So as suggested by Sharpay, I think I'm going to go with her idea of posting more than one idea that I have for June.

I think.

Not really sure yet.

But thanks for the reviews! Seriously, they make me smileeeee.

Bam.

June 8th, 2007

4:22 PM

East High Auditorium

The profound, looming, slam of the double doors of the auditorium sounded next, and those last statements wormed their way into his ears, pounded themselves into his mind...

"What the hell are you saying, Troy?"

"I don't know! It's just... we're graduating. Graduating!"

"Are... are you...? Oh, gosh, no... you're... you're..."

"I am so sorry..."

"I can't believe it... you're breaking up with me, because we'll be a few miles apart."

"More like 1,090 miles."

"Well... then... I... I guess it's over then."

"Wait, no..."

"Have a great life, Troy."

"Sharpay!"

Those were their final words to the other. They were prominent. Heart-shattering. But they were words nonetheless, meaning that they wouldn't do damage unless they allowed them to. So Troy sucked it up. Dated other people. Moved on. And though Sharpay let tears fall occasionally, she would never let him know the heartache he had caused.

Memories were erased. Time was forwarded only a year...

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June 17th, 2008

1:14 PM

Sunset Beach, Orange County, California

Troy shielded his eyes from the blossomed California sun, in hopes of getting a better sight of the young lady riding the ocean's latest break. She looked as beautiful, as graceful as ever, almost as one with the glassy wave that she danced over. Usually, it was Troy that was the one to coax Raegan into California's swell, but the particular afternoon, it was the other way around.

Raegan was the one that influenced him to use terms such as 'stoked'. Or 'in the soup'. Raegan was the one that had taught him to surf. Raegan was the one that went wherever life, or the rip tide dragged her. Raegan was Troy's girlfriend, and he knew, from somewhere deep in his core, that Raegan was the one, and nothing was ever going to change that.

Not even the blonde girl that made him do a double take as she walked past his beach towel.

Was it the tanned legs that extended from her bikini? Was it the pair of eyes hidden behind sunglasses? Or maybe it was just the general vibe that radiated off of her that made Troy linger on her just a little longer as she fell back into a beach chair. And his core that was once turned toward his girlfriend was suddenly split between indulging in the anonymous hot body stationed a few yards away from him or running towards Raegan in a wet, salty hug.

But just to be safe, he smiled brightly as she emerged from the ocean, ditching her surfboard by their towel. Raegan crashed next to Troy, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, the overwhelming magic of the ocean still swimming in her sea green eyes. "You moron." she managed to get out between breaths. "That was the best surf I have ever had. And you missed it."

"I'd much rather sit here and watch you." he gave her his famous boyish grin before they indulged in each other, under the beating sun, by the grinding waves of the ocean...

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June 17th, 2008

1:18 PM

Sunset Beach, Orange County, California

Sharpay lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her nose and cringed at the sight before her. A couple's mouths twisted around each other, soft caresses, beautiful scenery, exploding hearts...

But just a bitter reminder of how unloved she was.

Though Sharpay thought of how sick and disturbing it was of her to sit and watch them eat each other's faces, there was something about the chestnut-haired boy that stopped Sharpay from drawing her eyes away from him. Was it the rather familiar smile that was pressed against his girlfriend's lips? Was it the pair of blue eyes that were suddenly steered in Sharpay's direction? Or maybe it was his overall disposition that made Sharpay examine him tightly. He looked familiar. So familiar...

And at this point the guy that was kissing down his girlfriend's neck had realized the familiarity between the two of them as well. He looked to Sharpay, the bewilderment and surprise beating down the sun in his eyes. Quietly, to himself, her name carved around his lips enough for her to see... "Sharpay."

Her pounding heart and the roaring of the ocean merged as one, trickling into her ears. She only knew one person that said her name like that. For some reason...

She knew that she was staring into the eyes of her theater rival, her high school sweetheart, her ex-boyfriend, her best friend. Troy Bolton.

Fear and instinct took over at the sight of such a familiar face. Before she could stop herself, before she could register the actions taking place within her body, Sharpay stood up, snatched up her beach towel.

And she ran.

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June 17th, 2008

11:20 PM

Sunset Beach, Raegan's Beach House

Constantly, painfully, he struck is forehead against the window of the living room. Just in the corner of his eye, waves softly rolled into the sand, but it was somehow less appealing as the thought, the very person that had always been in the back of his mind took center stage.

