(A/N: Sorry I took so long with this chapter. I had major and I mean MAJOR writer's block. So I avoided writing this for about 2(?) weeks, but I figured you guys deserved to be able to read the next chapter, so you better appreciate it: )

And as xXPredictableXx said, she and a group of llama activists came to my house with flaming torches chanting, "Troy and Llama! Troy and Llama! Troy and Llama!" They ended up burning down my house, killing my family, and I was gang raped by a group of llamas. And after all that me and xXPredicatableXx are still best friends. Love ya xXPredictableXx and all of my reviewers!

Now I'm sure you guys are all tired of listen to me ramble so I'll go ahead and give you my disclaimer so we can all get on with the story.

Disclaimer: Well, I called the producer and asked if I could buy the rights for $6.37 and a pair of earrings, and he started laughing at me and hung up. So for right now I don't own anything.

Troy woke up the next morning very late. It was past 11 am and he had planned on waking up at 9 so he could take his daily jog, get back home and take a shower, and then go to the mall and pick out a new outfit to wear to Chad's party that night.

After he caught sight of the clock he dragged himself out of bed and drowsily changed into his Wildcats tracksuit.

When Troy got downstairs he realized that both of his parents were gone and slipped his housekeys and cell phone into his pockets.

He opened the door to leave and a wave of summer heat hit him like a brick.

"Whoa!" he mumbled to himself and peeled off his track jacket and white t-shirt.

Troy started his jog down the block and slowly found himself taking turns down to Sharapay's house. He decided to make her house his goal. Usually his goal was the park or something, but he figured her house would do, even if it was much farther away.

He did reach her house, and in less time than he expected. He stopped in front of the house and noticed a long balcony that seemed to go around the back of the house and connect two rooms.

Sharpay was sitting in her room, about to walk out onto her balcony when she spotted Troy Bolton jogging up the road. She ran into Ryan's room and screamed, "TROY'S OUTSIDE!"

"Well, if you want to see him you better hurry before he leaves."

"DISTRACT HIM!"

"What, how?"

"Uhh...uhh...DANCE!"

"What! I'm not gonna dance!"

"RYAN EVANS YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AND DANCE! NOW!"

"Yes, Ma'am." he ran to his balcony in fear.

Sharpay ran to her room and changed into a pair of Soffe shorts and a solid tank top. She pulled her hair into a pony tail as she flew down the stairs.

She got outside just in time before he left. He was blankly staring at Ryan's balcony. She turned around and saw Ryan doing the robot, the moonwalk, and the running man while singing 'My lards'

"What's wrong with Ryan?" Troy asked in a daze.

"Uhh... he does that every morning. Yeah. Keeps him fit."

Troy snapped back into reality and realized he was talking to Sharpay Evans. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

They walked toward the road.

"So are you coming to Chad's party tonight?"

"Yeah, but Ryan's not. He's not the party type."

"He should come. With moves like that..." They both laughed.

"Is Gabriella coming?"

"No, she's with her dad this weekend."

Sharpay kept herself from yelling, "YES!" She'd had a crush on Troy since 7th grade and with Gabriella gone for the weekend, she would have her chance to make a move on him.

They heard a dog barking behind them. It was a jet black toy poodle wearing a bright pink collar with the name Lola embroidered into it.

Sharpay hunched down to the dog's level and said in a high pitched baby voice, "Lola! How did you get out? Troy this is Lola, my poodle. Me and Ryan got one for our 17th birthday. His is white and named Sparx."

"Oh, she's cute."

"I know!"

"Uh, look, I gotta go..."

"Oh, but I'll see you at the party, right..." she said touching his arm.

Troy said at a loss of words, "Right, the party... Bye!"