Since I REFUSE to acknowledge the fact that April Fool's Day exists (After the whole 'Will you go out with me sometime... HA! APRIL FOOL'S!' incident, this holiday is DEAD TO ME!) I guess I can write about something else...

April 12th

8:45 PM

Some Manicured Off-Road

"You took a wrong turn twenty minutes ago, Bolton..."

"Maybe you should sit in the passenger's seat and I should drive..."

"I can't believe I got stuck riding with you..."

Troy's hands numbly gripped his steering wheel as Sharpay continued to insult him and his driving. He couldn't believe his luck either. While all of his friends were probably tucked away inside of a tiny little restaurant just outside of town, he was stuck with Sharpay in the middle of yet antother soft April thunderstorm. His tank was almost empty, there wasn't a gas station in sight, and they were about ready to run on fumes. He grumbled in frustration as Sharpay's hand reached for the radio dial and let some high-pitched, sugary pop song blare through his speakers. Troy winced at the girly lyrics, and quickly reached to shut off his music system. Sharpay's lips immediately formed around a gasp. "Hey! I was listening to that!"

Troy's sneaker mindlessly added pressure to the gas pedal out of anger. His eyes followed the swift movement of the windshield wipers, removing rain from the glass, but he wouldn't mind if they had crashed. If it would make Sharpay shut up...He had no idea why Ryan would choose that night, out of any other night to catch a cold. He had no idea why his conscience thundered down on him to give Sharpay a lift to the restaurant. He hated himself for being so considerate. Sharpay stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest at the silence. She wouldn't have been so upset if Troy would pull over and look at his directions, but his car had already picked up speed, and they were traveling down the blank road a little faster. Did he even know where they were going? "Shit..." she heard Troy mutter.

The car dramatically dropped speed. "What are you..." Sharpay glanced to Troy's side of the dashboard to see that the tank was far past empty. Her brown eyes widened in shock and she felt her stomach drop as the car came to a stop. All of Troy's weight was on the gas pedal. But the car never moved. Her breathing became shallow and she brought a hand to her heart. "Oh, God..." she whimpered. She inhaled sharply.

Troy attempted coaxing her. But it all happened to quickly. "Sharpay..." he started.

But her notorious, ear-shattering, glass-breaking, stomach-wrenching scream had already left her. Troy's hands instinctively found his ears as she continued to shriek in panic. Sharpay never got stranded. She refused to push Troy's stupid car. And a dark, tragic feeling set on her heart knowing that when her remains were found, she would have to share the obituary page with Troy Bolton. She would rather push the car than share the spotlight with such a jerk. This couldn't be happening. Not to her. She covered her own mouth with her hand and turned to her window, watching droplets of rain race down the glass. At least they got to escape.

April 12th

9:20 PM

That Same Unidentifiable Off-Road

Sharpay sighed as she nervously tapped her nails against the dashboard of the car. She glanced at Troy to see the neutral expression on his face and the boredom that had settled into his eyes, watching the brightness of his headlights splash across the road in front of them. It was a shame they weren't moving. "Ow!" Troy yelped when Sharpay harshly slapped his hand away from the radio dial. It didn't really hurt at all, but it was the only noise that could penetrate their quiet, nerve-wracking atmosphere. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You wouldn't let me listen to music, therefore, you can't either." she snapped, sliding down in her chair a little. But the silence was giving her a pounding headache. Troy gave her a look of unbelievability before responding.

"But it's my car!" Was the only thing he could spit out. It was hard to believe that Sharpay considered everything under her rule.

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "This is also your fault. Want to claim that one too?" she questioned sarcastically. And by the frustated look on Troy's face, she could tell that she had hit a very delicate nerve. She groaned and turned to her window, and Troy did the same. At that point, all they could do was wait.

