The Fight for the Throne

You Wrote That?

The next day was a Saturday (hallelujah). I don't think I could have survived another day at school, it was so hectic. Darbus was making us practice during free period, and after school until 5:45, so Sharpay and I didn't get home until 6:00 or later. We then had dinner, did homework, then practiced for the musical. All week long. Today I am going to relax; maybe go the park and write in my notebook for a while.

I had breakfast by myself since Sharpay was still asleep. I wrote her a note saying I was going to the park and would be home soon. I decided to walk to the park with my notebook and a pen. I sat on one of the stone benches and started to write a short story. I just sat there writing for a few hours, scratching things out and adding things in. I wrote until I saw Sharpay strutting up the pathway. I chucked the notebook across the park and it landed behind a tree. My situation wasn't the best at the moment. I didn't want Sharpay to see my notebook, but I didn't want the whole world to see it either! Was my name in it? Um…let me see… YES! Perfect, just perfect. I'll have to come back later and get it before someone else does.

"What are you doing here?" Sharpay asked, outraged.

"Relaxing, and actor has to relax once in a while doesn't he?" At this point I was just stalling for time; luckily I was very good at improve.

"Oh. Well let's just relax at home!" she said, motioning towards the exit.

"Well… why can't we just … just, um… enjoy the fresh air?" I asked, stuttering.

" Is there someone here you don't want me to see?" she asked, then started to look around.

"No! I just like… the fresh air… and whatnot…" I said. I imagined how I looked… probably very confused. Ha, I look strange when I'm confused.

"Whatnot? Since when do you use words like ' whatnot'?" she said while giving me a suspicious look in the process.

"Since… um… since I want to!" In my opinion that was a very weak defense, but it was the best I could do on short notice; and as you can probably tell, my improve skills are diminishing.

"Why are you acting so strange lately?"

I sighed again. I didn't want to tell her the truth, but at the same time I didn't want to lie to her, so I'll just tell her part of the truth, " It's just that I feel overworked, I mean isn't Darbus trying a little too hard, I mean this is the hardest she's ever worked us, don't you think?

" Yeah, but don't you think you are overreacting?"

" No! You're pushing me too hard, I mean you're part of the problem! I understand you want to be the best, but can't we give it a rest for just one day?"

Wow. I just had my second explosion like that in two days. It felt really good, actually. Mom always says to not bottle up your anger.

" Feel better now?" Sharpay asked playfully.

"Yeah…"

" So are you ready to go home?" she asked.

I thought about it for a second, then said, " Ok, but can I grab something real quick?"
"Sure" she responded.

I quickly ran over to the tree that was hiding my notebook, then went to grab it, but to my demise (another new vocabulary word!) the notebook was stolen. Oh, crud! That notebook told like everything about me! I searched all around but still couldn't find it! While I was searching, I could feel Sharpay's glare at me back. Finally, I gave up the search and walked home with Sharpay, not saying a work, just thinking. How could I be so stupid! Why didn't I just tell Sharpay in the first place? I just hope it wasn't anyone from out school who found it!

Troy's point of view

"Troy!" Gabriella called.

"Mmhm" I didn't really acknowledge that she was looking for me. I was too busy reading this notebook I found at the park this morning. I remember seeing Ryan and Sharpay there too, I was going to say 'hi' but decided against it when I heard Ryan yell at this twin sister. Too much drama. I was still pretty mad at the two for winning the leads, so once again, the Ice Queen and King of East High were the stars at the show. I even had more free time now! I still had pretty decent part, but not as good as the lead, of course.

Who ever wrote this notebook was a good writer. There was a lot of emotion and description in it.

"What are you reading?" Gabriella asked.

"A notebook I found in the park, it's really interesting." I said.

"Can I see it?" she asked.

"Sure" I replied, while handing it to her.

She scanned over it for a while, looked at the cover, then said, " This belongs to Ryan Evans."

I gave her a disbelieving look, then said, " How do you know that?"

"How do you not know that?" I gave her an I-don't-know look, then she said, " He carries it this thing around like everywhere! And that's his handwriting as well!"

"Oh… ok" I said. Well at least I know whom this belongs to. I began to read again.

"Aren't you going to give it back to him?" she asked me.

"Yeah, when I'm done reading it" I said while turning the page. Ooh! This page is about Sharpay!

"Give it back to him now." she suggested.

"I'm almost done! There is only… 1,2,3… seven pages left!" I protested.

"Ok, but when he gets really mad at you, don't come crying to me!" she said heatedly. Then what surprised me the most was she smiled sweetly. Well its like Chad says, 'Don't attempt to understand the female mind.'

The rest of the notebook is amazing: if Gabriella hadn't told me who wrote in this, I would never have guessed Ryan. He has some major talent in writing; in the notebook were multiple mini-scripts that were quite entertaining.

He even wrote about sports sometimes: soccer, baseball, and even basketball! Most were scripts or articles he had pasted onto the pages. "I'll go to his house tonight and give it to him, ok?" I said to Gabriella.

"Ok, if that's the best I can get out of you." She said standing up. "I'll call you later."

I went back to reading as she walked off.

Ryan's Point of View, 7:00 PM, his house

I was officially freaked out. No one had returned my notebook to me, and I really want it back! I saw Kelsi at the park and asked her if she saw a blue, brown, and cream notebook, but she hadn't. I'll ask Troy and Gabriella tomorrow if they by any chance saw it. I sat down on the couch out of pure exhaustion, then heard the doorbell ring. I was too lazy to get up myself to open the door, so I yelled, "Sharpay, door!" She walked down the stairs, then paying no attention to me (not as if I was expecting her to), opened the door.

