.

Troy glanced down at his hands, anger rising in him.

'How could I do that to baby D? I'm evil.'

"I'm sorry, baby D, I-" he started, walking silently over to the bed again.

She whimpered, cowering in the corner of her bed.

"Go away you bully!" she muttered under her breath, kicking her legs up so the duvet covered her body.

"I'm sorry." he said one more time, stroking the soft pine of the bed.

He walked out of the room to find his mom walking out of her bedroom, rubbing her head.

"Ah, Troy, umm, what were you doing in Delilah's room?" she stuttered, backing back into her bedroom door. He shrugged and walked into his own, shaking from head to toe.

'My family can't sleep tonight, I wonder why?'

He heard his dad's voice above the rest, shouting and cursing. Troy covered his ears, tears stinging his eyes. He heard his door open, and although he couldn't see over the mountain of duvet that hid the view, he knew who it was.

"Troy, I'm scared." she whispered, jumping as a large clash could be heard.

Troy nodded, pulling the duvet back. The toddler jumped in, huddling up to her big brother. Her freezing feet wrapped around Troy's legs, making him shiver.

'Man her feet are bloody freezing!'

Troy sat up slowly, carefully watching Delilah. She had fallen asleep, and he wanted to listen in on his dad's, mom's and Adam's conversation.

"...How you could think about staying up all night talking to yourself, it's abomination, you need your sleep and you're not going to get it if you're..." Jack bellowed.

"...Why is this a problem, dad? It never was when you were worrying about your job and you stayed up all night cooking bacon..." Adam cried.

"...The two of you are so childish! Jack, why don't you go to bed earlier, that way you'll fall asleep before he wakes up and then none of us will have a problem..." Sarah yelled.

"...Isn't me, it's him! Are you taking drugs or something? Huh? Drinking caffeine? What is it! You idiotic bastard!" Jack screamed, leaving everyone quiet.

"Piss off dad, you've got no right to call me names!" Adam screamed clearly, while Sarah was pacing around, muttering 'oh no' loudly.

"What was that, son? A foul mouth too? You deserve a good squirt of soap in that dirty pie-hole or yours, you do!" Jack said, a lot quieter this time.

"Get away from me, dad! I'll call Child Line!" Adam screamed, and a few slamming doors could be heard.

"For Christ's sake, Jack, why the hell do you have to make a scene?!" Sarah cried, clattering pots and pans.

"That boy needs to learn some manners. You wouldn't believe what he does in his spare time! You wouldn't!" jack cried, stomping up the stairs.

"Well, I wouldn't believe it because I know it's not true. I know what he does, too right I know! He sits on that damn computer and does strange 'blog' stuff." Sarah muttered, causing jack to slam his bedroom door.

After a while, when Troy was about to drop off, he heard one more thing.

"Oh yes, Sarah, sleep on the couch tonight."

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Gabriella could hear her phone going off, she opened her eyes to see it was pitch black still.

As she reached across to her desk, her shoulder clicked and she winced. Her sister, across the room, stirred, making Gabriella drop her phone.

An uncomfortable clanking sound was heard and Gabriella sat up sharply, looking around cautiously. She pulled on the light string, she found her room was trashed.

"Gracie, what have you been doing?" she whispered, making her sister sit up and rub her head.

She shrugged, getting out of her bed and walking across the room to the door.

'Wow, does Gracie look like me!'

Gracie was Gabriella's 'twin'. They were born just days apart, Gabriella being the youngest. They were complete opposites, though.

"I don't know. Wasn't me." Gracie sighed, pulling the door shut behind her. Gabriella swiftly walked through to her mom's room and stomped her foot sulkily.

Alice rolled her eyes and opened her arms, allowing Gabriella to walk in.

"Mom, my room's trashed." she whined, snuggling into Alice's chest.

She smelt wonderfully warm.

Gabriella was freezing.

"Ugh, what's Gracie done now!" Alice huffed, standing up rapidly. Gabriella fell off her lap and onto the floor, groaning.

"Nothing, mama. It wasn't her." Gabriella whispered, noticing the time.

3.10am.

"Well, who was it then?" Alice cried, turning on her heel at the door.

Ready to give Gracie a good smacking.

"I don't know." Gabriella whispered, biting her lip.

"Well, it was someone!"

"I don't know." Gabriella repeated, shuffling into her own room.

It really was a tip.

The floor was covered in paper, the curtains were falling off and her TV was on.

She walked across to Gracie's half of the room and sighed.

Hers was picture perfect!

She started to clear it up, when she heard her teenage brother shuffle in, crying.

'What a wimp.'

