I hate vanishing off of the face of the earth like this. My friend's been totally stressing over the fact that some guys video taping our morning announcements (She wants to be a journalist) zoomed in on her boobs, showing the entire student body her cleavage instead of her face, (She WAS wearing a scoop neck) and now everyone's making these really RUDE jokes about how she's got "epic cleavage", and her boyfriend's not doing a thing about it, which makes me just as angry. But whatever. Not your drama.

Besides THANK YOU for all of your reviews! You guys are completely awesome and seem to still love me, even after jumping into a hole for almost a month. Take a bow!

WARNING: Fluff. I seriously don't want a review even IMPLYING that my story seemed to 'unrealistic' or too... whatever... I can't think of any other words to use. Saying that it's 'overdone', well, that's okay. Because A Dawn Delivery told me that about one of my other stories. And he/she rocks. So that's okay. So once again, I tell you now. Fluff. Repeat, FLUFF.

February 14th

3:42 PM

East High Hallway

Sharpay always had to be the humble loser. She had to keep her mouth shut when Gabriella squeezed the pink teddy bear Ryan had bought for her, she had to clench her fists as Taylor stressed about getting pimples from all of the chocolate she received from Chad, and she had to keep herself from screaming whenever Kelsi lost focus and let her eyes fall on the charm bracelet that Jason had purchased for her. She was the good sport wearing heart-shaped earrings and a bright pink long sleeve that read 'Be Mine', and somehow, Troy's head was up in the clouds, completely oblivious to his Valentine-less girlfriend. Valentine's Day was supposed to be a day of love. Of laughter, and blushing, and flat-out giddiness. But Sharpay was as bitter as the packet of dark chocolate M&M's that she had crushed with the wedge of her heel by her locker.

A mass of red and pink students were dispersed across campus, some already peeling out of the parking lot, ready to enjoy the evening. She was found absorbing the fact that her entire night was free. All of her friends had 'romantic, expensive dinners' planned, or something else that was horribly cute. And as she watched Troy slide a few books into his backpack, she couldn't help but to wonder if anyone could really be so oblivious. "Do you remember what today is?" she asked as calmly as someone with a sweetheart, but no plans for Valentine's Day could ask.

Troy shrugged as he took her hand, escorting her through the emptying hallways. "Yeah... isn't it Valentine's Day?" he gave her a pathetic look of disgust. "It's so over-rated." he explained as they crossed the parking lot. But it was so over-rated, that he didn't even bother to put the tiniest effort into it? Sharpay wanted a teddy bear from Wal-Mart. She wanted a cheap bracelet she could call her own. She wanted pimple-producing chocolate! Anything to make the rest of the day meaningful... She didn't push the subject anymore. She just gave one exasperated sigh as she dumped her backpack into the back seat of her tiny little Benz before she was whirled around and pulled into Troy's arms. "Happy Valentine's Day," he teased, "my little cherub..." she rolled her eyes as she pushed away from him and slipped into her car.

She was giving him approximately 365 days to make up for this.

February 14th

5:56 PM

Sharpay's Bedroom

The thick smell of adrenaline, excitement, and a lot of Tag had drifted across the hallway and had slithered under Sharpay's bedroom door. She hated that she could hear Ryan's singing coming form his bathroom as he prepared for the evening. She hated it so much, that jumping off of her bed and barging into her brother's room just to scream at him was almost an instinct. "Do you mind?" she snapped, "I'm trying to wallow in my misery just across the hall, and your sunny disposition is making that pretty difficult!" But the humming never stopped. "Ryan!" she screamed at his reflection in his mirror. She finally caught his attention, and her brother simply pointed to his bed.

"I had to wait until you were set into a rare state of insanity before I gave that to you." he explained as he scanned over the collection of hats displayed in his closet. "Don't ask me, I have no clue." He shrugged.

