Trying to cut down on my long Author's Notes.
I went through reviews the other day and found one for the guys that was somewhat similar (although much funnier) than the one that I had planned. Thanks to HSMHP for suggesting the first dare in the chapter!
On a side note, I also would like to point out that any real life thing mentioned in this chapter (since there's quite a few) is something I do not own XD
It's funny how girls tend to worry for nothing. Sharpay, Gabriella, Kelsi, and Taylor are no exceptions. Their boyfriends had disregarded their flirting with the West High boys as just a regular dare, and they hadn't thought about it since. How ironic.
We find Troy, Chad, Zeke, and Ryan in a shoe store on the ground floor of the Albuquerque mall. They weren't looking for tennis shoes, however…
"How about these?" Zeke said sarcastically, holding up a pair of brown stiletto heels. The sequins lining the edges glittered in the florescent light of the shoe store.
"You kidding," Troy rolled his eyes. "Our toes aren't built for this!" Troy was currently trying to squeeze a size 12 pair of red leather heels.
"I don't know how my sister walks around in these…" Ryan was holding the video camera, hobbling around in a clear pair that barely fit him.
"It's her fault to begin with," Chad responded with a pout. "She's the one that has enough store credit here to get us four pairs of heels." He grunted, unsuccessful in an attempt to strap a pair onto his ankle.
"It's your initial fault we're in this mess!" Zeke rolled his eyes once more; still searching for a pair that would fit him. He sighed. This was only half the dare. Zeke remembered reading the dreaded thing as they were walking away from their last task.
7) Each one of you buy a pair of high heels (Ryan knows all of the places Sharpay has plenty of store credit) and wear them when you sing 'Man, I Feel Like a Woman' at the Karaoke Café.
Ryan was the first to find a pair of heels that fit him, in which happened to be a mauve colored pair that were barely considered heels at all. Troy, too, had decided with smaller heightened heels, but his were a dark brown color. Zeke's and Chad's, however, were heels that stood four or five inches up, being the only ones that were big enough to fit them.
Troy became in possession of the video camera once Ryan went to go talk to the cashier about the shoes. The other three were outside of the store, waiting for their friend to come outside with the purchases.
"Done," Ryan said firmly, coming up to the group with four bags. Inside, they knew there were four pairs of high heels, thanks to Sharpay. "Sharpay has enough store credit in there to buy half the store!"
"How do you know all of this?" Zeke asked curiously. The group was now walking towards the other end of the mall, where the karaoke lounge was. It was more of a drama club hangout, but it had a pool table and a few arcade games stuffed into the darker accented room.
"Sharpay drags me shopping with her." Ryan said glumly. "How do you think I get every one of my hats?" This was one question that the group did not have an answer for. They walked in silence until they arrived to sounds of karaoke music and an open-microphone system.
The Karaoke Café was a place directed at high school students that fit into the stereotype that Kelsi was. With the seemingly low ceilings and dark atmosphere, it was a great and quiet place to do creative writing. Karaoke singers were always up, willing to sing almost anything.
The boys gravely put on their very uncomfortable shoes, earning some confused glances, and got up on stage. Zeke had already found the CD and had gotten the karaoke station ready. The camera had been hidden in a plant, propped to give a clear view of the stage.
More eyes came upon the foursome as they got up on stage. Each one was noticeably beet red, still struggling on the heels.
The short introduction began, Chad taking the opening.
"Lets go girls!" Chad began, surprisingly lip synching very well. "Going out tonight! Feeling all right!" Chad struck a very feminine pose; Zeke noting that maybe he was going a bit too far with his acting while singing the next few bars himself.
Troy took the chorus line, doing a very good dancing job. "Yeah, yeah! Totally crazy! Feel like a lady!" As he sang, Troy kept telling himself that nobody he knew was here. He shifted his hands through his hair; much like the real Shania Twain had done in her music video. It helped hide his face.
Ryan then picked up the second strain, dancing like he'd never danced before. He viewed this as just another step to pursuing a successful acting career.
The boys fell into a pattern, singing three or four lines before leaving it to the next boy in line. More people had gathered around the stage by the time they sang in unison as the second chorus rolled around. Most were highly amused by the lip-synching boys, but some were a bit disturbed; most of which were the writers that were getting interrupted.
Finally, as if an eternity had passed, Zeke finished it out, mouthing "I feel like a woman!" He took a small bow, the others following. Chad, however, couldn't keep his balance and fell face forward into the wooden stage.
The new crowd that had formed was now in hysterics. A roar of applause met the boys' ears, along with a wave of laughter. All four were still blushing heavily, Chad bouncing up after his fall, making a clear exit for the door once the music finished. Chad's nose was beginning to bleed from the fall.
Zeke grabbed the camera from the plant while the other boys gathered their hidden tennis shoes from the pot of another plant.
Still in a hurry, they rushed outside and to a nearby bench to rest and get their shoes on. Ryan had handed Chad a tissue from his small backpack, Chad taking it gratefully.
"Do you think anyone from East High saw us?" Ryan pulled the first shoe onto his foot.
"I pray that nobody saw that," Zeke responded, pulling on his second sock. They had already piled the high heels back into the bags they were purchased in. He sat back after finishing the putting his shoes on. Troy sighed, deep in thought. Finally, it was Chad who broke the silence, his nosebleed diminishing.
"Guys, we really should get going… I mean… You know, if we want to win and all," he shrugged.
"I never thought it could be possible, but Chad's right. What's next, Zeke?" Ryan asked. Zeke nodded and pulled out the folded list from his pocket.