He had seen Sharpay Evans that afternoon.

And there was no trying to deny that she looked great.

In fact, she looked incredibly amazing.

Troy had always hoped that he would be able to return to Albuquerque for his high school ten year reunion and have a wedding ring and a wife to show off, but now... now...

"So what was wrong in the afternoon?" Troy suddenly felt two arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him further into the room, away from the window. Secretly, privately, she whispered some words into his ear that drove him to thread his hands through her dark hair, removing thoughts of distant memories of the past away from his conscience. Their lips met, and as always, a pair of inhibitions had been cast out into the ocean.

And suddenly, one word left his lips that he had absolutely no control over. It came as a surprise. It came as an instinct. "Sharpay." he groaned. He heard his own words replay in his mind. But it was too late. His word had already left his mouth and echoed into Raegan's.

They quickly drew away from each other, question playing across Raegan's face.

"Raegan... please." Panic rose and choked Troy. "Let me explain..."

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June 17th, 2008

11:25 PM

Sunset Beach shore

Sharpay's toes found home in the damp sand at the ocean's shore. Before her, the waves of the ocean came soft at her feet and she finally let the weight of that fateful afternoon sink in. She sighed, burying her beautiful face into her knees, envying the anonymous people in the beach houses behind her that were all concerned with things that weren't as dramatic. Or freaky.

She had seen Troy Bolton that afternoon.

And like always, he looked amazing.

Weak-in-the-knees amazing.

The worst part about the situation was that Sharpay could leave Sunset Beach, leave California, leave the United States, but that same picture of surprise and slight happiness that was on his face was seared to her conscience.

All in all, Troy Bolton was back in her life, whether she liked it or not...

The shattering squeal of an old door flying open behind her tore Sharpay out of her thoughts. Screaming and yelling ensued next, and it was only human of Sharpay to turn around and witness the unfolding drama.

"Who's Sharpay, Troy? Huh? Have you been cheating on me?"

At the sound of his name, and even hers, Sharpay's eyes widened. She fought to see the shadowed figures on the porch of the beach house.

"Raegan, you won't even give me the chance to explain..."

"I can't believe you! Why... how could you do this to me?"

"Raegan..." Desperation, frustration sounded in his voice as he was pushed closer to the porch steps. A few articles of clothing were suddenly tossed into the air, scattered across the sand. "Wait!"

"I hate you, Troy Bolton, I really do. It's done, we're over!"

A profound, looming slam cam next. Then painful silence.

With that, Sharpay knew that the entire scene wasn't a day dream. It was in fact proved to be reality when Troy stumbled into the moonlight, a bundle of his sandy clothes tucked under his arm. Sharpay scrambled to her feet in alarm. Her voice came quiet. "Are... are you okay?"

"What?" Though Troy was stationed yards away from Sharpay, she could still sense every emotion that coursed through him. She knew those emotions well. She too, had had her heart broken before. "I... I just broke the heart of the best thing that has happened to me by... by calling her Sharpay! And you're asking me if... I'm okay? No! No! I'm not okay!"

Even Sharpay was taken aback by Troy's explosion. She watched as he crumpled to the sand, covering his face with his hands. Something she couldn't explain, some imaginary force drew her to him, and even up close he still looked as vulnerable as ever. She crouched at his side, softly toying with his brown hair. "What are you doing here, Sharpay?" he sighed into his hands.

"Escaping from reality. You?"

"Trying to start over."

"Then let's start over."

Troy looked back up to Sharpay, the moonlight suspended in his blue eyes. "What?"

Sharpay smiled warmly, flooding Troy with those distant memories he had tried so hard to get rid of. It was then that he realized that Sharpay was there. And she always had been, whether he was back in Albuquerque or being a coward in California. "We're going to go back in time. Back to high school where things were new. Right now."

"Huh?"

Sharpay giggled and extended a hand to Troy. "Hi. I'm Sharpay Evans. What's your name?"

An indescribable excitement, that same extreme that he felt when he hopped on a surfboard and suddenly found himself gazing into the beauty of a glassy wave, started at his new core, and spread to every fiber of his being. Finally, he was starting over. Finally, he was complete.

He grasped her hand tightly and smiled. "Troy. My name's Troy Bolton..."

Aw.

Now.

After this, I really think I'm going to post another idea for June. But, just for now, do you know how frigging awesome you would be if you left me a review?