Is It Worth Saving Me? Chapter 3: Bringing It Back, a high school musical fanfic

Chapter 3: Bringing It Back

The next day, Troy's internal alarm clock woke him up perfectly at 5:30 for school. He slid his arm from around Sharpay and put his pillow beside her. He put his clothes on and got ready. When he was putting his shoes on he heard a knock on his door. Sharpay was standing in his doorway wearing a green polo shirt, jeans, her pink sneakers, her hair in a pony tail with a ribbon. "Come on, we're going to be late." She said. "No, I'm going to be late." Troy corrected her, trying not to stare at her, even though, it tested him. "What?" Sharpay said. "You can't go to school, my mom said you weren't going today, you aren't ready, and there's no way you can say that you got that dancing." He said, gesturing to her cut, "And, how are you going to explain where Ryan is, and when Darbus calls your house and your dad answers the phone, and tells them he skipped town, and that you lied! What are you going to do then!" Troy snapped. Sharpay dropped her pink messenger bag in the floor of Troy's room and ran into the guest room. "Crap!" Troy said, before running after her. "Sharpay." Troy said near the doorway, "I am really sorry, I didn't mean to sound snappish." "No, you're not! No one's ever sorry! Don't you see, Sorry is an excuse to get out of some kind of trouble! It means nothing, Troy, nothing." She said, plopping down on the bed. "Yes it is! Someone can truly mean in!" he said, wrapping his arm back around her. She jerked from his arms and got up. "Let's go." She said, forcefully. Like clockwork, Troy's mother came down the hallway, "Where are you going, Sharpay?" "To school, with Troy." She smiled. "No, you need to stay here, you're not emotionally or physically ready to go back." Mrs. Bolton said. "But…" Sharpay said. "No, Sharpay, seriously, you need to stay here." Troy said. Sharpay looked Troy in the eyes. She could tell he wasn't lying. "Okay, fine." She said, taking off her sneakers and getting back up on the bed. "See yah, Sharpay." Troy said. "Bye Troy." Sharpay sighed. "Do you want me to bring you your assignments?" Troy asked. "Whatever." Sharpay replied as Troy walked out of the house. Later that day, as Troy came back home, he went up to the guest room to find Sharpay where he left her. "Hey." Sharpay said. "Hey, my mom told me you could go to school tomorrow." Troy said, sitting his bookbag on the bed. "Cool." Sharpay said, opening her vocabulary book and beginning her make up work, while talking to Troy. "So, are you still auditioning for the musical?" Troy asked. "What?" Sharpay said, looking taken aback by his statement, "I don't have a partner, what am I going to do audition solo for a supporting role." "Uh, no, what I was getting to is that you do have a partner." Troy said. Sharpay looked at him strangely, as she soon caught on to what he was saying. "Really." She replied "Yes, you'll see what I mean, come to the basement in fifteen minutes." Troy smiled. Sharpay knew just what she was getting into. It partially scared her, but she figured, it's what she needed.

Fifteen minutes later, she headed down stairs, to hear the beginning of a familiar song playing and to hear Troy start singing:

Follow me into my world
Let your worries fade with every
step you take
Baby whatcha' waiting for
Let the tango take control
Feel the music inside your soul (woah)
My hand is out, just grab a hold

Troy went over to the stairs and held out his hand. Sharpay looked apprehensive before she took his hand and walked to the center of the floor and began to sing with him.

Watch time just fade away
My arms will keep you safe
Baby it's just you and me
Dancing in this dream

Whatever you do, don't wake me up
I know the feeling's real I won't let it
stop, no

CHORUS
don't be afraid, take my hand
Forget the world
Will you dance, dance with me
Pudemos bailar eternamente
Trust in me, take a chance
Feel the Tango
Will you dance, dance with me
Podemos bailar eternamente

Now I have you next to me
Everything is how it should be (oh ya)
Baby, don't fight the feeling
We're floating on a clouds
If I could, I'd never come back down (oh no)
Baby just keep on moovin' groovin'

As time just fades away
My arms will keep you safe
Babe it's just you and me
Dancing in this dream

Whatever you do, don't wake me up
I know the feeling's real, I won't let it
stop, no

Sharpay was in her own world now, hew own world that consisted of just herself and Troy. It seemed as if her fears, sadness, and misery had been wiped away with Troy's single touch. She continued the freestyle samba dance as the music played, and Troy looked into her eyes.

Dance with me
(I'm dancing with you)
For this moment in time
(My dreams have come true)
My darling just dance with me
If for only one night

CHORUS
don't be afraid, take my hand
Forget the world
Will you dance, dance with me
Pudemos bailar eternamente
Trust in me, take a chance
Feel the Tango
When you dance, dance with me
Podemos bailar eternamente

At the end of the dance, both were out of breath. Sharpay sat down on the fouton and looked over at Troy. "What do you think?" Troy asked. "That was actually, quite impressing." Sharpay smirked, playfully, "But why did you do this?" "Because, I know where your heart lies, even at this bad time, you want to be on that stage." He said. "No, I don't, I'm not meant for that." Sharpay said, seriously. "Yes, Sharpay, yes, you are, no matter what your dad says, you are, you might not have noticed, but the way you got into the song and dance, even though we were making it up as we go along, that proves you are meant to do theatre." He said. "I don't know, Troy." She said. "Well, would this help you change your mind." Troy said as he pulled out a black dress bag from behind a bookshelf and unzipped it, revealing her famous blue samba dress. Sharpay clasped both hands to her mouth in shock. "Where did you get that!" she said, in disbelief. "I stole your key to your house when I went to school this morning, did a quick drive by to see if you know who was there, and he wasn't, so I unlocked the door ran in, grabbed it, and went out." He smiled, handing her back her pink polka dotted key. Sharpay's jaw nearly hit the ground, "You're insane." "Maybe, but I was trying to help." He returned her smile, "So…" "Sure Troy, since you're begging me." She grinned, getting up and hugging him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Thanks Troy, for everything." They broke the hug to only be dragged back together, as their lips nearly touched, they were broken apart by the sound of a crash, and Sharpay clutching Troy's arm in fear. "Stay down here, don't get off the fouton." He warned as he began up the stairs. She ran up to his side and grabbed his hand, "Troy, no, if that's my dad, I can't let you, I just can't." "Fouton, now, I'm not joking." He said. Sharpay nodded and sat back down, clutching her knees, and burying her head in her knees. "She'll be okay." Troy thought, at least, he hoped. He walked upstairs, unknowing of what he would see. He turned the corner only to see Chad attempting to pick up pieces of a broken vase, that obviously, he broke with his basketball. Troy bit his lip to refrain from yelling. He exhaled and said, "Chad, what are you doing?" "I came by to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies with me, Taylor, Kelsi, and Zeke." He replied. "No, I'm kind of…" he got cut off by the faint sound of Sharpay storming up the stairs one by one, muttering his name. "Here goes the neighborhood." Troy grumbled, as soon as Sharpay came barreling through the basement door. "Troy!" she exclaimed. "What's she doing here." "What's he doing here!" Chad and Sharpay said in unison. "This is totally not what it looks like." Troy said. "Yeah, man, whatever, I'm going, somewhere, I don't know where, but eventually I'll find it," he said, heading out the door, "See, I'm already gone." "That was well, uh, odd." Sharpay said, raising one eyebrow at Chad, who was pulling out of the Bolton's driveway in his SUV. "I'd say." Troy said. "So, why don't we work on our 'act'" Sharpay said as they headed back downstairs to work on their routine again.