Sorry for the delay! My computer kept deleting the file I had this written on. This has already made 20 alert lists!

Anyway, here's the chapter explanation before I go on. You see, originally, I just wanted to go and do a 3 or 4 chapter thing, but I decided it would be so much more fun to elaborate more on the events. So, each chapter will contain three tasks, one chapter for the guys and one for the girls. There will be 11-13 chapters on this story (depending on whether I do an epilogue and such)

Since the guys are funnier to write, I decided to start with them.

"We are so going to smoke them!" Chad said happily as the group of guys parted from the girls.

"Are you kidding me? They are going to smoke us!" Troy rolled his eyes, tossing his leftover breakfast in the nearby trashcan.

"Oh come on! What could they possibly come up with? Us running up to them to give them a kiss?" Chad asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I mean, they are the ones that love mushy and gooey and sappy comments. How bad could they possibly be?"

"They are also two of them who can probably build you a rocket that will get you to the moon and back," Troy said, referring to Taylor and Gabriella. "Then, Kelsi could write a successful Broadway musical in Biology, while Sharpay can act it out perfectly her first time reading the script. These are some brilliant minds we are messing with."

"We won't get anywhere arguing… Zeke, bring out the list. We need to get this show on the road." Ryan said in a fake official tone, nervous to see what torture the girls had come up with, especially for him. He just had an overall bad feeling about the ordeal.

"I was just thinking that," Zeke added as he pulled the sheets of pink paper out of his pocket. "Well, they left us a packet…"

"What?" Ryan grabbed the sheets of paper away from him.

"Instructions?" Troy, reading over Ryan's shoulder, smacked his hands on his forehead. "Our girlfriends think we're stupid."

"Well, then lets prove them wrong." Zeke said, snatching the papers back from Ryan. "Sitting here complaining about it won't get us anywhere."

"What're the instructions?" Chad asked, the group gathering around Zeke. He didn't bother to read them out loud, knowing all of them were reading it.

Instructions

1) Turn on camera. That means you, Ryan. You must document everything.

Ryan blushed at reading the comment, making sure the green light on his video camera was on. One sentence into the paragraph and they were already out to embarrass him.

2) Some tasks are meant for one person. That person must be the one to do the task.

"Yippee." Zeke mumbled, everyone continuing to read.

3) The camera must be away from the task (to make it look like dares are real, not a joke) and must stay on from the time you do number one, until you finish number 15. Just to make sure there's not cheating going on (not to name any names... but... CHAD!).

4) You may NOT exit the mall at any time.

5) By now, we should be done with our first task! Thanks for reading! Taylor, Gabriella, Kelsi, and Sharpay.

"It's official. They're geniuses," Troy concluded with a shake of his head.

"Strategy, my friend," Chad tapped his forehead. "We've got it, too."

"Elaborate, Chad. Enlighten us mere mortals on your so-called strategy." Zeke said impatiently. He was in no mood to listen to Chad, especially seeing that their girlfriends had outsmarted the group fifteen minutes into the whole thing. Chad, however, held a blank stare on his face. Ryan noted that either Chad had no clue what Zeke just said, or he had no plan in his mind.

"It means explain to us. We're waiting." Ryan tapped his foot on the ground, getting a bit irritated at his stalling.

"Oh. Well… Does rushing count as a strategy?" He asked, while the others groaned.

"Just get on with the list!" Troy said, trying to snatch the packet from Zeke.

"Hold your horses." Zeke retorted, opening the packet. He flipped through two pages of nothing but scribbles, finally landing on the final page. The girls had set the scribbles as a time waster. "Let's see… Number one-"

"Ryan- buy a hat and ask a random person if it makes you look fat. When they answer (even if it's a no) start crying and run off." Chad interrupted, in hysterics.

"Me?" Ryan asked in shock. His bad feelings had now been confirmed.

"You, my friend." Troy said with a slight chuckle, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Well, y-you," Chad said between laughs. "You are the best actor!"

"So is Troy! He was Arnold in Twinkle Towne!" Ryan defended, backing away.

"Yeah, but he's only starred in one school production. You've starred in seventeen. Different, much?" Zeke added, much like Sharpay would have worded it, trying to hurry this up. They would never complete the tasks if they were too busy arguing.

"Okay, I get it." Ryan sighed, and pulled a hat out of his small backpack Sharpay made him carry to the mall.

Well, at least it matches my outfit. Ryan thought sarcastically.The guys were giving his strange looks as he positioned the hat on his head.

"Sharpay makes me carry the backpack with extra clothes around in it..." He mumbled and the others nodded in understanding. Ryan handed Zeke the camera, Zeke pressing the 'Record' button.

"Hello, ladies." Chad said, popping in front of Ryan, who was currently the center of focus for the camera. "Ryan-" Ryan pushed in front of Chad.

"I am about to do task number on, thanks to you, girls. Watch what real acting is…" Ryan adjusted his matching hat quickly, before spotting his victim, a guy looking to be about twenty-six, reading a book at a table next to a food kiosk. The others ran behind a nearby array of plants, the camera viewing the scene in between two large plant branches.

Ryan sighed and walked up to the man as casually as he could.

"Excuse me sir," He asked in the most polite tone he could. The guy curiously looked up. "Does this hat make me look fat?" Ryan asked, twirling around like a model.

