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fibi3:
well you're wait is over—finally. Hehehe. But hey, at least you're first on the replies :D
AshleyZac4life:
Ahh. Everyone loved the ending. xD I have to admit. It was cute. But this chapter—it has it's drama. So read along now.
Clotisy:
Oh
yes. I hope they can keep Evelyn. We'll see. This chapter is
basically what that's about—well sort of—towards the end.
PshYeah-x:
LOL! Yes, Troy and Sharpay can unite together and form an army to get their daughter back. That would really happen…..Haha.
cutiepink928:
Aww. Me too…and so does everyone else. xD So do Troy and Sharpay. but the adoption people don't want them to keep Evelyn! Ugh. Rude, I know.
TheOneWithTheCurlyBrownHair:
Hehe, I just have to say, I love your pen name there. And thank you very much for reviewing. Hope to hear your thoughts about this chapter.
Chel08:
Well I can sadly say, I was not too quick with updating this—it's been gosh….a while. I do hope to get the following chapter up sooner than I took with this one. Good thing is, I already have the next chapter written—partly, but on paper though. So I must type it up soon… That way I can update sooner!
LucyLicious xx:
Ah yes. The cute family moment, about time I gave you guys one of those moment, huh? Well this chapter might have some—might…I dunno.. I guess you'll have to read and find out!
Bl1SSFuln3ss:
HEY!!!!!!!!!! Lol I watched Definitely, Maybe at the movies the other night and it soooo reminded me of this story. I mean I was like "OMG I should do that to my story. OMG that happens in my story" I was going crazy, in my head. I wasn't saying it to my friends. Cause they don't exactly know I write stories. Well not the ones that I was watching it with. Hehe. But yes, I thought you'd like to know that. xD
Well I'm off to go write our next chapter for our story. Which I already have a majority of it on paper. So it should be soon—or so I hope!!
MUCHO LOVE :D
Sezq:
I guess I could smack Troy. But then again, do I really want to smack that gorgeous face? Lol. Well you might get a kick out of Troy in this chapter—or you might hate him even more. Find out…
usaprincess242:
Thanks thanks thanks! Hehe. I hope you like this new chapter. And thank you for reviewing.
OfflineForever:
Yes there were little Troypay moments—and no Rachel—but I can't say that for this chapter..oops.. I mean—just go on and read. xD
XxCharmedxX:
Ah. Don't worry about the lateness. If you haven't notice (yea right) I haven't been doing a very good job of updating. Which stinks. But I'm trying—it's a little hard with school and all. But hey, I'll manage! See you were last. The best for last I tell you.
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Troy woke up to find his bed empty. He could have sworn that Sharpay and Evelyn fell asleep next to him the night before. Much to his surprise, half of the bed was made and no sign of anyone. The whole room was empty. He knew he hadn't dreamt everything. Sharpay's belongings were still in the guest room. The whole upstairs was so silent. He would have thought Sharpay and Evelyn would be doing something together upstairs, trying not to wake him up—or downstairs.
"Evelyn!" He called walking down the stairs.
No answer.
"SHARPAY!" He walked down the hallway, peeking through every room he passed.
Within a few minutes, he was ready to conclude the two girls were not home. Where they were headed was beyond him, the least they could have done was leave a note, which was what he tried to look for. He knew better than to expect a little note, Sharpay was never that type of person. She enjoyed having people worry about her.
No reason to be searching around anymore, he knew there was no clue on to where Sharpay was.
He walked towards the front door, needing the newspaper to read.
"Troy."
Uh oh.
"Rachel." He forced a smile as he stepped outside.
Ironic how she showed up the minute he sat foot on the pavement.
"I called you last night. You never answered." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Oh." He spoke. "My phone has been off." He lied.
Technically, it wasn't a lie. He never heard his phone ring, therefore he had no idea. He had been too occupied to be watching his phone or to even know where it was stored now.
He hadn't expected Rachel to show up, at least not for a couple of days. She had just blown up on him; he figured it'd take days for her to cool off. And yet, she was standing in front him, making him feel very guilty. The last thing he needed was to get her angry again—which he knew she would if she found out Sharpay was staying him.
At this point, Troy knew very well his relationship with Rachel was going to end. He had been giving it time, waiting for that feeling of being in love to bloom between them, but now, more than ever they were getting in constant arguments about Sharpay—or Evelyn. It was starting to tick him off each time, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of Rachel's life for now. He had other problems to fix.
"Well. Where's your car? I thought you were out." Rachel giggled pointing at his empty driveway.
