A/N: Sincerely sorry for the delay.
I've been working on this one, but Troypay's been harder than the others. I like the pairing—it's fun—but writing it isn't my strong point.
The other reason for my lack of updating is that I had to make up all of the work for the semester. (Or as much as was possible.) I keep all of my schoolwork on this little, like, laptop-type-thing wich is used for the blind to write and stuff… Anyways, it froze and everything on it got deleted. (It majorly sucked.) So that was my main focus last week and over the weekend, but I got sick of just having this half-finished, so I did the best I could to not make it totally suck.
I was working on this last week before the school-thing, but I got a Gabpay idea and focused on that at the time.
Anyway, sorry for the sucky fic, but hopefully you wil R and R anyway.
Title: Musical Romance
Author: xCuteyCupcakesx
Pairing: Troypay
Disclaimer; I don't own HSM, Mary's Song (Oh My My My), or any other things mentioned in this fic. I do, however, finally own the 'Taylor Swift' album; I'm pretty happy about that one…
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Chapter 3: Sharpay's Song (Oh Troy Troy Troy)
Dear Diary,
(That sounds…pathetic…how the hell are you supposed to address a book…oh,, whatever…)
Hello and welcome to the fabulous world of me.
So what am I supposed to say in this. Why am I even writing in this. (The fact that it's pink with little rhine stones on the cover had nothing to do with my decision.) I mean what kind of person writes in a diary? What kind of birthday gift is a diary; daddy really needs to work on these things.
So now I shall proceed to introduce myself. I am the one and only Sharpay Evans, also known as East High's primo girl, or the co-captain of the amazing drama club.
(Even though Miss Darbus is now considering Gabriella for this; what a mistake that would be.)
So I'm guessing that this is the part where I pour my heart out on your pages; in turn feeling, like, relieved or something afterwords.
Hmm, what am I feeling now?
Well, I'm cold, it's February, so that might have something to do with it. I feel a sense of annoyance, but that wouldn't surprise anyone that know's me. I feel tired; other than drama, school sucks.
I don't even get the pleasure of checking out Troy Bolton anymore; little miss Gabriella Montez is like a watch dog. Don't get me wrong, I've grown to accept her in my terf, but her and Troy…
Well…
That one's going to change…eventually…
Do I still like Troy Bolton?
Yes!
Am I going to hang around gawking at him with my mouth hanging open, something resembling the cheerleaders?
Hell no!
Am I going to give up considering my try at Lava Springs was…erm…unsuccessful?
No!
Am I sick of writing in you all ready?
Obviously, but there's nothing else to do so…
This whole 'pouring your heart out' thing's not working.
Tomorrow's Valentine's Day and I'm single. That doesn't sound right. That's just not right.
Do I have some one in mind? (I feel like I'm talking to myself.)
Yes, and he's the captain of my school's basketball team. (God, he looks so hot in that uniform.) He's number fourteen to be exact, he's got blue eyes, and he also has a pretty perky little girlfriend. This all sucks. And what's worse is that things used to be different…
Yes, there was actually a time when Troy didn't want to run and cling to another when I came his way. I used to be the one he would cling to.
(She said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights)
It all started when we were ten, in Misses Marrgraff's class. (She was a witch!) It was Valentine's Day, ironically enough, and we used to do this stupid little 'secret admirer' exchange thing. It was just this: Pick a name out of a hat, buy the person some cheesy sweet little gift, give it to them during the exchange, and make them think that someone actually cared enough to buy them something. (Even though, if it wasn't for this, nobody would give a shit about your feelings.)
I, like all the others, was verry excited at the time. Now imagine how that enthusiasm must've decreased when I pulled out the piece of paper saying 'Ryan Evans. Well, let's just say my parents got an annoyed call from my (evil) teacher that night. This, though, did not change my partner either; I guess it was okay in the end. I could just get him some crappy gift and not have to give it a second thought. All I really cared about was what I'd get.
And on this fateful day, a miniature Troy approached my desk. I was little, but not immune to the crush all of us girls—and probably some boys—shared.