"Gabriella! Why do you have to make so much noise!" he yelled, sitting down on her bed softly.

"Johnny! Why do you have to be such a wimp!" she said back, smiling slightly.

'He huffed and laid down, rubbing the duvet in between his fingers.

Gabriella sat down next to him, glaring at the floor.

Why couldn't it clean itself up?

"What's with the mess?" Johnny asked after a while, picking up a piece of paper.

"Hey, that's my math work!" he screamed, holding it to his chest.

Feeling forlorn, he ran out of the room and into his other brothers, shouting and whinging. Soon she heard her next brother come in, Stephen.

"Have you stolen any of my work, then?" he yelled, clutching her wrist.

She struggled free, shaking her head.

"I didn't do it. I swear!" she spoke innocently, nearly in tears.

Stephen wasn't the kindest brother in the world, but even she knew he never jumped to conclusions.

"Well who did then?!" he said dumbly, kicking a few more pieces of paper up into the air. He caught it easily, scanning them quickly.

"Test papers, notes, doodles... What the hell, Gabi?" he shouted, moving closer to Gabriella. She shook her head and curled up on her bed, crying quietly.

He sniggered, pulling a large pile of papers from the floor and carrying them to his room, shouting.

'I didn't do it, I would remember!'

She hated her siblings. There was Gracie, 16, who hated her, Johnny, 13, who was a wimp, Stephen, 19, who was a bully, Anna, 24, who had snubbed Gabriella her whole childhood, and Millie, 1, who couldn't even talk.

'My mom got busy!'

She walked across the room, staring out the window. She could see her dad talking to the garden gnome.

Again.

"Mama, father is outside and... Is drunk." Gabriella called, looking beyond her garden, and glanced across 3 rows of houses, looked to the left 7 houses, and smiled.

'Troy's house.'

Just as she started to think about him, her computer dinged.

A message.

'Gabigirl101,

I can't sleep. My sister's in my bed, my dad's shouting, my brother's crying and my mom's vacuuming. Everything's wrong.

Sorry if this wakes you, I just really need someone to talk to.

Love baskethottie123. x'

Gabriella whimpered and immediately wrote back.

Everything went wrong for poor Troy.

'My dear baskethottie123,

Don't worry, you didn't wake me. Everything is hectic at my house as well. Gracie is in a mood with me, Johnny is crying, Stephen wants to hit me, mom is in a mood, Anna hasn't arrived from the airport and Millie just started to cry. Families aren't the prettiest sometimes, eh? I think something is in the air. I'm sorry about your family 'problem', anyway. It's horrible.

Love Gabigirl101. x'

She shook her head and picked the rest of the papers up, placing them on her desk.

Gracie walked back in the room, screaming.

"What is wrong with this stupid family!" Gracie screeched, plopping down on her beanbag. Gabriella shrugged and sat on her own, watching the muted TV talk and talk to itself.

"Why do they even put TV on at night?" Gracie asked irritably, turning the sound up. Gabriella shrugged, yet again, closing her eyes delicately.

"And for tomorrow's weather, freak storms are spreading across Albuquerque right as I speak. In a few hours, floods could be appearing and high tide change is expected. Temperature will be at a low of 2'C, lower in other areas. That was the weather report from Samantha Daniels, reporting for Over Night National News. Over to you, Jess." the TV boomed, making Gabriella cover her ears.

Gracie sighed and turned it off, laying back.

"Do you think it'll really be horrible like it said on the news?" she whispered, looking outside.

A large cloud was surrounding the house, looming terrifyingly. It made the sky darker than it was.

Gabriella sighed and glanced at the clock; in the dim light she could just make out 4am.

She groaned and walked up to her now clean half of the room and laid on her bed, crying to herself.

"Quit your whining, sis. Everyone feels it, not just you. And we get along just fine." Gracie snapped, standing up ferociously.

Gabriella pulled the covers across her shoulders slowly, staring into the distance.

Nobody knew how she felt right now.

Bored.

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Sharpay kicked the covers from her body, feeling the warmth of the night overtake her once again.

Ben shuddered, feeling the coldness against his bare chest.

"Sharpay! If I'm sleeping in your bed, you have to keep the duvet on me!" he whispered, pulling it back over his head.

Sharpay sighed, touching his arm.

After their dinner, he had told her about his old school and his friends, while she merely listened.

'It was strange, usually I do all the talking.'

He had gotten a bit lost, trying to find his street, apparently he said it didn't exist.

---Flashback---

"I know it's here somewhere, I know!"

Ben shook his head for the last time, sitting down on the park wall.

