Ugh I am so annoyed. I wrote out a good four hundred words and they were all eaten away by the evil laptop. How sad is that? Anyway I'm going to get over the depression that is quite inevitable when one loses a good amount of work and I'm going to move on to this happy freaking chapter.

Disclaimer: I own a case of soda, which I will be happy to trace for Matt Prokop if someone has him. (oh and K2, you don't get him He's mine I called it)

Chapter Twelve

It was a boring day, almost painfully boring. It was Saturday and a week before Prom so Larissa was out running like a crazy person to get everything settled and make sure all the reservations were right, after all this was prom and if it wasn't the world was going to end right? Right? Poor Donny had made the mistake of asking if she needed any help so he was being dragged around by his crazy girlfriend, giving apologetic looks to the poor restaurant manager who dared to book them the wrong table. Larissa was not a big person, but she could be out right terrifying when in the right mood and with the right light.

What annoyed Kiki was that Larissa was making the reservations for four people. She still hadn't agreed to go and she was tired of her so called friends making all the decisions for her. She knew she could say no, and she was good at it, but when Jimmie asked… she just didn't want to see him upset. She had no idea why she felt guilty when she disappointed him, but she did and that really sucked. However that boring Saturday she sat on her bed, contemplating the biggest disappointment she could ever hurl at Rocket Man.

She sat crossed legged on her bed, her blue eyes looking down at the card in her hand. Tom Dugan's card. She really wasn't sure about it. After all it was a great opportunity, but… she'd never be able to talk to Jimmie or Donny again. They would hate her. Larissa would get over it in time, but Jimmie and Donny, not to mention McCall, Ross and the rest of the team, they would never forgive her.

She was putting the card back in it's hiding place, between the pages of Wicked, and went back to her bed. Just as she was picking up the remote her phone rang. She grabbed it and held it to her ear.

"Hey Rocket Man." She smiled.

"Hey LP, what's up?"

"Watching TV." She said turning it on. Normally Kiki hated Television. She could think of a million better ways to spend her time. However sometimes, when she was really bored she took the time to do some channel surfing, but usually to no avail.

"Sounds thrilling, hey do you want to hang out?" He asked. "Since the love birds have run off to harass the working man." Kiki laughed.

"Yeah sure, where?" She crossed her ankles and leaned back on the pillows.

"Your place, I want to play with your Wii."

"I have an x-box."

"Oh well I guess we could play some video games too."

"I'm hanging up you perv."

"I'll be over in ten minutes." Kiki rolled her eyes and hung up the phone, then noticed the Knight's Jersey sitting in the corner of her room. She jumped up and grabbed it, hiding it in her closet. Jimmie never went in there. The only person to go in there besides Sharpay and the house cleaner was Larissa. She walked out and checked her hair before running downstairs. She was about halfway down when it hit her that she had been checking her hair. She made a face and hurried the rest of the way down.

"Hey Zeke, Hey Sharpay." She said as she passed them in the living room.

"Where are you going? Sharpay asked.

"No where, I'm just waiting for Rocket Man to get here."

"Jimmie's coming over huh?" Sharpay asked with a smirk.

"Yes, he's my friend, you have friends over all the time." Kiki pointed at Zeke as if to accentuate the point.

"Zeke isn't my friend… well he is, but he's also my boyfriend." She smiled and kissed his cheek. Zeke smiled at her.

"That and my roommate is a total nut." He shrugged.

"So is your girlfriend, guess they're just attracted to you." Kiki smirked, running off before Sharpay could throw the pillow at her. As if on cue Jimmie was at the door, about to ring the bell. Kiki pulled the door open and let him in.

"Hey LP." He smiled, walking into the massive front hall of the Evan's home.

"Hey." Kiki turned on her heel and headed for the stairs.

"hey Zeke what are you doing here?" Jimmie stopped in the doorway of the living room.

"Oh well Zeke and Sharpay are secretly married." Kiki answered, walking back, this time not dodging the pillow that Sharpay threw. "Hey." She threw it back.

"I'm just hanging out with Sharpay." Zeke shrugged.