"Sharpay." He mumbled.
"Say what?" Rachel patted her large stomach.
"Nothing." Troy shook his head. "It's just—out—getting…" He paused trying to come up with a legit excuse. Only nothing came to mind. "The mechanic" He though, just then, he could see his car coming towards his house—with a blonde sitting on the driver's seat. "Shit." He blurted.
Rachel turned around, he eyes glued on the familiar blonde in Troy's car, waving angelically. Her small smile suddenly turned into a serious look.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Rachel's eyes grew wide, nearly knocking Troy down with the sound of her voice.
"We're having so problems." He defended honestly.
"Oh bull shit Troy! Bull shit! Problems?" She cursed. "First you tell me you can't get married as Sharpay never filed the divorce papers. Please! Admit it! Just fuckin' admit it Troy!" Rachel spat.
Sharpay at this point was standing next to Troy's car, feeling responsible for this sudden bickering between Troy and Rachel.
"Admit what?" Troy backed away; afraid he was going to get something painful.
"Oh please? Stop playing dumb! You don't want to divorce her. You're making excuses everyday, just admit it!" She exclaimed.
"What? No!" Troy shouted. "I'm not making excuses. I do want to divorce her okay? I just don't have time!" He defended.
Sharpay winced at Troy's respond but tried to stay invisible, along with Evelyn next to her. She had to admit; it was awkward being where she was.
"Just shut it Troy." Rachel placed her hand in front of her face, before turning around and shooting Sharpay a smirk. "Go screw each other." She barked while walking towards her car.
It took a few seconds before Sharpay could move. She was afraid to speak or walk towards Troy, knowing he most likely was not in a good mood. Plus she was scared to be yelled at her and blamed for what had just happened.
Evelyn just looked from her mom, then her dad, confused of what happened.
"Where did you guys go?" Troy spoke, not leaving his standing spot.
"Just drove around." Sharpay answered, finally walking for the front door, passing Troy briskly.
Sharpay made her way directly to the kitchen, needing some water, as Evelyn rushed upstairs, wanting a nice cool shower.
Troy wanted to act as if what had happened between him and Rachel had never happened. He didn't want Sharpay to be giving him sympathy about it, nor did he want to hear her comments. Not that she was showing any signs of talking to him anyway. She was rather caught up in doing whatever she was doing.
"So, what did you two do?" He asked sitting on one of the stools.
Sharpay shrugged. "Oh just drove around town." She opened her water bottle. "I showed her some places I use to hang out in…you know." She shrugged once again, not making eye contact with Troy.
He hated it when she talked to him with cold shoulders.
"Did Evelyn like it?" He questioned.
"Yeah. She seemed too." Sharpay nodded pulling her hair back on a ponytail.
Troy met her eyes with his. She quickly looked down.
"What?" He fumed, getting irritated with her behavior towards him.
"What…" Sharpay mocked him, walking out of the kitchen and into Troy's living room.
Troy ran his fingers through his dry hair. Boy was his life complicated. Everywhere he went, someone seemed to be upset with him. First Rachel, now Sharpay. He had no idea what Sharpay was all about, since last night everything went well, she just got back from her morning drive with Evelyn. Unfortunately, she had to hear the morning commotion.
"Sharpay." He followed her.
Sharpay was already seated in the living room, searching for the remote.
Troy sat across from her. Lately he had been wondering he and Sharpay could become close friends again. At least it was a start to fix their differences. Sure they shook on being friends, but did they really mean it? Sharpay hadn't exactly been the greatest friend—sure they got along, they still had boundaries.
"I guess that was the end of me and Rachel." He spoke with a smirk.
Sharpay looked up at him.
"No it's not." She shook her head. "You're going to say sorry to her and explain what's going on. Then it'll be fine again." She shrugged.
Troy stared at her for a moment.
"Nah. It's time to end it. Our relationship isn't going anywhere." He shook his head. "I need to get out of it, before I get in anothe—before I get trap in a big mess." He added simply, calm about the whole thing.
Sharpay gave him a puzzled look, but concluded that Troy was just trying to be serious and calm at the same time. She figured he'd change his mind later.
"You're just saying that." She noted.
Only Troy shook his head again.
"I mean it." He said firmly.
Sharpay shrugged. Like she even cared about this? She was just taken back by what Troy had said earlier. Maybe it was time for her to file those divorce papers? She had forgotten about them, as Troy never bothered to contact her with any complaints, and she never cared for getting remarried. Not after her experience with her first wedding. Only hard part was, the more she found herself with Troy, the harder it was to keep her feelings from blooming again. She had to admit, she never really let go of her love for Troy. She just forced herself to believe she hated him.