"I told you Shar, my street doesn't exist! I can't remember getting to it or coming from it. I know it's Angel-Tech High Street, but that would be all I know." Ben repeated, but Sharpay didn't seem to get it.

"But it has to exist! How can it not?" Sharpay insisted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Ben shrugged and walked away, smiling at a sudden bee.

"Nope, I haven't seen it since 1998, and then I didn't go back." he said, shrugging.

She smiled at him, linking him happily.

"In fact, I have seen my house since then. And my family. But I don't know where." he said joyfully, grinning as she pulled him into her driveway.

---END---

Sharpay didn't know what he meant, but it was an opportunity to get as close to him as she possibly could.

He felt like family to her.

Not a boyfriend.

More like a brother, or a pet fish.

"Sharpay, turn out the bloody light." Ryan groaned, throwing a pillow across their room.

It hit Ben, who sat up smiling.

"Hell dear Ryan. Is it time to rise and shine?" he cried, making Sharpay giggled and pull him down.

She felt ready to kiss him, but she didn't want to.

Something was eating at her from the inside, telling her to not take this too far.

"Sharpay..." Ben started, slipping out from her grip.

"Yes..." she replied, a cheeky grin playing on her tanned face.

"Are you trying to take it slow between us?" he asked, snuggling down deeper into the sheets.

Sharpay raised an eyebrow at him, watching him look away, trying not to laugh.

"Why?" she asked, ignoring his question.

"Because I think we should. I mean, I love you, but more like a sister. Do you understand me? A sister!" he cried, shaking her shoulders again and again.

"Wait, you mean I'm your sister?" she replied cheekily, kissing his cheek.

She turned over, not watching him nod his head continuously.

"You and your strangeness Ben. I was so lucky that night when you caught me." she whispered, turning slightly as she heard no reply from her 'sister' statement.

"Look, you don't understand. You're my sister! And our brother, Ryan met Gran across the wall of lost souls, but I was lucky enough not to be trapped there. I went straight to Heaven, but I came down when I saw you struggling with mom and dad. I'm not lying!" he shrieked, leaping out of the bed and across to the door.

"Who are you?!" Sharpay screamed, pulling the covers across her body. She was half naked in bed with a guy who she hardly knew, who claimed to be his sister and knew everything about her family.

"I'm not lying here, sis! Will this make you remember?" he cried, pulling his foot up and showing her his toe.

As it was before he died, his toe was pink with little scars on.

"No, freaking way!" she screamed, standing up and inspecting his toe closely.

It was the same as Ben's. Ben Evans, that is.

---Flashback---

Ben screamed out in pain yet again as the doctors removed the glass.

"Is it ok, Mr.?" Sharpay asked, squeezing her 8 year old brother's hand.

He had fallen through a window and two large slices of glass had cut his toe badly.

It looked painful.

Ben yelped as the doctor ultimately pulled the whole wedge of glass from his toe.

As they bandaged it up, Ben kissed Sharpay's cheek, smiling.

Whispering one sentence to her.

---END---

Sharpay gasped and looked up, as if reading his mind.

If he was a dog, his ears would've tensed up because he knew he was thinking exactly what Sharpay was.

"No worries, all is ok and all is alright." they whispered simultaneously, holding onto each other.

It couldn't be true, could it?

"Ok, you drama dudes, if you seriously-" Ryan groaned, walking up to them, but stopped.

Sharpay screamed high-pitched, pulling Ryan downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Our brother?" Ryan exclaimed, biting into a piece of carrot.

Sharpay had neatly arranged carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes on a plate for them to snack on while they 'reminisced'.

"Yes! He has the toe, he knows the line, his name, why was he there when you were talking to Gran? How did he know you were talking to Gran? How did he know about the road of lost souls? How did he-" Sharpay ran on, pacing the kitchen over and over again, counting the possibilities on her fingers.

"Ok! I believe you. But you must help us get mom and dad together again." he said, directing his attention to Ben.

He was swinging on his chair, bit of cucumber hanging out of his mouth. He breathed it into his mouth and burped loudly, jumping off of the chair.

"I know how to. You got them those tickets to Les Miserables, yes?" he said, watching Ryan and Sharpay glance at each other then nod.

"All you need to do now is..." he whispered the rest of the plan to them, making them nod in excitement.

"It's perfect. Bro." Ryan said, adding 'bro' at the end, smiling.

Ben smiled back, pulling his siblings into a warm, long hug.

Oh, how he had missed them, that somewhat 8-9 years.

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A/N - So yes, I hate my life xD

Everything has gone wrong today and I don't think I can take much more of it. If I commit suicide and can't finish my stories, feel free to help yourself.

Nice, Troyella endings please, no stupid twists P

Peace x