Troy stood up, barely awake. He could barely see the hall, he knew he wasn't going to make his way to the bedroom, but he had to. He was so tired and he wanted a comfortable bed. The couch wasn't doing him too much.
"No. No. No. You're not going anywhere, mister." She said with a slight giggle between her words.
He sat back down, tired as ever not wanting to play any games. All he wanted was to get some serious work done. Go to work. But he had missed work and he couldn't really do much about that. It was his fault.
"You can't leave now. Not after what happened last night. We need to talk. Come on." She grabbed his hand gently and dragged him into the bedroom, still in her giggling mood.
Though he was starting to get annoyed by it, he still found it rather cute and smiled back at her, letting her drag him in the bedroom. Where for all he knew, things could happen.
"Come on, Troy." She pushed him down the bed before giving him a soft peck on the lips.
'What in the world has gotten in to her? She's never been this anxious before.' He thought keeping his smile on. He was still glad she was in the mood, for once.
He stood back up and kissed her passionately on the lips, making it last. He kept his grip on her though he felt, as he would fall into a deep sleep anytime soon. The dark room wasn't helping either, it just made his mind want to fall back in bed and snooze for a while. A long while.
She kissed him.
"Come on, Sharpay. Let me rest?" He mumbled closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow.
"Sharpay?" Rachel's perky voice aroused him up.
"Err… I meant Rachel. Sorry. See, I'm tired. Let me rest, please honey?" He begged hoping to get out of the fact that he had just called his girlfriend Sharpay.
"Alright, are you sure you weren't with her last night? I mean I don't know why you crashed at Chad's house instead of here. He's not that far away, Troy." Rachel pointed out heading for the door.
"I couldn't make it home. Please. Let me rest." He tried again closing his eyes and sinking on the bed. "I love you." He mumbled before feeling himself shut.
Rachel finally closed the door shut and let Troy alone.
"Well this is boring. I missed work. Again." She frowned.
All week she had pretty much missed work. She didn't know what was up with her, she use to go to work all the time. What made her day even more of a bore was that Evelyn was out, playing with her new friends that she just barely met. That left her with nothing to do.
She tired to get some sleep but that didn't succeed. All she did was lie in bed for twenty minutes before getting back up and watching pointless TV. She was getting nowhere.
"Maybe I should just take a nice soothing bath." She smiled heading for the stairs.
Her cell phone rang. The worst timing in the world.
"Ugh." She groaned not in the mood to talk. "Troy." She answered in the softest tone ever.
Troy hesitated to speak, as he was still quiet tired and wanted some sleep. Maybe calling Sharpay when his mind was still into the idea of sleeping was bad idea. But ever since that happened he never really got to talk to her and he didn't remember a thing. All he knew was he woke up in the same bed as her—naked.
"Yeah, hey." He slowly sat up on his bed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Sorry I had to leave quickly. I wanted to just get home—so I had to leave in a rush. We should have talked." He basically mumbled the last sentence.
"About what?" Sharpay asked pacing around her kitchen.
Troy shut his eyes. Oh how he hated it when she acted like she was totally clueless. How hard is it to just admit that something happened?
"You bloody hell damn know what I'm talking about." He spoke with such angry tone. "I'm not in the mood to play around. Don't mess with me."
Sharpay bit her lip. Lucky Troy was all the way on the other side of that phone line. If they were talking face to face, surely Troy would have slapped her with the tone he was using. Hearing Troy's voice in a angry tone wasn't really calming, but hey, they were both tired from lack of sleep.
"Gosh. Okay." She said rolling her eyes. "Why do you want to talk about it? It's not important. I don't remember a thing." Lie. "We were drunk. Brainwashed. Forget it. We don't need to talk about it. Accident happens." She traced the counter top with her fingertips as she spoke.
"Forget it? Um, no. I slept with my ex-wife! What if I got you pregnant? What if—"
Sharpay cut him off.
"First of all, by papers, we're still married. If you file for a freakin' divorce then you can refer to me as Sharpay—and Sharpay only—wait, or friend. Second, you didn't get me pregnant. I'm on birth control. And if you tell anyone about this I will slap your head off of you. Oh, and as soon as you tie the knot with your darling girlfriend who by the way, you could have mentioned when you first came to my house, I'm finally changing Evelyn's last name. Because I just find the whole Evelyn Evans catchy. E. E. You know?" She said her tone changing into a much sweeter voice in the end.
"Whoa. Take a breath. Sheesh. I didn't mean let's talk about our feelings! And don't rush me. Look, I don't know when I'll get married and you may not change my daughter's last name anymore. I've thought about it and I don't want you to do that. She's my daughter too and I –just don't do change it. Oh—I already told you why I didn't want to talk about Rachel before! You need to stop being so…so…ugh…Sharpay!" Troy exclaimed wanting to pound the phone and let his frustration out.
Sometimes, Sharpay just made him want to jump off a cliff. It was mystery to why she drove him so confused and angry at the same time. She always had this weird way of making him just feel so lost with everything. The little things she did made him want to sometimes slap her. If he were talking to her face-to-face he probably would have just slapped her right n the spot, as cruel as that sounded.
"I don't want to talk about this Troy. And I'm sorry—but I can't stop being Sharpay! I never changed and I never will. I have to go, okay? Oh and Evelyn is staying with you in two weeks. While I go to New York for work." Sharpay spoke in a much softer tone.
She knew that if she wanted to have Troy do her a favor—she would have to sound very nice. It wasn't like old times anymore when Troy use to think of her 'Ice Princess' act cute. Now he just fought back each time she started something. Their relationship now wasn't as much as what the had years ago when they could joke around and not take it seriously. Every time she said something mean to Troy he took it seriously and threw a fit. Even if they were friends now, things would probably never be the same.
"Yeah. Sure. That's no problem. She hasn't been in my house for a while. It'll be cool. She'll get to meet Rachel's daughters. She'll have fun. It's cool with me." Troy went on resting his head against the bed rail.
"Alright. Do you mind picking her up to? Joe is going come over that night a little early so we can discuss some wedding stuff for Grace, who happens to be my friend and his fiancé. Well at least I think we're going to do that—maybe not but he needs to show up early anyway. But that doesn't really matter because our flight is like at ten that night so we have to leave around eight that night." Sharpay asked glancing at the clock.
She was more eager to get off the phone now, since she meant to end the conversation with Troy a few minutes ago.
"Yeah. I'll come around six or seven. After my basketball practice with the team." He nodded to himself.
"Alright. I really have to go. See you." Sharpay finally managed to press the end button.
She rested her elbows on the kitchen island before letting out a huge sigh, not really in relief. Boy was Troy driving her big time insane.
"How am I supposed to stop unloving someone, anyway? It is possible to suddenly un love someone you've been in love with since—oh gee—when you were in pre-school?" She asked herself in a down tone. "Ugh. I hate you Troy." She spat holding her head with her hands.
"No. Stop. We can't do this. It's weird." She pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Oh gosh. I knew." Sharpay said thinking back to what happened last night. She knew she hadn't had much drink so there was no way she could have forgotten everything. Earlier she had remembered a few things.
Troy rested his forehead against hers. His eyes weak and weary. They had far too much to drink.
"Come on, Shar." He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Sharpay's left ear.
She closed her eyes against his touch.
"No, Troy. You're really drunk." Troy's words didn't hit her one bit.
It would have, if he weren't drunk.
He planted a light kiss on her cheek, barely touching her soft pink lips.
"I love you." He said before placing a romantic kiss on her lips.
"No you don't." She shook her head only to find herself being pulled by Troy's grip up the stairs.
They somehow made it to Sharpay's bedroom, where Troy gently pushed her onto the already scattered bed.
'Oh. My. Gosh. No. I have to stop him. We have to stop. No. Troy No.' She thought feeling Troy's body on top of hers, kissing her lips tenderly.
"So…I knew. What we were doing and didn't stop it? Brilliant Sharpay. Really." She smacked her forehead with her right palm. "Oh, just let him do whatever. He's drunk. Don't stop him. What the heck was I thinking?" She banged her fist against the counter. "Oh, that's right, I wasn't thinking. Ugh!"
Why was sleeping with Troy causing a huge sit in her head? It wasn't her fault that she woke up blank and now everything was starting to float back in her mind. But everything felt so wrong—and weird.
"Mom! Guess what?" Evelyn ran in the kitchen her hair in a huge mess, completely not in a ponytail anymore.
"What—uh—what did you do—why are you in a mess….y-you look like—Evelyn, what were you doing?" Sharpay stuttered giving her daughter a very odd look.
Evelyn giggled and wiped her hot forehead. It was sure boiling hot out, especially if you were running around and playing games.
"I was playing basketball with the neighbors. It's really fun. I like it. I'm going to ask Tro—dad to play with me next time," The little girl smiled taking her messy 'pony tail' down.
Sharpay wanted to say something, but she was afraid that all would come out was: "Eww". Sweat was never too appealing to her—at least not on a girl. But if her daughter wanted to play basketball she was going to get over it.
"Okay." Evelyn nodded while running off.
"Well I guess she has to get something from Troy. Can't be all from me." She laughed making her way to the living room.
I'm really sorry for not updating…. But I have a few good reasons. First, I didn't have the Internet for like two weeks! It was horrible. And then school came and just got in the way. I had no idea high school would be this much work! But there is good news though, when I didn't have internet for like two weeks, I wrote a lot for my stories, so be checking for my updates this week. Also, I'm sorry for not replying to your reviews. It's early morning and I tried to post this last night but the site wouldn't let me log in.. I have to hurry because school starts in a few minutes!