"Anyway." Troy cleared his throat. "We should get to business." He gave her one of his famous looks. "That way we can you know—keep our daughter." He slowly began to stand up.
"Oh right." Sharpay nodded and stood up, following Troy to his office.
"I just think we should get a lawyer, fight of Evelyn. You know? We have evidence. Just no paper works." He motioned Sharpay to sit down on the chair across from his.
"I know. But Troy, we're going to sound like messed up people. I mean we ended our relationship; I lied to you and told you our daughter was dead so you can get off my case with anything whatsoever. I wanted you out, and I knew having a child together would get us involved with each other. Then I completely signed legal rights to have no custody of her, full on. She runs away, finds you. You're in a relationship; I travel in and out of town constantly. I don't think we're going to win this battle." She fiddled with the hem of her blouse.
Troy shot her a frown.
"Stop being so negative Sharpay. That's what's wrong with you!" He exclaimed. "You're always pointing out the down part of life. Can't you just look at it on the bright side?" He spoke, almost using a high tone as he reached to turn on his computer.
Sharpay looked up at him. Why did he always have to yell at her for everything?
"Look Troy, I don't exactly have the most brilliant life out there okay? I have my ups and downs and lately my life has been going down the drain. I'm lost, confused, I don't know what to do! I make mistakes and lately, it's been hard to look at life the positive way. S if you can just bare with me and actually try to communicate with me, maybe I can slowly start to believe that things will turn out fine!" She felt as if she was about to fume.
Troy stared at her blankly. Had they even gone through a full conversation with no awkwardness or madness going on?
"You think I have the highlight of life everyday Sharpay? No! I'm just like you, I have my days. But do I show it to everyone and cause everyone else around me to feel horrible?" He gave he a scolded look. "No." He answered himself slamming his fist against the wooden desk.
At that moment, Sharpay felt like getting up and leaving the room. It was far too early to start an argument with Troy. The day had a long way to go before coming to an end, so the last thing she wanted was to start it off with a fight and going around all day carrying all the pressure. On the other hand, she didn't feel like walking out on Troy. She was after all, staying in his house. She had to show him some respect.
"It wasn't like I planned any of this to happen Sharpay. You're the one who screwed up our lives." Troy blurted, his eyes on his computer as he began to search for local lawyers.
"You think I planned this Troy? Like I really wanted to ruin my life? No. I didn't plan on it. And don't you dare think I wanted this to happen to you either." She kept her voice on a regular tone. " I don't plan on ruining people's lives, if that's what you're thinking." She added quickly.
"Well you've done a good job of ruining people's lives that's for sure. Think about it. You ruined my life. You ruined your life. And you've ruined a little girl's life." Troy smirked, typing on his computer.
Sharpay was on the verge of crying. She hated how Troy always had something rude to say to her. In the end, he always won, which bothered her. It made it seem as if she had always been the bad one between the two, when in reality, they had their fair share. Troy just noted out all her flaws each time they had a disagreement. He had always done a good job of tearing her apart in the end. Now she felt even more broken that she had been these past few years. It was always her fault in the end. Always.
"Troy, if I knew you were going to hate me this much…" She paused trying to keep the tears from streaming down her face. "I wished you never asked me to marry you."
"Like I knew this was how it was going to turn out?" Troy shot back. "Trust me. If I knew, that would have been the last thing on my mind."
"I…I can't handle having to do this Troy. I can't keep on seeing you, trying to be friendly, then getting into a fight. I can't deal with this. I was doing so good for nine years." Sharpay sighed wiping the small tear that had escaped her eye.
"Well that I can't help." Troy shrugged. "Look, this woman sounds like she'd do good." He turned the computer screen for Sharpay to get a look.
Sharpay took a quick glance and nodded. She wanted to cry.
"So I guess I'll call her and see if we can get a meeting today—or soon. Before those freaks come back." Troy picked up his cell phone.
"I'm going to go make food." Sharpay mouthed out to him, before walking out of the room.
She really just wanted to cry upstairs.
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"Mommy and I drove around. She showed me the house she grew up in. It was really pretty. We didn't get to go in though." Evelyn smiled, eating her sandwich with Troy. "And she also showed me your High School."
Troy nodded and smiled in return while eating his lunch.
"Sounds fun." He mumbled with food in his mouth.
"It was." Evelyn nodded. "Maybe later, you, me and mom can go drive around together." She suggested meeting her dad's eyes.