"Let see… Number eight…" Zeke ran his finger down the list. "Go to the toy store and ask if they have the first ever edition Malibu Beach Barbie, because you want it for YOUR collection. Make sure to emphasis that it's your collection." Zeke's eyebrow's shot up. "Well, this will be interesting."
Ryan shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal."
"So you volunteer to do this one?" Chad chuckled. "They didn't specify who to use." Troy was about to comment on the excellent vocabulary Chad just used, but Ryan interrupted him.
"Why not?" Ryan smirked at Chad. "It'll all be worth it when we get to number twelve." In silent response, Chad tried to reach for the list, but Zeke was too quick and pulled it away with a roll of his eyes.
"Let's go," He said to change the subject. Reluctantly, the boys got up and made their way to the nearest toy store.
Unfortunate for them, the nearest toy store was halfway across the mall, cutting their time down. By the time they had reached the store full of screaming children and stressed parents, they had broken into a slight jog.
With fake pride, the four cruised through the store, wanting to manage the effect that they were actually looking for something.
Deciding the time was right, Ryan motioned for Zeke, Troy and Chad to follow him to the counter. He smirked to himself. This was it.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" The clerk, a girl that looked to be no older than sixteen, asked. She was wearing a pink polo with the toy company logo stitched onto the chest pocket.
"By any chance, are they any first-edition Malibu Beach Barbies in stock?" Ryan asked pleasantly. "I need it as the last one in my collection." He smirked.
"Well," surprisingly, the girl didn't seem to be taken aback. "I don't know about first editions, but we've got a new shipment in, if you want to look at that." She flipped out her shoulder-length auburn hair, ushering the four in the other direction.
"No thank you, I've got all of them already." Ryan nodded while hastily turning around and walking out of the store. Like usual, the others followed him like lost puppies. Or, you could consider it scrambling for the exit.
"That was… weird." Troy though aloud.
"Completely. She didn't even seem startled," Zeke shook his head. "Anyway, Ryan, do you have the $20 Sharpay gave you earlier?"
"Is that what she stuck in my backpack at breakfast?" Ryan unzipped a small pouch, astounded to find a twenty-dollar bill crumpled inside.
"Yes. The girls want us to get our nails cleaned as our next task." Zeke started off in a different direction. It was nearing lunchtime, and time overall was running out.
"Do they just want them cleaned for prom?" Ryan protested. "Sharpay and Kelsi are always on my case about biting my nails." Ryan held up his hands, showing the nibbled down nails.
"I'm sure that's what it is. Are you sure twenty will cover all four of us?" Troy jogged to catch up with the group, as he had been lagging behind with Chad.
"Kelsi's aunt works there, and the list said they already talked to her. We're just getting them cleaned and clear-coated."
"Wait-- we're getting our nails painted?" Chad emphasized the last word.
"Not really. It will just make them look healthier." Zeke argued back.
"What are you? Nail expert?" Chad retorted. Troy rolled his eyes and pulled Chad quicker in the direction of the salon.
"You do realize this will be our second time in a salon today, don't you?" Ryan pointed out as the four entered the spacious salon. There was a mirror going the length of about thirty feet along one wall, with six chairs standing in a perfect line in front.
Zeke immediately got to business. He walked briskly up to the counter, along the opposite wall of the mirror, and started speaking to the red headed woman smacking gum behind the counter. "Did Kelsi Neilson call earlier? She said she had arranged-"
"Oh!" She interrupted. "You're the boys here for a nail cleansing?"
"Not so loud!" Chad hissed. Zeke pushed him out of the way so he could speak again.
"Yes, we are." Zeke finished. The woman, who bore a slight resemblance of Kelsi, nodded. She ushered them to two stations in the back with two chairs on each side. Zeke and Ryan took one station, while Troy and Chad took the other.
Soon, two workers--a petite girl with light blonde hair and another taller girl with dark brown curls—approached the three. The boys lightly made conversation as the two stylists worked quickly.
"It's like they're scrubbing all of your troubles away!" Troy exaggerated a Ms. Darbus spirit finger wave after his nails had been filed.
"You watch the Fairly Odd Parents?" Ryan asked.
"Well duh!" Chad answered for Troy. "He's like practically obsessed."
"Seriously?" Ryan laughed.
"Dude, me too! The marathon was on yesterday!" Zeke held up a hand for a high five, reaching across the three feet between them. Troy's left hand was in the process of being clear polished, but he outstretched his already polished right to return the high-five. As Troy pulled his hand back, his elbow knocked over a bottle of red nail polish that had no been closed. It toppled over into his stylist's lap.
"Bravo!" Chad clapped in an attempt to be sarcastic along with trying to dry his nails. The woman rolled her eyes and got up. Nail polished dripped off of the apron she had been (thankfully) wearing.
"Are we done?" Zeke asked not a minute later after his nails has been declared dry.
"Yes." His stylist politely answered. The other had yet to return.
"Well, we've already paid. So let's head off." Ryan motioned for the group to follow him, and they did.
As the four exited the store, the redhead that had initially gotten the boys into the salon chuckled. Her niece just happened to be Kelsi Neilson, and she had been informed briefly of what the four were doing. Briefly, she heard the boy with the abnormally large hair ask if his nails were noticeably painted. Again, she merely chuckled.
If she had been put in their place, she would have backed out almost immediately. She could tell they were typical high school boys: stubborn as mules and love to impress
But those boys were the craziest bunch she had ever met.
Sorry about any typos/grammatical errors you might find. Wrote the last half in a few minutes, because I wanted to give you guys an update before I left.
I also want to stress that it was Chad that was the most mature one in this chapter (I just couldn't help but put the Fairly Odd Parent reference in there… that quote was on the show, for those of you who don't watch it). So, give Chad a hand!
Okay, you can review now!