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Bewitched by You

Chapter 13

"So she quit!" Chad laughed as he talked to the producers, who were currently worrying over what to do now Sharpay had left, "We'll just cast another girl and re-shoot the episode,"
"Do we really want to do all that casting again?" Dan grumbled, "And where is Troy?"
"He'll be here!" Chad assured the cross man, "He's a professional,"
Chad immediately bit back his words when the door opened and two security guards pushed Troy in. Troy was wearing a Cheese Doodle orange shirt, with sunshine yellow shorts and he had on dark shades, while his dark hair was a mess. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of mustard.

"Troy!" Chad cried, momentarily stumped. Troy looked blearily around.

"Where were you?" Chad asked.

"We found him in Santa Monica, standing outside a Taco Bell," one security guard said. Troy scowled.

"What's with the mustard?" Dan asked.

"I like mustard," Troy grinned with a shrug. The producers glanced at each other, all silently agreeing that something was wrong with the star of their show.

"They're re-casting my role already?" Sharpay exclaimed as Kelsi put down three cups of coffee on the table.

"Well, ya quit," Taylor cried. Sharpay rolled her eyes and leant back.

"Tough business," she grumbled.

"I can't believe you let this guy get to you," Kelsi sighed, "How are you?"
Sharpay shrugged, "I'm fine. Last night I ate a carton of ice-cream, ate three packets of cookies and broke every dish in my house."
"All the signs of a bad break-up," Taylor sighed, looking sympathetically at her friend.

"There's got to be something we can do!" Kelsi exclaimed, passionately hitting the table.

"There's nothing to do, alright?" Sharpay said quietly, "This problem is truly, and utterly unsolvable!"
Later that evening, Sharpay sat curled up in her bed, another carton of ice-cream in her lap and watching television. Ethel sat purring away at the end of the bed. Suddenly, as Sharpay channel skimmed, she saw a familiar face. In the corner of the screen, it read The War and Troy and another guy were dressed in camouflage, clutching guns and walking through a jungle.

"Well…" Troy's character said, "At least no one shot at us yet!"

Suddenly, the other character was shot, and Troy looked at him, looked away and then double-took with a yell of "Yikes!"

"Yikes." Sharpay repeated tearfully, before changing channel. This time, the screen read Atticus Rex and Troy sat in a dingy cell, lions roaring in the distance, and his eyes were flitting back and forth. Sharpay sniffled and changed channel again.

Why Europe Went Boom

The scene was a completely destroyed city, basically just dust and some ruins of buildings. Troy's character pushed aside a beam of wood, and rose from the rubble, staring around.

"Oh my God!" he cried. Sharpay let out a choked sob and violently waved her arms, turning off the television. Ethel looked questioningly at her, and Sharpay sniffed, looking down at the cat.

"We've got to go," she murmured. Ethel cocked her head.

"Don't look at me like that. It's the only solution," Sharpay whimpered, taking another spoonful of ice cream. Suddenly the television clicked on again, and said in bold letters This Is A Special Message From…

Then, the text changed and said YOUR BROTHER.

Ryan appeared on screen and grinned, saying "Sharpay. Could you please join me in the living room?"
Sharpay sighed and got to her feet, walking into the living room where, sure enough, Ryan was pacing.
"Ryan? Why're you here?" she asked. He stopped pacing and looked at her.

"Sharpay, it's about Jane…"

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "What's wrong? Did you cheat on her?"
Ryan shook his head, "No. It's just…I'm feeling things I've never felt before. I don't want to go after other women. Do you think…Jane's a witch?"
Sharpay chuckled, shaking her head, "No."
"What is it then?" Ryan asked, sitting on the sofa. Sharpay sat beside him and smiled weakly.

"Love?" she suggested, before her eyes filled up with tears and she whimpered. Ryan put his arm around her and she lay against his chest.

"Oh, Ryan," she whispered, "I love him so much yet now I hate him too! What is this?"
"Love?" Ryan repeated, smiling softly.

Sharpay sniffled again, "I've got to go home. Where is that?"
Ryan shrugged, "The way I see it, home is anywhere you feel happiest,"
Sharpay didn't answer, and just lay against her brother's comforting chest, giving a deep sigh.

Troy lay on his bed, his brain in full gear.

She was a witch! A real witch, but…he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Surely she'd cast a spell on him! That's why he couldn't forget about her. He groaned loudly and rolled over.

"That's not the case," he sighed.

"And both of us know it!" came a loud unfamiliar voice. Troy sat up suddenly and saw a strange blonde man standing by the door, frowning.

"Who're you?!" Troy exclaimed.

"Ryan," the man answered, "Ryan Evans. Sharpay is my little sister,"
Troy rolled his eyes, "Oh, joy. Another witch,"

Ryan's gaze increased, "You're right. This whole witch nonsense. Who really wants to be with a witch?"
Troy shrugged noncommittally.

"I mean, this was probably her scheme all along," Ryan said, "I mean…in the book store. Wriggling her nose. Is that even her real nose?"
"Of course it is!" Troy cried indignantly.

"And the coffee shop," Ryan continued, "She probably planted that idea in your head."
"No, that was me,"
"The TV set. When you begged her to be your 'TV wife'…her words, your mouth,"
"No…"
"And she probably got you to chase after her when she quit—"

"NO!" Troy bellowed, getting to his feet, "That was all me, okay?? Not her!"
Ryan smirked, gaze meeting Troy's, "Seems to me like she didn't trick you at all, Troy-boy,"
Troy remained quiet, not commenting on the 'Troy-boy' nickname.

"So, still don't want to be with a witch?" Ryan asked, leaning against the doorframe, "Because she's going home tonight. And when a witch goes home, they can't come back for 100 years. But, like I said, who wants to be with a witch?"
Troy suddenly stammered, "I do,"
"What?" Ryan asked.

"I want to be with a witch," Troy exclaimed, "I've got to catch her!"
Ryan grinned broadly and grabbed Troy's keys from of the side, "Then let's go catch her!"
Ryan bolted out of the room, shortly followed by Troy.
"Wait, you drive?" Troy asked.

"Nope, but I can learn!"

Sharpay stood on her front porch, holding her broomstick tightly. All her clothes were packed and in a bag hanging off the end, and Ethel was perched securely on the bristles. Sharpay sighed as she surveyed the neighbourhood one last time, before mounting the broomstick and soaring into the sky.

"Whoopee!" Ryan yelled as he sped down the street. Troy gripped the dashboard tightly.

"So," Ryan grinned, "Is it Porsche or Porscha?"

"Who cares?" Troy asked, seeing a familiar reflection in one of the buildings. It appeared to be a blonde woman on a broomstick.

"Look!" he exclaimed, "There she is! We've got to catch her!"
"Way on it," Ryan muttered, sharply turning and crashing through a gate, driving up a road Troy would've found familiar in daylight. Finally, he parked and Troy looked up at the building, recognizing the one he drove by in a golf cart each day. On the side, stamped in big letters, read SET 14.

" 'Our' place?" Troy whispered, "She's going to 'our' place?"
Ryan nodded grimly, "Go on. Go catch her,"
Troy nodded excitedly and leapt out of the car, running as fast as he could.

Well, a bad chapter but okay. We've only got like 2 chapters left (Sniffle Sniffle) but I've uploaded a 'Missing You' sequel and I've got my Hairspray fic so no worries! I'll be busy!
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