Hey, you know I love the reviews, right? They mean the world to me! And I'm out of school now, yay! But my last exam didn't go very well... I absolutely flunked my test, and well... luckily it's not a subject I'll have to have next year, when I'm starting on my new school. If it had been, I'd be death by now ) Anyway, here's your update !

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Forbidden Dreams

Chapter 7.

"Are you ready to go, Sharpay?" Troy asked, popping his head into the bathroom, where she was changing into her bikini. They were heading to the beach to play and have fun.

"Yeah, two minutes!" she smiled at him through the mirror, "I just have to fix my hair, I don't want it to get all wet."

"Isn't that the point of going to the beach?" Troy questioned, chuckling a bit by her weirdness, "Getting wet and such?"

"Yes…" Sharpay said, in her hard tone, "But my hair can't get wet. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No…" Troy said, quickly making his way out of the bathroom again, "No, I don't."

"Good," Sharpay called after him, as she was pulling her hair into a messy bun, "Otherwise I might have to pound on you a little bit or something!"

"Is that a treat or a promise?" Troy questioned from their room.

Sharpay giggled, "Haha, you're so funny, Mr. Bolton."

"Well, so I've been told." Troy called back.

Just then Sharpay made her way out of the bathroom in a pair of short jeans shorts and a tight pink top, with the words ´I'm brining sexy back´ written across the chest. Her hair was pulled back, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. Troy could have sworn that this was the best she'd looked in a long time. He quickly stood up and shot her a cute smile, "You're gorgeous." He told her.

"Well, thank you." Sharpay giggled, "I like your shirt too."

"But I'm not wearing any." Troy said, confused.

"Exactly my point…" Sharpay whispered in his ear, "What do you know? Maybe we can even have a little fun on the beach."

"You know there's people there, right?" Troy questioned, arching his eyebrows together, as he picked up the bags that Sharpay had packed, containing towels, sun oil, water and a lot of crackers, for her to eat when she got hungry.

"Of course," Sharpay said, "But they can just look away you know."

"Or really?" Troy asked, and followed her out the door.

"Yeah."

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Troy watched as Sharpay slowly took off her clothes, trying to tease him. It was working very well, and she knew it too. They might just have to make a repeat of last night again when they got home. Not that they minded at all, it had been a very good night for both of them.

When she had her top and shorts off, he realized that her bikini was very minimal, in fact…where was the bikini? It was very, very little. She took a seat on the towel next to him, shooting him a cute smile.

"Uhm, Sharpay?"

"Yes?"

"You do realize that at some point we'll have to go with my parents to the beach, and they might not approve of your choice in bikinis."

"Oh that!" Sharpay said, laughing a little, "Funny thing, I have a pink bikini upstairs to when we go with them. It covers more here and there, so we should be okay."

Troy let out a laugh, "You think of everything, don't you?"

"Yup, because I'm extremely intelligent. Not forget to mention beautiful."

"Well, can't argue with ya' there…" Troy chuckled, as he looked at the blue water. It looked nice and just perfect for a cool down, "How about we hit the waves?" he questioned, his excitement clear as a little boy's.

"No, I don't feel like it." Sharpay complained, "I wanna tan for a bit."

"But you have a perfect tan." Troy protested.

"And I'd like to keep it that way," Sharpay said, "So scoot, you're standing in front of the sun."

"You're coming with me." Troy said, and then he bent down and picked Sharpay into his arms, taking her by surprise. She squealed, attracting attention from the nearby beach guests, but Troy didn't care, he started to run towards the water, with a screaming Sharpay in his arms. She was kicking her legs everywhere, so it was lucky that no one got in the way. When he ran into the water, and it got so hard, that he was about to fall, he threw Sharpay from him, making her scream and hit the water with a splash.

He couldn't help but laugh as he stood there, watching his girlfriend struggle to come up again. When she finally did, her long golden longs were clinging to her head, and everywhere on her body, and he realized why she didn't want to make them wet. She looked at him, anger in her eyes. And then she took a step towards him.

"Troy Bolton…" she hissed, "You did not just do that!?"

He took a step back, once again a bit frightened by his girlfriend. It was bad too, because he could never tell if she was faking her anger, or really was angry with him. He didn't want to take any chances, so he kept stepping backwards, hoping he wouldn't crash into anyone on his way.

"Get back here, Troy!" she ordered, "Now!" and then she kicked her foot, splashing water all over him. He just stood there, staring at her. She had to let out a giggle, because he looked so amazingly cute. And when she did that, he knew he was safe, so he started splashing back, and soon they were having a water fight in the middle of all the other bathing people.

Sharpay's screams and giggles could be heard all over the beach.

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"So, where do you wanna go first, Sharpay?" Mrs. Bolton asked, as she and Sharpay made their way around the little town they stayed in. It was another hot day, and the two of them were out for bonding. Sorta.

Sharpay liked the idea of her spending time with Troy's mother by herself. It was time for them to know each other better. They had never really gotten to, even though she'd been dating Troy since junior year. She had a feeling though, that Mrs. Bolton had a reason for this day. She didn't seem like the shopping-kinda-woman.

"How about… shoe shopping!?" Sharpay suggested, not really knowing what the older woman was expecting. But to her surprise she nodded, and they made their way towards the first and the best cute little shop.

Sharpay was in heaven, and Mrs. Bolton ended up being a pair of blue flip-flops, because they agreed the colour was good on her. They actually had fun, so they headed to a shop which sold bathing suits, where Sharpay ended up buying yet another one, even though she had like 5 in her suitcase, and 20 more at home.

After they had been shopping for awhile, they decided to grab some food, so they found a cute little café to eat at. They both ordered something local, so they could try something different for once. When they'd gotten their food, they ate in silence for awhile, until Mrs. Bolton decided to speak.