April 12th

9:35 PM

You Guessed It

Sharpay unconsciously ran her thumbs over the buttons of her cell phone, willing her service to come back to life in the April shower. But her screen continued to display that she had no service. The steady sound of rain refilled the car, leaving the both of them exhausted and somewhat calm. But of course, Sharpay needed to stay alert, stay icy. She sat up in her seat a bit and turned to Troy, narrowing her eyes again. "What did I do to you to deserve this?" she asked innocently, but her same harsh tone mixed with her question.

Troy knew better than to actually answer her. He bit his lip and met her gaze. What did I do to deserve your bitchy attitude? He slowly shook his head before speaking up. "Wow." Was the only word that could fit their situation. That one word summed up exactly how he was feeling at that exact moment. He was sitting in his dead car with a bitch who hated him for some reason that was beyond him. The rain was only making him feel worse.

"What's that supposed to mean?" When she never recieved an answer... again, Sharpay felt every single emotion that was feel-able welling up inside of her, stopping just at the surface of her skin, waiting to be freed. And she really did let it go. "Dammit, Bolton!" she shouted, angrily gripping the door handle she pushed open the door, stepped out into the rain, and mercilessly slammed the door behind her, making the window rattle. The sky was as dark as the mood she was in, and she was instantly soaked by the storm.

Sharpay didn't know why she hadn't thought of that earlier instead of having to sit in a car with that guy for hours. The only consequences were that she had a ruined mini skirt and she was beginning to smell her green apple leave-in conditioner as her hair became slick from the rain. She instantly took off in no particular direction, even though night was continuing to fall. She could hear the wet noises of her feet squishing into her favorite heels, and almost regretted leaving the car. But no... she would have to sacrifice a lot to get away from Troy Bolton and his jerky ways. Sharpay hugged herself, hoping to save what she could of her denim jacket, and suddenly jumped as Troy's distant shouts echoed down the road. "Are you crazy?" he called. But Sharpay continued walking to the multiple beats of the rain against the street.

She didn't stop. She couldn't. Not even as the sound of his sneakers came closer. Not even as a hand tugged at her arm. She fought against his hold. "Let go!" The sharp pain of Sharpay's killer heel grinding into Troy's toe couldn't even keep him from dropping her arm. A question suddenly stumbled from his mouth, and he didn't realize that he had asked until it bounced between the two of them.

"Why do you hate me?" Sharpay could barely hear him ask through the rain.

Sharpay even surprised herself when an answer came from her without hesitation."Why do you have to be so nice, Troy? Screw the restaurant. Screw Gabriella!" she shrieked, noticing Troy take a step back. "Why do you have to be so nice to me? How come I can be such a... an... Ice Queen, and you continue to be... you?" she finally tore her arm out of his grasp and let her question soak in. It was almost as if the pent-up tension inside had been drained out of her to mix in with the slender streams of rain leading to somewhere. Or nowhere. She caught her breath and took the time to examine the brown hair that framed Troy's face and the blue eyes that seemed to stand out in the dead of night, in the midst of everything. Her voice came to a hush just as thunder gently rolled. "Why?"

Honestly, Troy had no idea. He could have opened his mouth and let any piece of crap come out, but for once, he had no clue what to say next. Drops of rain splashed against tar. Goosebumps sprang. Thunder growled over the night. Spring hid just around the corner. And two artificial lights caught a hostile blonde and her enemy closing the space between them from hate, curiosity, and this incredibly weird gravitational pull...

"Oh, gosh... I hate you..." Sharpay snarled before he caught her lips in a kiss and experienced what rain truly tasted like. As for Troy, a little relief of his own was drained as she wrapped her hands around his neck. A little weight that had consciously been on his shoulders was shed when his arms snaked around her hip. This felt right, even in their slippery state. She suddenly jumped away from Troy, feeling her hip vibrate, and she used her pruned hands as a shelter to protect the screen of her cell phone from the rain. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to Troy once more seeing an extra feeling in his eyes. "Hello?"

The rest of this plot is left up to you, basically. REVIEW!