Hi, thanks for the reviews! I love them. And guess what? My exam today got cancelled, I mean seriously, can you do that? That's so weird! Now I'm going to have it on the 22nd instead! Urgh, anyway, I have my history exam tomorrow, so I hope that one goes well.
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Queen Chica's Spell
Chapter 7.
Old Feelings and Confessions.
"Okay, so really," Troy said, looking at Sharpay, "You can't go into the shower again with the team today, Sharpay. That's plain wrong. You have to make an excuse and slip out of there."
"Why?" Sharpay asked, stopping in her tracks, in front of Troy's locker. It was the next day at school, and Troy was trying to convince her not to shower with his team. However, she didn't really like that idea very much. She had so much fun the last time, "You know it'll look weird if you don't shower. They'll think you've turned gay or something."
"And they wont think that when they see me looking like crazy at their six-packs!?" Troy whined, shooting her the killer-look that he'd now really gotten to know how to use.
"But Troy!" Sharpay said, "Seriously, isn't it alright for me to have a little fun now that we're stuck like this? Seriously, did I not let you fill my body up when we took a shower!?"
"So?" Troy questioned, "That's a totally different situation."
"How's it different?" Sharpay asked, crossing her arms.
"Because…" Troy trailed off, not wanting to tell her exactly why, "It just is, okay?"
"Why?" Sharpay asked again.
"I can't tell you."
"What do you expect me to do, Troy!?" Sharpay argued, "You demand for me to do something, and you wont even tell me why! If there's the tiniest chance that I'm not gonna do it, then I need an explanation!"
"I can't fucking tell you, Sharpay!" Troy yelled, causing everybody in the hall to look at them, "Got it? Get it into your tiny little, drama-freak brain! I can't tell you!"
"Shut the hell up, Troy, like you're a tiny bit better yourself! You think everybody wants to be your friends, but you're just a jock, okay? And you'll never make it in basketball. You don't have any fucking talent!"
"Uhm, guys?" Taylor chipped in, approaching them.
"What!?" They both exclaimed, looking at her.
"Why are you calling the other your own name?"
Troy and Sharpay quickly looked at each other, and then Sharpay turned around and flashed Taylor a smile, "Role-play. We're developing our theatrical abilities."
"Okay…" Taylor trailed off, not really knowing what to say to that.
"You!" Troy said, grabbing Sharpay's wrist, "I need to speak with you in private!" he dragged her towards the auditorium, and walked in there, shutting the door close behind them, "Sharpay, listen…" he said, "You can't, you just can't shower with the guys again."
"Why not?" Sharpay asked, a little scared of the way his voice was almost begging her now. He'd been angry before, but now he was really begging her not to do this. He might as well have been down on his knees, and she'd never seen him like that before. It was pretty intimidating.
"I can't tell you." Troy said.
"Well then," Sharpay said, "I really don't know what to say to you. I'm trying to act like you, and I'm even letting you do all the weird stuff you so badly wants to do." She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't want to raise suspicion, Troy. This is the way it's gonna be."
"If you do that, I'm gonna – I'm gonna…"
"You're gonna what, Troy?" Sharpay asked, crossing her arms.
"I'm gonna pierce your navel!"
She lost her jaw, and drew in a short breath, trying to think of a comeback, "Well, if you do that, then… I'm gonna make Taylor kick you so hard in the nuts, that you'll be sterile!"
"You're on!" Troy just said, going for the door.
Sharpay watched him leave, tempting on whether or not he would actually do it. She came to the fact, that maybe he wouldn't, but decided to run after him anyway, "No! I didn't mean it! Troy, please don't pierce my navel!"
He turned around and shot her a look, "Stay away from me! You can go to my house, after all, me staying so much as your house will raise suspicion, and you don't want that!"
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Sharpay silently looked around Troy's room, not really knowing what to do with her time. His mother was downstairs, making cookies, and had she been herself, she would have joined her, but really… wasn't that to raise suspicion too? She didn't really see Troy as the baking-kinda-guy, not like Zeke.
