A/N: Hey people! Thanks for the awesome reviews! I got eight reviews for my first chapter! Wow! Thanks to my reviewers, lil-mo-jo, Iluvehsm, lol925, TheFlash017, Ann-Krol, laguanabeachfreak442, ishjussmee, and x3IWish. Thank you guys for reviewing!

lil-mo-jo - LOL. I think that would make a great story! But this is a Ryella so I can't break them up!

lol925 - Why aren't you a big Ryella fan? Thanks for the nice compliments! I'm pretty sure you'll win a gold medal this time! LOL

Ann-Krol - Thanks! I'm glad you enjoy it! You should read more HSM fics! I read them all the time and some of these writers are really awesome! They keep me entertained all throughout the whole story! And maybe you should start the first Portuguese HSM fic! And maybe some of our other Brazilian fans would read it!

laguanabeachfreak442 - I know! Gross! Thanks! It might be as good as my first one, but I'm not sure though! It could go either way.

x3IWish - I know! It's an awesome song! It's so romantic!

Anyway, here's the next chapter, I hope you guys like it!

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Something Has Changed

Chapter 2: You Have Got To Be Kidding Me

The Evans' household consisted of five people. Richard Evans, Summer Evans, Sharpay Evans, Ryan Evans, and Tyrell Evans. Tyrell is Sharpay and Ryan's little brother, and Richard and Summer are their parents.

Everyone in the mansion is asleep (A/N: Just pretend the Evans' are filthy rich). Except for Sharpay and Ryan. It was about eleven o'clock, and they were in the loft talking while watching television. But the TV was muted. They were somewhat bonding.

"Hey Ry, I got a text-message from Gabby a few minutes ago."

"What'd it say?"

"It said that she and Troy are in the hospital. Troy was playing basketball and some guy from West knocked him to the ground headfirst and then landed on his leg, so now Troy's unconscious and has a broken leg." Sharpay told Ryan.

"Ouch. What else did she say?"

"She said that Troy can't be in the musical on Saturday. So you have to fill in for him. Great. So you get to be in the musical but I don't."

"Um… I don't think you'd want to be in the musical too Shar."

"Why not?"

"The last scene?"

"What about the last scene?" Sharpay said. Then she thought about it and then she realizes what Ryan was saying.

"Oh, right. The last time we had to do that was in fourth grade. And it was not a pretty sight."

"Oh, yeah. I remember."

"So anyway, you practiced the script and the songs right?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Then they sat in silence for a while. Then Sharpay just realized something important. "Do you realize that you'll be kissing Gabriella in the last scene?"

"Yeah? Is this going anywhere?"

"What I'm saying is, you'll be kissing Troy Bolton's future girlfriend. Don't you realize that?"

"I do. But so what? I'm just gonna be acting. It's not like I actually mean it or anything. And they're not together so why should I worry?"

"Because Troy really likes her and what if he doesn't take it as 'just acting'?"

"Well, that's his problem."

Sharpay just sighs. "Okay. But if he comes after you and beats you up, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Whatever." Ryan answers and tries to change the subject. "Hey Shar, you're a girl right?"

"Gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious." Sharpay answered sarcastically.

"Well, you know I haven't asked a girl out since last year right?"

"Yeah. What, so now you want me to help you and give you some pointers on how to ask a girl out or something?"

"Exactly!" Ryan said excitedly. "Can you help me? Please? I'm desperate! I even asked the basketball team for advice!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Rewind! You asked the basketball team for advice?" Sharpay asked and Ryan nodded. "Since when do you hang out with the basketball team?"

"Since Troy and I became friends. They said I was good. Good enough that I got offered a spot for next year."

"And what did you say?" Sharpay said while crossing her arms.

"I turned them down because I don't know if I can manage basketball, performing, my grades, my social life, and family/friends all together. Well, anyway, back to my problem. Can you please help me?" Ryan asked desperately. "PLEASE!"

Sharpay crossed her arms. But caved when she saw her brother's pleading puppy-dog face. She sighs. "Okay, fine. But just until I get her to get with you."

"Okay, deal." Then Ryan spits on his right hand and holds it out for Sharpay to shake, expecting her to shake it.

"Um… gross." Sharpay said and backed away.

"My bad." Ryan apologizes, wiping the spit on his dress pants. "I forgot girls don't do that. So when do we start?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe tomorrow. Starting with your outfit." Sharpay said looking at Ryan up and down.

"I thought you liked my outfit." Ryan said.

"I do. But that outfit is for performing. The dress pants? The sparkly button up shirt? The funny hat? Definitely for performing. We have to dress you up like a regular guy. Like Troy Bolton for instance."

"But-" Ryan started but Sharpay cut him off.

"No, buts." Sharpay said. Ryan sighed. They continued talking about how Ryan should dress, how he should talk around girls, and how he should act around girls.

"Okay, I think that's enough advice for one night." Ryan said.

"Yeah, I'm gonna hit the hay. But before I do. Who's the girl that you like anyway?" Sharpay asked and Ryan leaned in and whispered in her ear and told her the girl's name. When Sharpay heard it, she froze in shock.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Sharpay said in a very loud shouting voice. So Ryan covered his sister's mouth. "SSSHHH! Not so loud!" Then he let go of Sharpay's mouth.

"Since when?" Sharpay asked.

"I don't know. I just do. I don't know when I started to like her."

"Well, in that case, we're gonna have to work a little harder then, won't we?"

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So that was the second chapter! Sorry if that was so short! But I don't know what else they would talk about!

Coming up next chapter: It's shopping time!