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When Will They See?
Chapter 11.
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Maybe it's a fairy tale,
but I believe in happily ever after.
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Ah, just one more class and she would be able to start one of the weekends in her life, she was sure she'd always remember.
Sharpay quickly grabbed her books from her table, and went to find her next class. They had a 10 minutes break, so she would just have to pass time there.
She decided to stop by her locker, even though she had the stuff she needed. Then maybe she'd pass Troy in the hallway.
She was just opening her locker, when someone touched her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to find Troy, but found Taylor and Gabriella.
"So, you did it? Didn't you?" Gabriella asked, looking at her.
"Did what?" Sharpay was confused. She was so confused that she forgot to use her icy tone.
Taylor spoke up, "Now you and Troy are auditioning. Are you happy? You're gonna get the lead with the popular guy, and you've managed to get him to break up with his girlfriend too!?"
Sharpay looked even more confused by Taylor's speech, but decided to say something herself, since she usually wasn't known to keep quiet, "I have nothing to do with that, McKessie! Troy asked me if I wanted to audition, and since I needed a partner, I decided to do it, okay? It's not biggie." She paused, "And whatever is going on in Montez' love life, she should handle herself. Keep me out if it!"
Gabriella shot Sharpay an angry glare, "So you're saying you have nothing to do with it?"
"Yes!" Sharpay said, "And I don't even know why I let myself be questioned by the two of you. Leave me alone…"
"Are you saying that there's nothing going on between you and Troy?" Gabriella asked, suddenly uncertain. She'd been so sure that Sharpay must had planned this, but she seemed really sincere.
And maybe she wasn't that mean.
"Nothing's going on between me and Troy!" Sharpay shrieked, her voice reaching shrill, "We've just been working on our project, and now we're auditioning. I don't even know him!"
In that moment Coach Bolton approached her, a smile on his face; "Sharpay?" he said, "Sorry to interrupt your talk, but I have something important to say before you go home for the day."
Sharpay swallowed a lump in her throat, trying not to look at Taylor and Gabriella, "Yes, Coach?"
"My wife wants you to come to dinner Saturday night. Both you and Troy. Her mom is in town, and she would like to say hi to you again."
"Oh…" Sharpay got a huge smile on her face, "Isn't she the one with the three dogs? Judith?"
"Yes, she's gonna be thrilled to hear you remembered her. She clearly remembers you." Coach Bolton smiled, "But it's at 6 o'clock."
"Fine, tell Katie we'll be there." Sharpay said. She didn't care if Taylor and Gabriella was there, she needed to be nice to Coach Bolton. She was spending so much time at his house.
"And you have fun tonight?" he asked, looking at her, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"Oh, we wouldn't do anything bad!" Sharpay said, "I think we're just catching a movie, and then eating pizza or something."
"Good, say hi to your father when you see him?"
"I will, Coach."
"Good." Coach Bolton smiled, walking away, "Later, Sharpay."
Sharpay giggled, "Later."
She watched him turn the corner, and then she pulled her face back to the icy façade, and turned to Taylor and Gabriella.
They looked at her, stoned, angry glares on their faces.
"Explain that!?" Taylor said, teeth gritted.
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Sharpay flunked herself into her seat, shutting her eyes close.
Thank God for the warning bells.
After Taylor's remark, she'd stared at her, mouth wide open, not knowing what to say. How to get out of it.
How do you explain something like that, when you've just told her that nothing was going on?
Sharpay sighed and placed her head in her hands, ignoring the strange looks she was getting from the other students in her class.
Thankfully the bell had gone off, and she'd rushed off to get to her next class. Now she just had to get through it.
She couldn't wait to see Troy…
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"My dad just has the worst timing, doesn't he?" Troy laughed, looking at Sharpay with bright eyes, as his car stopped in her driveway.
"He really does. I was in the middle of explaining Taylor that nothing was going on between me and you, and then he comes up to me, talking about dinner with your grandmother this Saturday!"
"Uh, what did you say?" Troy asked.
"I said yes, of course." Sharpay smirked, "I know it's our weekend, kind of. But I figured we have tonight to be together here, and then we'll spend tomorrow night at you house. Then we can do something Sunday too?"
"That sounds good!" Troy said, getting out of the car, "Though this sounds very, very good. We're gonna be just you and me…"
Sharpay smiled, going for the front door. She inserted the key and opened the door, "Yeah, but don't you get any ideas, you."
"Why not?" Troy complained, following her into the house, "It could be fun."
"Definitely." Sharpay agreed, "It's always fun to watch videos, but maybe we could do something challenging for a change?"
Troy laughed, "Uh, I hate you! I was talking about something else, you know!"
She blinked, "I know." Then she looked around until her eyes landed on him, "I'm gonna go change into something more comfy, you just make yourself home. I'll be here soon, kay?"
Troy nodded, "Take your time."
Sharpay rolled her eyes, dancing up the stairs.
Troy looked around in the kitchen.