"Yeah, the wedding is coming though, he practically lives here." Kiki rolled her eyes, hiding from the pillow. Jimmie laughed and waved, walking off behind Kiki.

"See Zeke, even they see it." Sharpay sighed, resting her head on the pillow she had thrown at her little sister.

"See what?"

"That we're meant to be."

"Actually I think Kiki was just trying to make you- oof." He muttered when Sharpay hit him with the pillow. "Ow." He looked at her.

"I'm serious Zeke." She said. "Last night I was talking to my grandmother who wanted to know just how serious we were and I couldn't tell her. You're always here, always baking, you've cost my parents two hundred dollars in chocolate chips alone-"

"Is it about the baking stuff? I can bring my own."

"No Zeke! It's not about stupid baked goods!" Sharpay snapped. Zeke gasped.

"Stupid Baked goods?" He asked. Sharpay made a sound of annoyance that one usually only heard in the wilds of Africa and stood up. "Shar, come on I was joking." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down onto his lap. "I love you Sharpay Evans. What we have is serious and completely worth the two hundred dollars of chocolate chips." He assured her.

"Really?" Sharpay asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Really." He nodded, kissing her forehead. Sharpay smiled and looked back at the doorway.

"Well look at that. Kiki is good for something." Zeke gave her a confused look. "Without her we wouldn't have had this conversation and you would never know how much I love you." Sharpay smirked.

"You're ridiculous." Zeke laughed, kissing her.

Upstairs Kiki was rolling her eyes.

"I really hope I don't end up as loony as her when I get a boyfriend." She said.

"Sharpay was loony before the boyfriend… granted so are you." Jimmie shrugged, plopping on Kiki's bed.

"Shut up before I have Boomer toss you out."

"Who's Boomer?"

"Our body guard."

"You don't have a body guard."

"How do you know?" Kiki asked, getting the x-box out of the corner. She got out Tekken Six and set it in the trey.

"Because if you did, he would have tossed me out one of the many other times you've threatened me in your home." Jimmie reasoned.

"He's new, Dad decided we needed him after an attempt on Ryan's life." She shrugged, tossing Jimmie and controller.

"Seriously?" He asked his eyes wide. Kiki smirked.

"No, but it makes a great story doesn't it?" She asked, jumping up on the bed next to him.

"You're a dork." Jimmie said as they chose their characters.

"Yeah, but you're the dork hanging out with me on a Saturday afternoon." She pointed out.

"Shut up Evans." Jimmie smiled as the fight began.

It was pretty therapeutic, using the digital characters to get out their frustrations with each other. Not that any of said frustrations were never taken out on each other, but in real life it was frowned upon to grab someone by the neck and toss them over your head, then back flip onto their chest, generally anyway.

"Yes!" Kiki cheered as she beat Jimmie. They were pretty even, Jimmie beat her roughly fifteen times and Kiki beat him about seventeen, but it was her game and she was a master in the art of distraction. She put the controller down and smirked at him. "I win, again."

"Oh whatever, I did just as good as you."

"Just as Well."

"Just as well what?" Jimmie asked.

"You did just as well as me, not just as good." Jimmie rolled his eyes. "You see, how it works is when you're complimenting someone or saying how they," Jimmie cut Kiki off by pressing his lips to hers. She pulled away and looked at him. "The hell?" She asked.

"You were talking, I wanted you to stop." He shrugged.

"So instead of telling me to shut up you kissed me?" She asked.

"Yeah pretty much."

"You can't do that, you can't just kiss people when you want them to-"

"Shut up Evans." Jimmie said before kissing her again, this time it wasn't really an annoyed 'just shut up' kiss. It was softer, gentler. They held it for a bit longer, Jimmie even ran his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She parted her lips and the kiss became deeper, more passionate. It wasn't until the big grandfather clock chimed that Jimmie jumped up in surprise.

"I… I have to go." He said, flustered before running out of the room. Kiki watched him run out; half in shock half in amazement, frozen until Sharpay yelled up the stairs,

"Kiki… why did Rocket Man just run out of here like you set him on fire?"