Goosebumps flared over Sharpay's arms as she held the small, flat red velvet box in her hands that had once been set on Ryan's bed. It was surprisingly light, which added to Sharpay's curiosity. "What is it?" she asked, letting her fingers run over the crack in the box. She lifted its top and let it fall to the ground. Inside, a neon pink Post-It note with familiar crappy handwriting was adhered to the bottom of the box. (A/N: I'm serious. If you don't like fluff, press the backspace button, NOW!) "Is this from Troy?" her interrogating question went soft as she read the message:

Do me a favor. Get in your car, NOW.

You have a sudden craving for a mocha frappucino at Starbuck's.

You have the sudden urge to sit at the booth by the window.

You really, really want to crawl under the table to see if you can find anything...

February 14th

6:12 PM

Starbuck's Coffee, The Booth By the Window

"This is stupid..." Sharpay muttered as her palm smoothed over the bottom side of the table. She could have convinced herself that Troy's entire objective was corny, but it still brought a smile to her lips. She knew that Troy chose her destination as the booth by the window because that was the first place they had ever come to realize that the other wasn't entirely too bad. The night had ended in their first kiss, and the rest was pretty much history. And even though that had been almost a year before, and the bottom side of the table was dotted with neglected pieces of gum and other unidentifiable things, the comfy velvet seats and the view the window held still held their essence of passion. Maybe it wasn't so stupid after all.

Sharpay's fingers plucked yet another Post-It note from under the table:

Who said you're allowed to sit down?

Ditch the coffee.

You have the sudden urge to buy me a card.

Look for me in aisle two...

February 14th

6:32 PM

Hallmark Store, Aisle Two

Sharpay took in the strong scent of various candles that lined shelves. From something as odd as Christmasberry to the familiar smell of vanilla everything, Sharpay had lit them all. But she was still stuck on the question of why she was there, in Hallmark, in aisle two. Cards were displayed in the very front of the store. Or maybe it was so the rose that was resting on a dusty, empty shelf would be noticed...

Another Post-It note was haphazardly taped along the stem:

What are you waiting for?

It's getting dark!

You have a feeling that you left your Calculus text book in your locker...

February 14th

6:50 PM

East High, locker 6329

The sound of Sharpay's heels clapping against the floors echoed through East High's hallways. She wondered how she had made a complete circle, finishing right where she had started, with a broken heart and a stubborn boyfriend. But right then, she couldn't have been any more ecstatic about the adorable scavenger hunt Troy had sent her on. She leafed through the pages of her neglected Calculus book, letting red glitter fall from its pages and to the ground, giving the floor the color that it needed. A Post-It note caught her eye:

You know, there's a great view from up here...

Want to share it with me?

Sharpay knew where he was referring to.

February 14th

6:59 PM

Troy's Secret Place

As Sharpay reached the top of the stairs to the roof of the school, she suddenly felt two hands cover her eyes. "Troy... what...?" he silenced her, bringing her further into the room. She covered his hands with her as he brought her to the center of the room, finally revealing himself and what he had worked so hard on.

Candles dotted the balcony of the school, bringing Troy's oasis to life. She smiled, letting her Calculus book crash to the ground. "What is this?" she put her hands on her hips, hoping her cold front would disguise how completely and utterly in love she really was. "And what about Valentine's Day being so 'over-rated'?" she questioned.

"And that, Sharpay, was exactly how I beat you for the leading role on Twinkle Towne." he taunted. Sharpay wanted more than anything else to close the space between them as he pulled her to the railing of the balcony, over looking the school's front lawn and the curtain of stars. They fell silent again, Sharpay pulled to Troy's chest and the night falling still. "I got you something." Troy's tiny whisper broke their great silence. He pulled a red velvet box, one similar to the one she had recieved earlier but smaller, out of his back pocket and placed it in her palm.

She gave him a puzzled look when she saw that the box was empty. And with that, his lips drew to hers. Without even touching her, Troy was already short on breath. Her glossed lips pressed against his in a kiss that almost made her knees give out from under her, in a kiss that made him forget that he never had to use the words, 'Happy Valentine's Day' to get her to love him.

There! I TOLD you, FLUFF! Leave a review! March comes after February!

Oh, yeah, and about the first chapter... NO, my mind was not littered! Trust me, I would have made it clear that Troy and Sharpay made love if I had really wanted to. BUT I DIDN'T BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T!