He hadn't been in the Evans' home too many times. Maybe for except when he was younger, but he didn't remember that. He had recently been talking to Mr. Evans, but he hadn't gotten a chance to see the house.
It was big, of course. The Evans' were rich.
But it was old styled, and he had a slight feeling that Sharpay had done a lot of the decorating. Maybe Mr. Evans and Ryan had just let her do it all?
He sat down on a chair, wondering what they would do tonight.
Maybe they'd order pizza and watch a movie? Or maybe they could go to the cinema? Or for a walk in the park?
Troy shrugged.
It didn't matter to him. As long as they were together, they could do anything and he would be happy.
Sharpay was soon becoming an addiction to him. He didn't know why, but he was addicted to her. Her sweet smile, her scent, her brown eyes and her laugh.
He loved everything about her, and he didn't know what he would do if he had to let go of her.
How he would survive.
Thinking about it, he didn't know how he had survived so far.
He hummed a song and waited patiently for Sharpay to emerge. How it could take a women so long to change into something comfy was beyond him.
When he changed it took about two seconds, and that was it.
He turned around when he heard footsteps, and found Sharpay in an outfit, pretty much the same as the ones she'd been wearing when they played basketball.
She always looked so cute in them, and that was probably why she kept wearing them.
She was wearing a white top, red shorts, and white socks with little red hearts on them.
"Ta-dah!?" she smiled, turning around in front of him, "What do you say?"
"You're cute…" he smiled, standing up to hug her.
She hugged him back, "I know…" she giggled, "So what do you want to do? You don't have homework, do you?"
Troy shook his head, "Nope. It's just you and me…"
She smiled, "Well, you should probably have a tour in the house, don't you think? I bet you remember nothing!"
He took her hand, and let her lead him through the house.
After looking at the down floor, they went upstairs.
She pointed at a door, "That's Ryan's bedroom. You don't want to look in there."
Troy chuckled, "And where's your bedroom?"
"It's here." She said, opening a door.
They stepped in, and Troy was overwhelmed by the girly-ness the room had. He was used to it from Gabriella's room, but this was very different.
Sharpay was messy, even though she was a girl.
"Sorry about the mess." She laughed, judging his quietness right, "But that's me! Uhm, in there is my walk-in-closet, and that door is my bathroom."
"You have your own bathroom?" Troy exclaimed, storming over to look into it.
She had.
"Uhm, yeah…" she said, sitting down on her bed, "It's sort of a girls bathroom. I have my stuff in there, and Ryan and dad share the other one. Sometimes Kelsi even come and asks if she can use mine. The other one is really not that clean. They have to do it themselves."
Troy laughed, "Well, if I had to clean the bathroom I wouldn't do it either."
"Of course you wouldn't." Sharpay smirked, throwing herself back on her bed. She sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"But you have a huge room!" Troy commented.
"My dad," Sharpay said, "He'll give me anything. I think he still believes that I think that he loves Ryan more than me. He does everything to prove that that's not true."
"He doesn't love Ryan more than you." Troy smiled, sitting down next to her, "I know that."
"How?" Sharpay pouted, though she knew it was true. Of course he didn't. She was old enough to understand that now.
"Because you are so lovable." Troy said, as cheesy as he was.
That caused Sharpay to smile. She leaned up and placed at sweet kiss on his lips.
"I could just kiss you forever." Troy said.
"Hum-mm…" Sharpay mumbled, between kissing him and listening to him.
"You just keep doing that." Troy said, leaning back in the bed, with Sharpay on top of him, "This time my mom wont bother you."
Sharpay giggled, "And my dad and Ryan doesn't care to even be home, so they wont bother me either."
"That sounds absolutely wonderful." Troy said.
She stopped kissing him though, and laid down beside him instead.
He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, "How about we take a nap?"
He could feel her smile against his neck, and then she whispered, "Yeah, I'm so comfortable, so that's what I wanted to hear."
He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of her in his arms.
Things couldn't get better.
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Sharpay woke up, slightly confused.
She looked around, realizing that she was practically lying on top of a sleeping Troy. She giggled quietly. Then she turned around to catch a glimpse of her clock.
It was 6:13.
Urgh, they had to get up soon to have dinner.
She stumbled out of bed, and kneed down next to Troy. She softly shook him, trying to wake him up.
"Troy…?" she said, shaking him, "Troy, honey…?"
Troy made a weird sound and turned around, grabbing her hand, "No mom… I don't want to get up… I'm too tired…"
Sharpay giggled to herself, "But you have to Troy!" she said, "We're having dinner soon… FOOD!"
Troy sat up it the bed, startled by the sudden outburst, and Sharpay ended on the floor, laughing cramps.
"Oh God!" Troy said, "You scared me!"
"I know!" she giggled, sitting up and looking at him with pleading eyes, "But it's 6:15 and we have to figure out what to do for dinner. You want to order a pizza or what?"
