A/N: Ok, so, I had said that I'd maybe do one or two more chapters on this. I recieved several reviews from people saying they weren't ready for this to happen yet, and I don't want to feel like I'm rushing it out. whoknew96 suggested I do one of those ending things where you flashfoward like five years. But I'm not quite ready to finish this either. I think the confrontation with Gabriella, and Troy and Sharpay's parents are pretty important, and when I thought about it, it probably kind of seemed like that was what the story was leading up to the whole time right? So, I have decided to continue this story for longer than a couple more chapters I think. Until I've had my fill of this story, and feel that I've tied up all the hanging threads I was weaving. (Like my metaphor?)
Troy kissed Sharpay and walked himself backwards until his knees hit the edge of the couch. He sat down, and then pulled her down to straddle his lap. He kissed down her neck, and realized just how badly he had missed her. It seemed to good to be true that his lips might ever make contact with her sun kissed skin again, yet here he was.
"Troy." Sharpay said after a minute, just as he had begun to grow heated. He could tell by the tone in her voice that her mind wasn't in the same place as his was at the moment.
"Yes?" He stopped kissing her and looked up into her eyes, giving her his full attention, and tried his best to remove sex from his mind. He was with her again, but on probation like terms, and he wanted to prove to her that he could give her the full relationship she wanted. In his seventeen years, Troy had learned that the key element to being a good boyfriend was simply nodding while looking at the girl's face and acting like you were listening even when you had no clue what the hell she was talking about.
"Should we go ahead and tell your parents tonight?" she asked him.
Troy's heart rate increased significantly and his nostrils flared.
"Oh my god. I didn't even think about the fact I was going to have to tell me parents I knocked you up." Troy said. He couldn't believe it hadn't occured to him. The entire situation had made him feel so grown up, he hadn't even considered his own parents.
"Don't say you 'knocked me up'." Sharpay reprimanded him, giving him a soft swipe across his shoulder.
But Troy wasn't listening to her.
"Parents." he said in a voice low on air supply, "Oh my god. Sharpay. We're going to be parents."
Sharpay stared at him for a second.
"Yes Troy." Sharpay said, "I thought we already went over this a few minutes ago. You know. The sacrifices?"
"Yeah, the sacrifices you and I are going to have to make, but not the baby." Troy said, "I didn't even think about what's going to happen when it's just here. I mean in nine months we're going to have a baby and we have to be the ones to take care of it."
"Eight months." Sharpay corrected.
"Eight!" Troy slid her off his lap, stood up, and began pacing, needing to move around. "See it's already happening!"
"What's happening?" Sharpay asked, confused.
"It's growing!" Troy exclaimed, "It's going to be here, and it's going to be a baby for a little while. But then it's going to get bigger. One day it's going to be like us! Like just a full fledged human just walking around!" Troy animatedly demonstrated walking, turning his index and middle fingers upside down and moving them like legs.
Despite his minor panic attack, Sharpay let a small giggle escape from her lips. Troy looked down at her, wild eyed, and raised his eyebrows.
"What's funny?" He asked, "I knew I was going to have to accept the consequences that would affect my own life, but we're talking about another little innocent person's life here. I've never held a child in my life Sharpay. We have to keep this thing alive. That's our number one goal as parents. It could die Sharpay."
Sharpay stood up and walked over to him. She giggled a little more, but tried to repress it, seeing the mental anguish Troy was currently in.
"Troy, we will certainly try to keep this child alive." she said, placing a hand on his back.
"This isn't funny Sharpay!" Troy shot back, "We don't just have to keep it living. We're suppost to raise it, to, to rear it."
Sharpay rubbed his back softly, "Rear it?"
"Yeah, you know, instill values, teach it how to breathe, stuff like that." Troy said.
"Troy, I've had an ample amount of freak out time, so it's perfectly natural for you to have yours now. But trust me. You'll be fine." Sharpay stood on her tip-toes and kissed Troy's lips. "I've already wrapped my head around rasing this baby. Or 'rearing' it, whatever. When it's born, you won't have to worry. Your daddy insticts will kick in, and you'll know what to do."
"What if I don't have 'Daddy instincts'?" Troy asked.
"You will." Sharpay assured him, "You just need to calm down." She began kissing his neck.
When she started undoing the buttons on his shirt Troy interjected, "You're trying to distract me."
"Shh." Sharpay responded, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and kissing his chest.
Troy closed his eyes, and tangled a hand into Sharpay's hair. "I know why you're so calm." he muttered, "It's because that thing's already inside you. You've got all those baby hormones shooting right into your head and making you think like a Mommy."
Sharpay looked up at him, "Want to lay down on the couch?" she asked. The truth was, she'd missed him too. Whoever decided that boys were the only ones who thought regularly about sex, and that girls were always 'pressured' into it was probably a very strict Morman woman who'd undergone a total hysterectomy. Sharpay had always wanted Troy and after having had him and then gone without him again, the tension had grown almost unbearable.
"I think laying on the couch was what got us in this situation in the first place." Troy said coyily.
"Well, we're already in it; it's not like we can get into it again." Sharpay reasoned.
"Smart girl." Troy said.