"Ooh, Troy Bolton, what are you doing here?" she asked in a sweet tone of voice. "Are you here to rehearse with me?"

"No… I actually came here to see Ryan." He said nervously.

At this statement, I perked up a bit. " Oh. He's over there." She said bitterly, as she pointed towards me.

I stood up, then slowly walked over to Troy. "Hey, do you want to come up to my room for a while?"

"Sure" he replied.

I was so excited, even though my face hopefully didn't show it. I always felt like an outcast compared to Troy, and now he is following my up to my room, not Sharpay's. We walked into my room, then when Troy took a good look at it, he said, "Wow. You're room is amazing!"

"Oh… thanks…" I said, wondering where that random comment came from. I took a good look at my room: hardwood floors, a double sized bed, a stereo system, a rack of CD's and cassette tapes, a desk with a black computer and a pencil holder, and light blue walls. I guess my room is pretty cool… " Why did you come to see me?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Oh… to return this to you." He said, holding out my notebook. So he was the one who found it and caused me all this trouble, well at least he returned it.

"Where did you find it?" I asked, taking it from him.

"Oh, in the park, behind a tree… I was meaning to ask you, why was it behind a tree in the first place?" he asked me.

"Ha, well I didn't want Sharpay to find it, so when she came up to me I sort of through it behind the tree so she wouldn't notice." I said, faltering off towards the end of my sentence.

"Well I don't see why, you're an amazing writer!"

I was dumbfounded. So he read my notebook, did he? "You read my notebook?" I asked him.

"Well yeah…I didn't know it was yours until Gabriella told me, then I came to return it to you." He said truthfully.

I sighed, then said, "It's ok, you didn't mean to, right?"

"Right."

I couldn't help myself asking this question, "So you thought it was good, did you?"

"Yes, exceptionally good!"

I suddenly wondered if he was trying to build up his vocabulary too. Anyway… " What was so good about it, then?"

"Well, I loved how you write so emotionally, it really is like it came out of your heart when you were writing your scripts and 'blogs' about your day."

"That's because it did come out of my heart, that's the whole reason I started to write, because according to dad, 'An Evans isn't supposed to show emotion' so if I don't want to show emotion, I just write down how I'm feeling at the moment, and apparently that isn't working so well right now, since I've blown up in Sharpay's face two times in the past 48 hours."

"Well, I see, so that's why you were yelling at Sharpay in the park today?"

"Yeah…" I was sort of embarrassed to say so, but I figured Troy would understand.

We sat in silence for about a minute before Troy said, " Hey, do you want to hang out sometime?"

I paused before I answered, " Sure, whenever you want to, I'll hopefully be free."

"Um… how about tomorrow night, I know that it's a school night, but Chad is throwing a party, so if you want to come…"

"Sure, I'll be there" I said. Suddenly my phone began to ring, so I answered and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Sorry I didn't call earlier, but if you want to come see Claire, I suggest you come right now, if you don't want your head bitten off, that is." Lawrence Simons said quickly.

"Okay, wait one second…" I put the phone over my shoulder, then said to Troy, "Do you want to go visit Claire?

"Sure, I have nothing better to do!"

I put the phone to my ear, then said to Lawrence; "Do you mind if Troy Bolton comes too?"

"Sure, do you know where we live?" he asked me.

"Yeah… we'll see you soon." I said, then hung up. "Ready to go see a girl in a cast?" I joked.

"Sure, do you want to ask if Sharpay wants to come, It would be nice wouldn't it?" he said. The boy had a good point.

"Ok, but I doubt she'll say yes. Do you want to try an experiment?"

"Okay…"

"You just stay there, I'll be back in a second."

I walked to Sharpay's room, knocked twice, then said, " Do you want to go see Claire with me?"

She immediately said, " No!"

I motioned Troy to come closer, and he said, "You know Sharpay, I'm coming!"

"Oh, in that case I'll come! Be downstairs in a second!"

Troy and I bit our bottom lip until we got downstairs, then burst out laughing.

"I can't believe she did that!" I said, while trying to subdue my laughter.

" I know, how funny was that?"

Sharpay then walked down the stairs, while wearing a pair of khaki pants and a spaghetti strap shirt.

"Um, Sharpay, you do know it is raining, right?" I said.

"Oh, wait a second, I'll be right back!"

"Do you know how unnerving it is to have a sister who takes an hour and a half to do her make up and get ready?" I said to Troy, who chuckled.

"No, I didn't think her face could hold that much make-up!"

"I know—"

I stopped in talking immediately, as Sharpay once again walked down the stairs, this time sporting a lime green spring jacket with sparkles on the hood.

"I'm ready!" she said joyfully.

Troy and I just walked towards the door then rolled our eyes. I opened the door, then walked out, heading towards Claire and Lawrence's house.

A/N: How did you like it? I really like how this one turned out! So now on to our conversation:

Ryan: I like bonding with Troy!

Me: You're welcome!

Troy: And thank you for finally giving me more than one line!

Me: I figured you'd like a part once in a while!

Troy: Now if you could just put more Gabriella in…

Me: Now don't push it…

Ryan: Ok, will you please just put more Claire and Lawrence in?

Me: Just wait! Be patient!