Troy crooked an eyebrow, "Or we could go out. We could eat something and then catch a movie, maybe?"
"Uh, that sounds kinda like a first date to me?"
"Maybe it is." Troy said. He took her hand and looked at her, "So, what do you say?"
"Sure!" Sharpay smiled, "That sounds like fun!"
"Okay!" Troy smiled.
"I'll just have to get changed…" Sharpay said, standing up to go into her closet.
"But you look good?" Troy protested.
"This is so not something to wear on a date!" Sharpay said, "You silly, silly guy! Go downstairs and I'll be with you as soon as possible!"
"And how long is that?" he asked, going for the door.
"I don't know!" she smiled, and looked through her skirts.
When she heard the door go, she did a little dance.
He had finally asked her out for real.
She quickly choose a jeans skirt, a sparkly white top, and a pair of black boots. She changed and hurriedly did her hair too. Grabbed a purse and went downstairs.
She didn't want to look too overdressed, because it was just a quick dinner. But this meant something to her. It was their first date.
"Done!" she smiled, popping her head into the kitchen.
"Good." Troy said, standing up. "Now, I'm thinking ´Jamie's´?"
Sharpay nodded as they left the house. ´Jamie's´ was a good idea.
"Your car!" she smirked.
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They ate dinner at ´Jamie's´.
It was fun, because they were just in their own world. If anyone from their school passed, they wouldn't notice, and maybe that was for the best. Sharpay didn't need to worry about that.
After dinner was done, they laced hands and went to figure out which movie they wanted to watch.
"Hmm, how about one of the old ones?" Troy suggested, "They're showing a bunch of them right about now."
"Sure." Sharpay smiled, "But which one?" she looked at the program and crooked an eyebrow, "How about something like… Hmm ´The Notebook´, or ´13 Going on 30?" she paused, "Uh, they're showing ´How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days´! We gotta watch that one!"
"Whatever suits the lady!" Troy said.
"Yai!" Sharpay said, and then she dragged him into the cinema.
After getting their tickets, they found their seats and sat down to wait for the movie to begin. Sharpay's head rested against Troy's shoulder, and he kept on stroking her hand, which was in his.
Sharpay let out a content sight.
Troy looked at her; "What's up?"
"I'm just really happy." Sharpay smiled, a glimpse in her eye, "I really love this thing we've got. I know we've only been together, for… not so long, but… This is great."
"It is." Troy said, "I'm so happy that I heard you sing and stalked you. Otherwise I would have never found you. I would have never known you."
"That's pretty great." Sharpay smiled.
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, just as the previews began.
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"Are you done soon?" Troy asked, popping himself up at his elbows.
Sharpay popped her head into her room from the bathroom, "No, I have to brush my hair!"
"I don't understand why you have to do all that to get ready for bed?" Troy complained, "All I ever do is strip down to my boxers and get under the covers."
"Well, that's why I'm prettier than you, honey." Sharpay smiled, getting out of sight.
Troy laughed. That was a typical Sharpay remark. She always said such things, they sounded mean, but he loved them. He stood up and opened the door to the bathroom, "Are you sure about that? Who says you're prettier than me?"
She looked at him in the mirror, crooking an eyebrow, "Do you really want me to answer that? I think a bunch of guys will support me."
"And a bunch of girls will support me." Troy mumlbled, edging closer to her.
"Really?" Sharpay acted surprised, "You're no gift for women, Troy."
"Then why do you like me?" Troy asked, placing his arms around her waist.
She leaned back at his chest and relaxed. She smiled at him in the mirror. Loving the way they looked together, "Because we make such a cute couple."
"You're right about that." Troy said, kissing her hair.
"I hope everything will work out Troy." Sharpay said, suddenly serious.
"What do you mean?"
"For us." Sharpay paused, "Someday everyone will find out. It's bound to happen, and then what? Will we survive it?"
Troy had thought about that too, but he was sure they would make it. They were so strong. "We can survive anything, Pay. We're perfect for each other."
She smiled at him, "I love you Troy."
His heart started beating by the way she said it. He squeezed her closer to his body, and smiled at her through the mirror, "I love you too, Pay."
Okay, so this was a short chapter, but just hang in with me, okay? I really have to write their weekend, because I love the fluff, but that means that there will be a few chapters with just that, I hope that's okay? I don't want you guys to get bored, but I feel like it ;p So yeah, I hope you liked this, anyway, and please leave me a review, pretty please?
Friends quote;
Joey: Yeah! Well, now that you brought it up, our fridge is broken. We have to get a new one. Now, I checked around and your half is $400. Thanks a lot.
Rachel: I'm not paying for half of that! I'm only staying here until my apartment gets fixed.
Joey: Look Rach, my parents bought this fridge just after I was born, okay? Now, I have never had a problem with it. Then you show up and it breaks! What does that tell ya'?
Rachel: That refrigerators don't live as long as people.
Aaah, lol, hehe.
Tootles, Stessa x3