She slowly stood up and approached his shelf to find a CD to listen to. She went through them all, but there wasn't really anything she'd like to hear. He didn't even have any Broadway! How did he survive!? She made a decision though, and picked out some ´Frickin' A´. She could always listen to that, it wasn't too bad.
She plopped the CD into the in CD player and turned it on. She hit the volume button, and soon the room was filled with music. She sat down by Troy's laptop and turned it on, wanting to have some fun. If Troy was already logged on, she could easily talk to Chad or someone else.
Today was her lucky day. The instant she turned the laptop on, she was logged into Troy's account. It didn't take many seconds for Chad to IM her. They chatted for awhile about basketball, and Chad wanted to know how the fight with the Ice Queen had ended, which she aced her way out of, because she didn't really feel like, making him ask questions about their relationship. Then when she'd done that for awhile, she logged off, and turned on the TV instead.
She watched some lame TV-show for awhile, and turned to look at the clock. It was already 5:30. She didn't really like it. She couldn't let herself relax. Troy had been alone with her body since school was out, and now she really needed to see if it was okay. She stood up, packed an overnight bag, and decided to head to her house.
She made her way downstairs, and into the cosy little kitchen, where Mrs. Bolton was taking her chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. Sharpay shot her a huge smile, and cleared her throat.
Mrs. Bolton turned around, startled, but got a smile on her face, by the sight of her son, "Oh hi Troy!" she said, eyeing the bag in Sharpay's hand, "Where are you going?"
"To Sharpay's house." Sharpay replied.
"Oh," Mrs. Bolton paused, "Is there something you want to tell me, Troy?"
Sharpay crooked and eyebrow, "What do you mean, mom?"
"Is there something going on between you and Sharpay? Are you going out? Have you found yourself a little girlfriend?"
Before Sharpay could even think of her actions, she burst out laughing. She couldn't really stop herself. God, that was so funny. Why would Troy's mom think that? "Why do you say that, mom?"
"Well…" Mrs. Bolton trailed off, shooting her a weird look, "I just got the impression, that maybe…" she paused, "I was probably imagining stuff, Troy! You have fun. Take some cookies with you, and give to Sharpay, okay?"
"Okay, mom." Sharpay smiled, taking the cookies Troy's mom handed her. She gave her a huge warm hug, and she could tell Mrs. Bolton was a bit surprised. She probably wasn't used to her son hugging her. Sharpay waved goodbye and started the walk towards her house.
She was jealous at Troy. He had the most awesome parents. There was a catch of being so rich, as the Evans' family was – the parents were never home. Sharpay hated that she never got to hug her mom or dad. Not even when she was younger. And Troy had all that. And his mom made cookies on a regular afternoon to give to him and his friends.
It didn't take her very long to reach her house, and for once, her mother's car was actually in the driveway. She didn't really want to face her though, in Troy's body, so she went around the back, to climb the tree outside the house, and then jump onto her balcony. She swung the overnight bag over her shoulder, and climbed up the tree. It was very easy, and she always snuck out that way when there was something she wanted to do, but wasn't allowed to.
It didn't take many minutes before she was standing on her balcony. She took a quick breather, and then tried to look into her room, without Troy seeing her. She saw him on her bed, looking through a scrapbook of hers. There's pictures of her Taylor and Gabriella in it. They made three of them together just a few weeks ago, so they'd always have stuff to remember. She saw him laugh, and thought to herself, that maybe he wasn't that bad.
She softly knocked on the glass door, and Troy looked up the minute he heard her. He looked a bit surprised to see her there, but he got up from the bed nonetheless and opened the door to let her come in. She walked pass him and threw the bag on the floor. She turned to face Troy, who was closing the door. He looked at her too, and awkwardly placed his hands in front of his stomach.
"Look," Sharpay said, walking closer, "I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I shouldn't be showering with them, it's wrong on so many levels, and… I don't want to fight with you, Troy. We need to stay friends so we can figure this out, please?"
"You're right." Troy agreed, "And I'm glad you agree on that whole shower thing. I want us to stay friends. Do we hug it up?"
