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June 6, 2012

Go to the gym today (duh!) Wait… what time is it?

9:00 a.m. Errr… why am I not at the gym? HOLY CRAP! I didn't wake up this morning. Ok, must meditate to figure out why I didn't get up this morning.

9:05 a.m. Oh my god. I KISSED TROY. I FELL FOR HIM. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? OK breathe Sharpay. BREATHE SHARPAY. Must grab paper bag…

9:07 a.m. I'm ok, I'm ok. Sharpay is ok. BIIIIIG Breaths BIIIIG breaths. Ok. Ok. Wait, why hasn't Landon called me yet? He ALWAYS calls at least by 8:30. OH NO! It's all coming back. I must have really screwed up this time. Here, I'll divulge. So, you know I left for dinner with Troy at uhh 7:30? Yea, 7:30. Whoa my head hurts. Hold, must get Advil.

9:09 a.m. Ok, back to the story. So, I walk out my door, and there's darling Troy (oh he really is a darling) with roses a birthday card, and this adorable little teddy bear with a microphone. Aww, it was soooo adorable. So he takes my elbow and guides me into a taxi. The taxi, drops us off at this great restaurant, the Mesa Grill. It's southwestern (figures he'd like it, being the adorable Albuquerque man he is), and actually quite delicious. So, we're sitting at our table ordering drinks (YUMMY COSMO for me!), when out of the corner of my eye, I see Landon. Landon in the same restaurant as me, when he thinks I'm in bed sick! He was there with his best friend Rob.

Troy eyed me suspiciously, "Sharpay? Is there something wrong?

"Oh, no, no," I stammered. "Nothing wrong at all, actually I uhh need to go umm to the ladies."

Troy stared back at me obviously confused with my behavior, but I needed to escape to figure out what I was going to do. Then it hit me! I took this stage makeup class once, and I knew how to do a perfect allergic reaction rash. Just a few swipes of lipstick and powder on my arm, and I was in business. I could just say there must have been something in the salsa, and I wanted to leave. That plan was going great, uhh until I walked out of the bathroom and straight into Landon.

Landon looked up at me wide eyed, "Babe, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay in bed. Were you coming to try to surprise me (ok so he's not the sharpest tool in the shed)? Aww babe that's great, but really you need to go to bed. OH MY GOD! Look at that rash. You missy out the door now!

I couldn't even speak I was so stunned. He pushed me out the back door (he's friends with the restaurant owner) and got a cab for me. I waited until he went back inside, and then I sent the cab owner packing (he was pissed). I dashed back inside making sure to avoid Landon.

"Sharpay, are you ok? OH MY GOD! Look at that rash (told you I was good with stage makeup)," maybe I should take you back.

"Yea, I'm not feeling so hot," I was acting like a damsel in distress, and he was definitely my hero.

We paid for our drinks, and then left the restaurant (PHEW close call!). Landon was so oblivious he didn't notice any of this. When the cab got us back to my apartment, I asked Troy to come inside. He agreed, saying that I should probably have someone to look after me.

That's when I did it, I kissed him. And trust me, he kissed me back. It was like one of those kisses from the movies, I saw the fireworks and felt the earthquakes. He's is a faaaaabbbb kisser. Whoa! I'm still getting chills thinking about it! We broke the kiss, and he smiled at me and grabbed my hand as I led him upstairs to my apartment.

The rest of the night, well let's put it this way. It consisted of lots of cheap wine, some birthday cake and make-out sessions. Like I said, he's an amazing kisser. Maybe that's why I have this throbbing headache. Oh, wow I must have slept through my cell phone rings. I have three messages.

9:15 a.m. Oh god, can my life get any more complicated. My first message was from Jim, I have a 5 hour rehearsal today starting at 12. And then it gets really bad. The second is from Landon, he's coming to check up on me in an hour (oh, he did call, that means he doesn't know about Troy. I didn't screw up!). The third… ugh here's what it says.

"Hi, it's Troy. Thanks for the amazing night last night. You're amazing, I felt amazing, I think we feel amazing together. I really want to see you again. Call me."

SHARPAY EVANS, WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO?