"Ryan!" shouted Sharpay Evans, "Ryan, where's my lipstick?"
"How should I know?" his voice floated from the room across the hall.
"You might have taken it!"
"Why would I have taken it?"
"I don't know what you do in your free time!"
"Why do you need it, anyway? We planned on eating pizza all night and watching those movies I rented, remember?"
"Well, Zeke got us tickets to see Emeril Lagasse, LIVE, so I'm going with him."
"But… but… you promised!" stuttered Ryan. The doorbell rang.
"That's him! Buh-bye!" She blew him a kiss and opened the door.
"But I already ordered the pizza!" He yelled and chased her to the door. Her only response was a wave of her hand and a door slammed in Ryan's face. Ryan plopped down on his couch. I'm alone, he thought, again…