"Yes!" Sharpay said, and jumped into his open arms. He let his hands wander up and down her back some time, to make sure she knew that he actually did care. They hugged each other and pulled away, with smiles on their faces.
"Your mom made cookies!" Sharpay said, handing him one, "But don't eat too many! It's my body."
"Yeah, okay." Troy said, taking a bite of one of them, "So, what do you suggest we do with this whole thingy? We need to figure out how to get switched back. Do you have any oh so brilliant ideas?"
Sharpay squeezed her eyebrows together, a thoughtful look in her eyes, "Hmm, when we don't know what caused this, we can't figure out how to get switched back, so our main concern is finding out why we ended up like this, and what caused it? It obviously didn't happen to the other guys. They act completely normal. So, what makes the two of us different from our friends?"
"Uhm we're way hotter. The both of us." Troy said, half serious, half joking.
"You don't need to tell me Troy, I know, but I still need you to be serious."
"Okay. I guess… You're blonde, Taylor and Gabriella are not, but I'm not the only blonde guy, Ryan's blonde too." Troy said, trailing off, "Uhm, I don't know! Oh, yes I do! We're not dating! The others are dating."
"I think you're on to something." Sharpay replied, sitting down on her bed, "But… Why do we get like this because we aren't dating. Do you think the others found some weird spell to make us like this, because they want us to get together?"
"Or else…" Troy said, "Is it because we're arguing all the time? We're never really friendly, and maybe the others found a spell, or some weird drink, to do this to us, so we can act nicer to each other?"
"Could be." Sharpay replied, "It's just so hard to believe. I mean, I don't believe in this kind of stuff. It's still so unreal, that some sort of, I dunno what, has done this to us. I just find it a little hard to believe that they'd do this to us on purpose. Maybe it was an accident, maybe something ended in our drink by accident."
Troy groaned and fell backwards on the bed, where his head rested a few inch behind where Sharpay was sitting. She sighed and fell back too, resting her head close to his.
She reached out and placed a finger on his cheek, "It's weird," she whispered, "It's my own face. I never really noticed how I looked before. Not until I could see it like this."
"You're beautiful." Troy replied, "I've always thought so. You have the most amazing brown eyes, and they can hold so much emotion, you wouldn't know. Sometimes, when I lock eyes with you, I get this weird feeling because, either your eyes are sad, or angry or full of love, you always look perfect. And your eyes are never dead, they're always alive."
"Wow," Sharpay replied, "I never thought I'd hear that from you. But thank you, and I love your eyes too. But mostly your smile. You have a cute smile."
"You think so?" Troy asked, "It's charming on the ladies."
"Tell me about it." Sharpay said, sounding annoyed, "I never really noticed how many girls who came up to you on one day to hit on you and ask you out. No wonder you get annoyed. There were like, 10 just today."
"Yeah, it's annoying me too." Troy replied, sadly, "Because the one girl that I like, she never comes up to me, and start flirting with me. She's one of the few who doesn't."
"Remember when I used to do that!?" Sharpay chuckled, "I was all, ´Hi Troy, I missed you during vacation´, and ´Promise to come watch me in the musical. Promise?´, and then let's not forget ´Tootles´." She chuckled again, "I was annoying, wasn't I?"
Troy paused, and locked eyes with her, not really answering. He drew in a breath and shot her a smile, "You weren't that bad, Sharpay." He said, regret in his voice, "Not like all the others. Just ask Chad, I remember telling him I thought you were cute, and then he was all like ´So is a mountain lion, but you don't pet it´."
Sharpay laughed, "Really? So you liked me too? That's weird, we never got around to go out then. Think about how different our friendship could have been now."
"Yeah," Troy said, trailing off, "I'm sure it would have been great though."
Sharpay chuckled, "But it's nice we're over that time now, and are friends, right? All those feelings gone."
"Yeah," Troy paused, looking at her, as she closed her eyes to rest them, "Yeah, it's great."
Okay, so now it's time to leave me yet another review, deal? You know how I told you before that I crave them? I survive on them instead of food, actually. It's quite frightening, but they taste good, and I'm never hungry.
Tootles, Stessa ;p