Mm, thank you for the loverly reviews. This is your reward
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A dream
It's the last day of freshman year, and Troy is headed towards his locker, readying himself for the ultimate cleaning out of any storage area. Sharpay stands next to said storage, holding a bottle of Lysol, which is strange, not because she wouldn't be caught dead near anything so filthy, but because she hates the smell of Lysol.
He remembers that from seventh grade, when they first started...well, when they first stopped hanging out.
But anyway. She smiles at him, and he manages a smile back. He proceeds with emptying his locker of papers, Gatorade bottles, old socks, a banana peel, and...a very old container of cheesefries. She chokes and makes him promise that he'll let her clean his locker every week next year.
But she doesn't scream at the filth, and he's happy, because this is the Sharpay that exchanged sweat with him on the basketball courts, this is the Sharpay that gladly snarfed Oreos every chance she got, this is the Sharpay that teased her twin brother and wished he'd leave her alone. This is the childhood friend Sharpay.
They have a conversation, the particulars of which he doesn't remember on waking, except that it was funny (not journalistically funny, just...comedian funny), and they laugh, and it seems like the entire hall is empty because he can hear their voices echoing off the walls.
And then, because he's brave in this sleep, he steps a little closer to his dream Sharpay and kisses her, once. Very chaste, very third grade, very much like the ones they used to steal under the cafeteria tables in elementary school, when having boyfriends and girlfriends just meant exchanging sticky-sweet pecks on the lips every chance they got. But no one ever remembers what they taste like until several hours later, when they lick their own lips and wonder why they're wearing strawberry-flavored lip gloss.
Well, maybe that part's not in elementary school. Anyway, then he realizes that he likes strawberry-flavored lip gloss, and wishes that he could steal more. But when he rocks backward on his feet and looks at her nervously, all he can see is the third grade Sharpay who shared kisses with him under the cafeteria tables, only taller, but just as cute, and when she smiles, he can only muster a twitch at the corners of his mouth, because this isn't the freshman Sharpay, this is his best friend Sharpay, and they're not the same person anymore, and then he wakes up.
And Troy Bolton realizes that he wants to kiss freshman Sharpay every bit as much as he does best friend Sharpay, but he would regret that kiss, which probably wouldn't taste like strawberries, anyway.
It makes no sense. I know. It's a dream. But aw, who doesn't want to know what the elementary Troy and Sharpay did under the cafeteria tables?
Anyway. Quota is set for...27? Sure, 27.
27 reviews before the next chapter. You guys have all day to do it, and then I'll break out my other elementary kid chapter. No, there are no cafeteria tables. Tell all your friends.