"Sharpay?" she said, catching the teen's attention, "I know you and Troy… had sort of an argument earlier, last week. Not to be noisy, or not because it's my business at all, but I never really got to know what exactly it was it was all about. It seemed like a really big deal, and I'd like to know."

"Oh…." Sharpay said, looking up at the brown haired woman, "You have a right to know this, I guess.. I figured Troy might have told you, but I'll do it. My parents… My parents have this friend, and his son is a couple of years older than me, and they… they want me to marry him."

Mrs. Bolton's eyes widened by what she heard. They wanted their 18 years old daughter to marry a guy? Like, forced marriage? That stuff wasn't supposed to happen in societies like theirs! "Really…?" she whispered, her voice low.

"Yes," Sharpay said, biting her lip, "I've met this guy one time, and all I can say is that I definitely don't want to marry him. I wanna be with Troy, but… my parents don't understand that. They're convinced Misja can give me the future I need."

"And what is the future you need?" Mrs. Bolton asked, clearly showing Sharpay that she was on her side, "A future with a guy you don't even like?"

"Apparently." Sharpay said, placing her head in her hands, as she was resting them on the table, "I don't give a damn, I just want to be with Troy. We had so many plans, you know… We were, going to collage together, and we were planning on being together afterwards, it's just… urgh!"

"I'm sorry…" Mrs. Bolton said, "I understand why Troy was so sad, then. I couldn't really get to speak with him, all I ever heard was that it had something to do with you!" she reached out and grabbed Sharpay's hand, squeezing it tight, "I realize you and I didn't exactly get off to the best start two years ago, Sharpay, but I… I've come to love you. Like a daughter. And I know you must be right for Troy, because he's always so happy. I don't know what to say about all this now. I wish I could do something to help!"

"Can you talk to my parents?" Sharpay suggested, her face lightening up by the thought of that.

"I don't really think that's my table." Mrs. Bolton said, "I just want Troy to be happy. And I think he's happy with you. However, if you have to marry someone else, he'll get over it sometime. There's not much to do about it. If you don't want to disobey your parents."

"I want to." Sharpay said, "But it's harder than that. My dad threatened to disinherit me. After I found out about it, I cried the whole night. But then the next morning I confidently went downstairs and said that I wouldn't do it. He got so mad, blew up at me, and then my mom got that really disappointed look on her face that I can't stand to look at. And then he told me. If I don't marry Misja, I wont get a dime."

"But does the money really matter?" Mrs. Bolton asked.

"Of course they do!" Sharpay shrieked, looking at her like she was crazy, "The money is important. If I don't get a dime, I wont make it. But if I marry Misja, I can't even get the career I want. They want me to be like my mom. Just give birth to the kids first, and then get a job in my husband's firm later on. But I want to be an artist!"

"Yeah, I know." Mrs. Bolton smiled, "I watched all your and Troy's plays, remember? You're very talented. And dedicated. It's one of the things I like so much about you." she paused, and looked at Sharpay's face, "And you know what my husband said he liked most about you?"

"No…" Sharpay whispered, looking at the woman she had somehow come to love a lot during the past two years, "What?"

"That you're totally yourself." Mrs. Bolton said, "That you don't care what other people say about you. That you know what you want, and you get it. That you wont let anyone decide for you what to do."

"Yeah," Sharpay giggled, "I'm kinda headstrong, ain't I?"

"Very much." Mrs. Bolton chuckled, looking at the young woman, "But we've also seen you grow the last two years. I remember first, you were kinda mean and didn't tolerate other people. But you're more cool and together now. You've grown up completely. You still have your good qualities, but you've gained other too."

Sharpay smiled, nodding along with what she was saying. It all sounded kinda like her.

"And that's why I don't understand how you can let this marriage happen." Mrs. Bolton finished, "The Sharpay from two years ago, would never have just watched this happen. And let it."

"The Sharpay from two years ago wouldn't have been in a serious relationship either." Sharpay mumbled, "Things change."

"Really?" Mrs. Bolton joked, "I had no idea."

"Haha," Sharpay sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes. She then let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed firmly across her chest. She let out a giggle as a crazy thought entered her head; "And it's not like we can just run off to Vegas and get married either!" she paused and realized what she was saying, "…we could run off to Vegas!" she exclaimed, excitement in her voice.

"Now, Sharpay…" Mrs. Bolton said, even though a small smile was playing on her lips, "That will still make your father disinherit you, and I don't think marriage is the right choice. The right choice is for you and Troy to go off to collage together, still dating. No marriage with anybody."

"Yeah, I know!" Sharpay said, placing her head in her hands, "It's just… sad."

"When is this supposed to happen?" Mrs. Bolton then said, "When are you and Troy gonna break up?"

"In about two or three weeks." Sharpay said, looking up at her, "So there's still awhile for us to be together."

"Okay," Mrs. Bolton said, "The only thing I can say then is just to… get the best out of it, Sharpay. Enjoy your time and, then go back to being friends."

"But I don't want to be just friends!" Sharpay said, throwing her arms in the air, "I love him. I really do."

"And I know he loves you too." Mrs. Bolton said.

Sharpay shot her a sweet smile, and then she leaned in and enveloped Mrs. Bolton in a deep hug. She was acting more of a mother to her, than Sharpay's real one had ever done. She felt saved and loved when she was with the Bolton's, they acted like a real family, not just a bunch of people who slept beneath the same roof.

And if she really had to break up with Troy, then she'd have to make the best of it until then.

Yup, another chapter out of the way. I hope this was enjoyable to read too. Next chapter should be when they're home again. Remember to leave me a review, please? They mean the world to me. Laters, Stessa ;o