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Summer in the Hamptons became dreaded. Whenever I was spotted my Troy or vice versa, it was as if the other didn't exist.

Until one stopped showing up.

Ashlyn held me tight against her body. She sighed. "I'm gonna miss you."

I squeezed her back, not wanting to let go. Because even though I was ready to go back home and sleep in my own bed, there was still a part of me that wanted to stay there with Ashlyn. And spend time with her like I always thought we would. "I'm going to miss you too."

Ashlyn finally let go of me. "Can't miss your flight." she watched me pick up my duffel bag, rolling backpack, and messenger bag. "Don't forget to call me!" she called after me. I turned around and waved one more time. She waved back, and I finished my journey down the empty corridors to the entrance of the plane.

Back to Albuquerque.

I settled into my window seat and braced myself for the lonely trip home.

"Hey you've reached Sharpay's cell. As you can see, I'm not here right now. So when you hear that ah-nnoying beep, leave your message. But don't feel bad if I can't get back to you. I'm REALLY busy."

Beep.

"Hey, Sharpay, it's Zeke. I don't really know where you are right now, but I just wanted to call and tell you how sorry I am. I really screwd things up between you and Troy. He told me all about it, and now I feel pretty stupid. If you want to know the truth Sharpay, I was really... jealous. Again, I'm really sorry. And I hope things are still cool between us. I'll see you at school. Alright, bye."

I sadly shut my Sidekick. So now he decides to apologize. Well, he was an entire summer vacation too late. And I was still mad.

I drew my knees up on the chair in the lobby of the airport and looked out the dramatic window next to me. Raindrops were racing down the glass, making me feel even lonlier. I clutched my Sidekick in one hand and ran my other hand through my wethair. Waiting for someone to show up and get me.

"Sharpay!" I heard a shout behind me. I dropped my legs from the chair and turned around. A sopping wet Troy Bolton was making his way towards me. I turned back around and quickly gathered my stuff, storming across the lobby.

"Sharpay, wait!" he called after me. I took a sharp turn past the first desks and onto the first escalator in sight. I stomped up the slowly moving stairs, Troy not to far behind. I picked up my pace, thanking the Shoe Gods for creating New Balance shoes that actually looked good.

I jumped up the last steps of the escalator about to burst into a full-on run, when he held my shoulder. I shook him away. "Just leave me alone." I growled, not really sure where I was going. I really just wanted to get away from him.

"No." he squeezed my shoulder. I stopped. "I... I can't leave you alone. Please, Sharpay, just listen. Let's sit down. Please?"

Troy placed a Caramel Frappuccino topped with whipped cream from Starbucks in front of me. Even though it was too cold outside to be drinking one, I put the green straw to my lips.

Troy sat across from me at the round table, his chin resting in his hands. "Sooo..." he started.

I glared at him. "You'd better hurry up because Ryan is going to be looking for me and..."

"Oh, it's all taken care of." Troy waved it away. "I told him I would pick you up." he said it simply like I wanted to drive for an hour with him. Just for the record, I didn't. He smiled at me, like it would excuse how he completely broke my heart.

I sighed and crossed my arms over the Aero on the front of my hoodie and slumped in my chair. "What do you want from me?" I asked annoyed. All of this... for me? Dumping me, then hunting me down in an airport like a stalker, all the way down to simply buying me a Frap?

"I want this," he pointed between us, "to happen." He said it as if he could speak things into existence. I rolled my eyes as he continued. "What I said at the beach... was shit, Sharpay. But you have to understand that friendships sort of come first for me."

"You're making it sound like I was the one that came crawling back to you, Troy. And you're a pretty observant person, so you probably know by now that I didn't." I felt my face become warm with anger. "Frankly, I don't care if you never talk to me again. You shoud know that too. Especially after I dunked you in the ocean." I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing.

"You caught me off guard." Troy proclaimed, defending himself. "If I had seen it ahead of time, you would've been going down with me. And I..."

"Just cut the crap," I ordered, standing up, gathering my bags, "and take me home." I began walking past the food courts and back down the escalator.

Totally regretting standing up. Because believe it or not, but I wanted Troy and me to happen too.

I waited at the entrance for Troy. He came down the escalator, looking defeated, and I regretted everything even more. "Troy?" I looked up at him.

"What?" he didn't look at me as he fished through his pockets for his car keys.

"Never mind." I shook my head and buried my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. "Should I come with you? Or is it like, illegal to park right outside of the entrance?"

"You've got to come with me." he smiled. I bet he just wanted me to get as wet as he was. We took off across the parking lot, as fast as the weight on my shoulders would take me. And to tell you the truth, I enjoyed every minute of it. Getting caught in the rain.

I slammed the door to his dad's black Range Rover. "Hey," Troy playfully pulled my hood over my head, covering my eyes. "Watch the leather interior. It dies from rain water." he started up the engine, bringing his arm around the back of my chair to look behind him and back out of the parking spot.

I pulled my hood off of my head and inwardly smiled. He knew how I felt back. I turned my head toward the window, watching the rain pound outside. I looked forward to see endless miles of highway stretched out in front of us. "So did you like the Hamptons?" I asked, attempting to strike up a conversation.

Troy nodded, coming to a stop at the first red light. Eight cars were in front of us. "Especially the swell." he added. "Surfing out there was insane."

"Oh, yeah... you surf." I smirked, glancing at his hands gripped on the wheel. "Does anyone else know? Or am I the only holder of your secret? Hmmm... I could use that..."

"If you're thinking of blackmailing me, then think again." Troy stepped on the gas, grinning as the light turned green.

And by the timewe pulled into my neighborhood, we were laughing and talking like that afternoon on the pier. Except the clouds were still spilling rain. I told Troy to pull into our six-car garage. He helped me bring my bags out of his trunk, immediately pulling me into his arms once the last bag dropped to the cement.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I... I'm sorry, Troy." I whispered. "I'm sorry about... everything."

Troy nervously nodded, being so close to me. He cleared his throat. "I-I... yeah. Me too. Even though it was all my fault... What?" he noticed the way I smiled up at him. "What?" he asked again.

I brought my hand around the back of his head, his wet hair wrapping around my fingers. "I'm just sorry, okay?" I laughed, pulling him down by the collar and covering his lips with mine. I gripped the fabric of his polo tighter as he tilted his head to the side, parting his lips. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, begging for access, andI happily accepted.

"Shar?" I heard my name behind us. I pulled away from Troy and Ryan came charging from the back door. "Sharpay!" he swept me into a hug, twirling me around. "What took so long? How's Ashlyn? I can't believe I actually missed it this summer! You looked like you had a great time, especially because of your even tan and... oh, hey, Troy." Ryan acknowledged Troy for a split second and returned to, "So anyways, it was really boring here, but I got that part as Fiyero at the local theater..." he glanced at Troy just in time to see him wipe my lip gloss off of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked back to me with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, but... did I interrupt something?" he had a small smile on his face.

"What?" Troy nervously laughed and shook his head. "N-no... I mean... no!"

I pressed my lips together as Troy backed up against his car. "I'll... talk to you later." he said before stumbling into his car. I gave a small wave as he backed out.

"You have a secret, don't you?" Ryan elbowed me.

I grinned and continued waving. "Ryan, you know the rules," I winked at him. "What happens in the Hamptons stays in the Hamptons."

THE END

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