"Yeah, maybe." Troy swallowed.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Sharpay since she left his office. He had heard her walk in and out of the guest bedroom earlier, but she had never bothered to come back downstairs. He figured she was still upset, he knew she was.
"But tonight. Mom and I are going somewhere. So we're going to have to leave you with my parents—err you grandparents for the night….if that's okay.." Troy spoke.
He knew it would be awkward, as Evelyn had never met them. It was also going to be strange that he was suddenly just going to drop her off there, on short notice.
"We'll pick you up though, it'll be late at night, but we'll still come get you. You won't have to spend the night there." Troy pointed out, hoping to make Evelyn a little more comfortable.
"Oh okay. That's okay. I want to meet them." She smiled happily. "Where are you two going then?" She questioned.
"Out." Troy simply responded.
"Like a date?" The little girl nodded.
"No." Troy shook his head.
Evelyn just sighed and continued with her lunch.
"Mommy showed me the house you two were going to buy. It's really big. Looks pretty." The nine-year-old spoke. "And I got to see the apartment you two live in too…the building." She went on.
Troy kept nodded and going 'Hmm' Every now and then. He was glad that Sharpay had taken the time to do that, though he wasn't happy that she just took his car without leaving a note or asking for permission.
"Maybe later mom will take me to go see more places." Evelyn looked down at her plate of fruits.
"Maybe." Troy smiled. "Hey, I can take you places too you know." He chuckled lightly before putting his plate in the sink and leaving Evelyn in the kitchen alone.
He made his way upstairs, knowing he would have to let Sharpay in on what they were doing tonight.
Without knocking, he let himself in the guest bedroom, where Sharpay was sitting and reading papers—to what looked like scripts for her play.
And that was when it hit him. She had completely missed her play this year.
"Missing it?" He spoke entering the room.
She looked up and let out a faded smile.
"A little. First year that I wasn't there. Keeping everything tack." She sighed setting the papers down on the bed.
Troy nodded.
"Hey, listen, sorry about earlier." He spoke.
"Don't worry about it." Sharpay bit her lower lip.
"Good. But we have a meeting with that lawyer tonight. So I was thinking of having Evelyn stay with my parents while we went—because I don't think it's appropriate to take her with us." He explained, and Sharpay seemed to understand.
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"Let me get this straight—you two are separated—the orphan people are trying to get your daughter back—and you two are trying to prevent that?" Rebecca Shaw tried to summarize what Troy had just explained to her, still she was not getting the whole story.
Both Troy and Sharpay nodded.
"Now why can't you just state that she's your daughter? You can keep her?" Rebecca asked, puzzled.
"Because we have no papers stating she's our daughter whatsoever." Sharpay explained, softly.
"Why would that be?" The lawyer questioned.
"Because we were never there for Evelyn to begin with!" Troy exclaimed getting frustrated.
Rebecca held up her hands.
"Alright. I get it. Look, all I can tell you two is to gather what you have of your daughter. I mean you must have at least something from her. Even if it's a little picture from when she was a baby—or even a picture of her ultra sound, or a picture of you Sharpay, pregnant. Get the doctor who was there when you had your daughter. I'm sure he can find some information from their record at the hospital. And Troy, you said that she brought you some paper works, well get those and start reading it, see what's important." She explained quickly while taking a sip of her tea.
"So basically any little thing we have of hers?" Sharpay asked, narrowing her eyebrows.
The lawyer nodded.
"Whatever you have that's on paper or picture that can prove it—and heck, even go get DNA testing if you have to. Then we'll take this to court." She spoke.
With that, they wrapped up their brief meeting.
Sharpay still felt worried. She wasn't exactly sure if she and Troy could gather so many things by tomorrow night. The paper works that Evelyn had brought to Troy was at her place—basically all the things were at her place. A long drive away…
"Should we head to your place tomorrow then?" Troy questioned.
In respond, Sharpay nodded. "Might as well."
They walked back together to Troy's car, noticing that their meeting hadn't exactly lasted too long. It was still early in the night.
"How about we get some dinner?" Troy suggested as he unlocked his car.
"Sure." Sharpay said as she waited for him to unlock her side of the car.
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ABOUT TIME, right? Well I made it lengthy, if that helps and pays off my lagging.
But hey—be happy. Lol. I'm going to work on It Happened One Night tomorrow—or Wednesday actually because I have a research thing tomorrow. Then after that I'll update summer—so I better get that started.
Anyway, leave me a review.