They hurried back over to the house, and Sharpay returned to her straddling position on Troy. They began making out heavily, and the entire situation felt surreal. Sharpay had spent so much time trying to adjust herself to the idea of never feeling Troy's kisses again. His hands found their way up to Sharpay's chest, and he had only just started to feel her breasts when Sharpay let out a deep throaty moan into the kiss. Troy felt his own face flush with heat. If she was this turned on just from him fondling her breasts through her shirt, he could only imagine what she would be like when they got further into it.
On that thought, Troy eagerly lifted her shirt over her hoodie over her head. She hadn't been wearing any shirt underneath, but was left in a pale yellow bra. Troy wasted no time in unhooking it, and he took her breasts into his hands, giving them a good squeeze.
"Mmm. Troy, I've missed you so much." Sharpay mumbled, closing her eyes, and thrusting her body forward involuntarily.
Troy caught her off guard, flipping her to the left, so that she was no longer on his lap, but rather sitting back in the corner cushion of the couch. He smiled at her, and leaned over her, beginning to softly suck on one of her breasts.
Sharpay was defenseless. She'd been without him for so long, and felt she needed him so badly, that it was no use for her to try and fight for control or the upper hand. She'd patiently await her turn to pleasure him, but let him do what he wanted to her until the time came.
"Tro-oo-oy."
He smirked, and looked up at her while continuing to tend to her breasts with his mouth.
"Troy." she murmured again. Her face remained one of serene ecstasy for a moment, and then he saw a look of shock and horror was over her. He pulled his mouth back a little, and turned his head slightly, searching for the presence in the room that had caused her expression.
Troy's mother and father stood in the living room, completely taken by suprise.
"Troy!" his mother exclaimed. Her face clearly showed that she was completely horrified.
Jack Bolton, on the other hand, stood a few inches behind his wife, and raised his eyebrows at Troy, silently expressing what he, Troy, and Sharpay knew meant, "That's not Gabriella." Still, behind his eyes was a coy smirk threatening to break loose.
"You guys haven't even been gone half an hour!" Troy exclaimed.
"The couple we were suppost to be meeting for dinner called and canceled last minute when we got there." his mother said. "Troy Alexander Bolton, you told me you were going to do your homework and go straight to bed, not sneak some girl over when we weren't home."
"Sharpay." Jack greeted her and acknowledged her identity beyond "some girl" at the same time.
"Coach." Sharpay managed weakly. She hated that she was going to have to tell his mother that she was pregnant after her walking in on the two of them.
"Sharpay?" Mrs. Bolton asked, "The country club girl?"
Sharpay felt her cheeks blush. She could only imagine the complaints Troy must have made about her at home last summer.
"I remember you. From the talent show." Troy's mother recalled.
Troy was still on his knees, leant over Sharpay, sheilding her bare chest from his parents' eyes. He was growing uncomfortable.
"Mom." he said pointedly.
"Let's let the kids get a shirt on." Jack instructed to his wife.
"Oh, right." she agreed, "Then I think Sharpay needs to go home, and we need to have a talk Troy."
Troy shivered. They definitely needed to talk.
Troy's parents exited the living room into the kitchen.
"Are we going to tell them now?" Troy asked Sharpay, as the two of them slipped their shirts back on.
Sharpay swallowed, hard. "I guess it's better to get it out of the way. That's what Ryan's been saying anyways about me telling my parents."
"And have you?" Troy asked.
Sharpay shook her head.
"Maybe practice with my parents will help." Troy offered. Sharpay tried to smile at him.
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"Mom, Dad." Troy said, as he and Sharpay walked into the kitchen. He placed a hand on the small of her back, "Sharpay and I have something we need to tell you."
"What?" Lucille Bolton said the word as if she knew already that the answer to her question would be abhorent, but was trying not to get to uneasy about it too soon.
"Um," Troy looked down at his feet, taking in a deep breath. Did he start with a background story? Did he plunge right in and say it? "I've been secretly seeing Sharpay for some time." he said.
"While dating Gabriella?" his mother raised an eyebrow sharply at him.
Troy nodded shamefully. "Yes, and I know that's pretty scummy of me. But I plan on ending things with her, tomorrow, if possible." he paused again, and glanced at Sharpay. She nodded at him.
"Well, I, um, I love Sharpay very much." he smiled at her, and pulled her in to his side, kissing the top of her head. She smiled at him.
"Is that what you wanted to tell us son?" his father asked.
Troy could tell by the looks on his parents faces that they were praying to God that he was about to tell them anything other than what he was about to.
"No." Troy replied, "I-We wanted to tell you... Shar's...pregnant." He sighed loudly, having said the words, but he felt how stiff Sharpay was against him. She was bristled with fear, even though these weren't her own parents.
"Pregnant?" his mother asked. She lapsed into total shock.
A/N: Please review! Also, please review my newest chapter to Behind Locked Doors. I updated it last night and barely anyone has been reviewing. I suppose it could be because I updated on the weekend, but usually I immediately get several reviews, and I didn't this time. (Sorry, don't you hate it when authors beg you to review their other stories on an author's note? Well if you want, send me a review on how annyoing I am. ;p)
Haha, I had a guy friend who told me one time after I was ranting on about something, that all you had to do when a girl was talking was sit there and nod and you didn't have to actually listen, you just had to interject, "What a bitch." every so often, and she'd be happy. So that was my inspiration for Troy's philosophy on what it takes to be a good boyfriend.
xoxo!