"Well… Um…" The guy looked completely taken aback, debating on what to say. "Not really…" Ryan, while turned in the other direction from turning, had a smile creeping up on his face. This was actually a bit fun. He paused, adding the dramatic effect he wanted, then his face slid into a frown and he turned to face the guy.

"You stuttered! You think I'm fat!" Ryan cried out, catching the eyes of the people passing by.

"No- No! I don't!" The guy nervously looked around, and Ryan darted away. He ran until he was out of sight of the man, took off the hat, and waited for the others to show up. In a few minutes, he spotted Chad's hair out of the mass of walking people. Ryan jogged over to the group, which looked like they were about to cry from laughing to hard.

"Dude, that was sweet!" Chad had a huge smile on his face.

"No kidding!" Troy agreed.

"What's the next task?" Ryan asked Zeke, blushing a bit. He was okay with acting, but that was acting. People probably thought he was really insane now. Zeke responded by pulling out the sheets of paper, where Chad stole them from him.

From the look on Chad's now pale face, the guys knew the next task was pretty bad. Gathering around him, they read the task.

2) Skip through the mall, hand-in-hand (FINGERS LACED!), singing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' twice. Person holding the camera must do this, too. Hold the camera sideways.

"Oh, God," Zeke sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. The little bit of color seemed to be drained from Ryan's face.

"Oh, crap," Troy repeated, trying take in exactly what he was reading.

"We're not going to get this done standing around all day." Ryan said, getting his courage up. After all, asking another guy if a hat makes you look fat by yourself is one thing. At least he'd be sharing his embarrassment with his friends.

"That's true." Troy sighed, and the guys reluctantly latched hands. Zeke was on the far left, then there was Troy, Chad, then Ryan. Zeke held the camera sideways, and they started skipping.

"Mary had a little lamb…" They began, this time catching the stares of some cheerleaders from West High that they remembered from the big game. The cheerleaders giggled, waving and smirking at the skipping guys. All of them turned at least four shades of red. At least their girlfriends weren't watching… Or were they?

They were nearly to the end of the mall as they finished the final line. As soon as they were done with the song, they halted and immediately unhooked from each other.

"That was the most embarrassing moment in my life." They all said at the same time. People were still giving them looks of amazement and confusion; they could even see another blush creep up in Zeke's face.

"Let's just move on." Zeke mumbled, taking out the list again. This time, it was Troy who grabbed it from Zeke. The wildcat superstar just had to get his face behind something. Even if it was pink paper that had purple typing all over it.

"Three- for Zeke- Go into the cooking store, looking at some kind of sharp object, and ask the sales person if they know where a store that sells antidepressants would be located." Troy grinned up a Zeke.

"That was so written for you." Chad laughed.

"I'd be quiet Chad. Number twelve has your name written all over it." Ryan chuckled, taking the page for Troy. Zeke also got a look at number twelve over Ryan's shoulder and he cracked a large smile.

"Lemme see!" Chad tried to snatch it from Ryan, but Ryan tucked it away in his backpack, with another smile.

"Nope, we're onto Zeke's task. The cooking store is right over there." Ryan pointed to the store a few kiosks down.

"Let's go, then." Zeke said confidently.

He must really want to win this… Troy noted, leading the way to the cooking store.

The guys scurried over to the store, with Zeke handing Ryan the camera once he got to the large entrance.

"Zeke is now on task number three." Ryan explained to the camera. They went to the other end of the store when Zeke chose the silverware section to start browsing in. In no time, someone came up to him to ask if he needed anything.

"Oh, I'd just like to know where a store to get antidepressants is. There is a pharmacy here, right?" He asked, putting down a fork and looking over some peculiarly sharp knives.

"Uh- it's down the hall. By any chance, do your parents know you're here?" The guy asked. In the back, the others were holding back laughter.

"Oh, yes they do. That's why I'm here. I need to get my antidepressants," Zeke explained.

"Are they here with you? I could escort you." The sales guy offered.

"What the heck is wrong with you people?! I just need my antidepressants! Good grief! I'm not disabled!" Zeke spat, running out of the store. Ryan, Troy, and Chad weren't long to follow, pretending to browse through the cookbook section a bit before meeting Zeke outside the bench.

"So, how do you think the girls are doing?" Zeke asked as the others approached him.

"I don't know. You think they're ahead of us?" Ryan questioned.

"Probably." Troy shrugged, and Chad glared at him.

"You guys have no confidence, do you? Are we just a bunch of mushy wimps?" He asked, expecting more of a 'no' than the bunch of nods and agreements that he got.

"We're dealing with masterminds here." Zeke added.

"How about we take a break before moving on? The girls have to be around here somewhere." Troy began looking around the area.

"Troy, this mall is huge. How could they be anywhere near here?" Ryan also was looking around, like he already knew the answer.

"Because they are smart. We didn't specify anything, so they could go anywhere for half of their list." Zeke finished.

"So, we need to make this break quick. How about we go grab something to drink, and head off?" Chad suggested, wanting to get off the subject.

"The best idea you've had all day." Ryan mumbled and the group started for the food court on the floor above. It was only an hour into their mixed up day of shopping, and there was plenty more to come.

Finally the computer didn't delete the draft and stuff to this chapter. How'd you like it? Was it as funny as you thought? Was it funnier? Disappointing?

Review and tell me!