Anyway, he dropped a small heart-shaped box of chocolate on my desk. He also handed me a balloon that said 'be my Valentine.' Corny much? Yes, but I was ten, I was love-striken, and that was when I began to float. He smiled at me, and we started there.
(Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my my)
I have been in this position ever since. Sure I've been deflated a few times, but a new gust usually fills me again a short time after that occurs.
We never dated, to be exact, just kind of…
We were kind of…
Friends with benefits I guess…
(I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights)
And at one point I thought we'd actually reached the door to the next…erm…level, but that was pretty much the same time he left for Colorado. After that, well, that was the whole "Breaking Free" ordeal, where Gabriella basically stole him from me.
It's a long boring story, wich basically ends with me trying to be accepting of the Wildcats, and falling in love with Zeeks baking—his baking, not him.
Unfortunately that's not the impression most of them got. Yeah, I kind of dated Zeek, but it's not like we were ever a couple or anything.
And then, about a month ago, 'Troyella' (as the school felt the need to name them after they won prom queen and king) broke up. And that was also around the time I was considering Zeek. And that's when I over-heard a talk between Troy and the guy in major need of a haircut, also known as Chad. It went something along the lines of-
Troy: Man, I don't know if I want to get back together withGabriella again.
Chad: Who you checking out now?
Troy: So are Zeek and Sharpay actually together?
Chad: Sharpay? Seriously?
Troy: Yeah, well, we kind of used to have a thing. I thought I told you; I was actually gonna get together with her. I mean, I'd ask her now, but she's with Zeek and…
Chad: Gotcha, yeah, that's rough, but I guess you could still go back with Gabby. If not,
And that's exactly what ended up happening, and now they're on this on-again off-again thing.
My brother's banging on my door. Something about wanting Gabriella's number or something…
Why would he want that? I was pretty sure they were on again.
So I'm gonna go answer him now, and, while I'm at it, yell at him for treating my door with such aggression.
Xox-Sharpay-xox
Dear Diary,
(That still sounds stupid to me…)
Life works in strange ways. For example, how is it that the glass slipper only fit Sinderella; surely she wasn't the only one with that shoe size. I mean, some 1-50 dollar street hooker could've had the same size and the story would've been something completely different.
How is it that Little Red Ridinghood didn't automatically notice her grandmother's similarities to a big, hairy wolf? How can a wolf swallow someone whole, and have them cut out of him unharmed.
Diary, oh diary, today was a day like no other. It was Valentine's Day. That alone sucked to start, but the unexpected occurred.
'Troyella' is no more!
Something about not really being in to each other…I don't know, but the point is, they're o-v-e-r.
How do I know this? Well, it all started when I saw my brother giving Gabriella an arrangement of roses, and Troy looking unphased by it just answered my question,.
I guess this would've been the precise time to pounce, but I couldn't. Shocking isn't it. Of course I wanted him, that has all ready been comfirmed, but it's just...
This is hard, I hate emotional declarations but…
I didn't want things to just be, like, like, like…
Like they were before; I wanted him so bad, but I actually wanted him. Not just like a little game. So I did nothing.
The first half of the day went by dully; work, work, and more pointless work.
At lunch, though, when I went to my locker, I found something all too familiar. I found a small heart-shaped box of chocolates and a balloon. 'BE MY VALENTINE.' It said.
I froze. I was totally not expecting that.
And then I looked up and met an astounding pair of blue eyes. They looked nervous, hopeful, sincere, true.
And now I'm listening to a sweet little song, getting ready for my date, and filling up on peanut butter chocolates shaped like mini-hearts.
Something tells me this is real diary. I'm not really sure what, but we've got such a history. He's the only one I've always wanted.
(Take me home where we met so many years before
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch
After all this time, you and I
I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my…)
Xox-Sharpay-xox
--------A/N Hopefully that wasn't as bad as I think it was. (Although it probably was.)
A second update will be here in about an hour; I'm just editing it.
Thanks much for reading!
Now review! ;)
Xox-Daizy