Heavenly Habits

Epilogue here! Everything is in third person, as if we're looking down upon the world at what happened to everyone. Enjoy! I hope you guys were curious about Sharpay's fate as well cause you find out. Lol I had a hard time stopping so this epilogue is kinda long. Haha.

.o.

Two weeks after the day Gabriella and Ryan became GabriellaandRyan, on a cold winter's night in January, Zeke told Sharpay he loved her.

Sharpay and Zeke stood outside in the school's courtyard at their last Winter Formal. Sharpay wore a brilliant ice blue gown, a cream colored shawl thrown around her shoulders. Her hair was thrown up in a perfect, golden up do. Zeke wore a bright white suit, setting off his gorgeous chocolate brown skin. His pale blue tie matched Sharpay's dress. Appropriately.

"Sharpay," Zeke breathed quietly, wrapping an arm around Sharpay to keep her warm as the wind swirled around them.
"Yes," Sharpay answered dreamily, content to be in his arms.

"I love you," he barely whispered, feeling very shy.

Sharpay's eyes filled with tears at his words and she turned to face him. "You do?"

Zeke nodded, staring down at the concrete.

Sharpay threw her arms around his neck and kissed his soft lips.

"I love you too," she replied, causing Zeke's face to light up so bright, the stars didn't compare.

"Oh man, I really want to bake you a chocolate mousse right now!"

"Oh Zeke!" Sharpay cried romantically. "Well seeing as we're miles from your house, how bout you just kiss me!"

"Ok," Zeke replied, not complaining.

.o.

Seven months later on a warm summer's day in July, Ryan and Gabriella got engaged.

Gabriella and Ryan sat in the Evans' back yard, lounging on the grass after an afternoon of swimming. With just a couple months left before college, they wanted to spend time just being kids before entering the world of adulthood. Gabriella wore a modest, peach colored one-piece and Ryan wore dark purple swim trunks.

"Creamsicle, my dear," Ryan asked jokingly, handing Gabriella her favorite flavor, cherry.

Gabby nodded with a smile, peeling the wrapper off the popsicle and sucking on it thoughtfully.

Ryan grinned and bit a chunk off his grape flavored one.

The pair sat in silence as they ate their treats content just being with each other.

"Gabriella?" Ryan asked, lazily.

Gabriella. That meant something serious. "Mhmm?" Gabriella mumbled, questioningly.

"Marry me?"

Gabriella's eyes grew wide and she turned to look over at him.

"Wh-what?" she asked, her popsicle slipping from her hands and falling on the bright green grass.

Ryan chuckled a little. "I said, marry me? Please."

Gabriella threw herself at him, knocking them both to the grass. Her lips crashed down on his in a fit of passion and as they kissed the flavors of strawberry and grape mixed together. And it tasted pretty damn good.

Ryan broke their kiss, rolling over so that he lay on top of her. "Does that mean yes?" he asked.

"Hmmm," Gabriella said as if she were contemplating her decision. "Let me get back to you on that."

"Oh you're gonna get it," Ryan said with a mischievous smile, tickling her stomach.

Gabriella giggled. "Ry, stop it, Ry!"

She managed to get out from under him and began running wildly around the backyard. Ryan hopped up off the ground chasing after her.

"Wait, don't you want your ring?" he yelled out, breathlessly.

Gabriella stopped in her tracks, her smile fading with the shock of his statement.

Ryan walked up behind her, his lips grazing her bare shoulder before turning her around to face him.

Kneeling down on one knee, Ryan pulled a small black box from behind him and flipped it open. "Gabriella Grace Montez, will you marry me?"

Gabriella's eye shone with tears and she nodded yes.

Ryan could hardly contain his giddiness and he jumped up, slipping the gold-banded, emerald stone ring onto her slender finger.

They shared a sweet kiss and smiled at each other. Then, Ryan took her hand and led her back to where they had been sitting.

Plopping back down in the grass, Ryan pulled Gabriella into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. She let her head rest against his shoulder.

And they sat there, watching the sunset and then watching the star-filled sky until Gabriella had to go home.

.o.

Three weeks later on an unusually cool August day, Zeke proposed to Sharpay, scared a long distance relationship wouldn't work once they went off to different colleges without some sort of promise. Sharpay declined.

Zeke stood in the airport, a leather bag hanging from his shoulder. He was by the gateway and it was five minutes till he had to board the plane. And Sharpay was nowhere to be found.

Tapping his foot impatiently, Zeke was deathly afraid Sharpay wouldn't make it. And then he saw a flash of her long blonde locks, and Sharpay was running in her silver heels towards him, a glowing smile on her face. And Zeke smiled because he was one of the few people Sharpay would run in heels for.

Sharpay raced to him and collapsed in his arms. "I'm sorry I'm late. Stupid fucking cab."

"It's ok," Zeke murmured gently, cause that was the type of guy he was. He was always one to stay calm and make others happy. As many people who knew him said, he was everyone's giant teddy bear.

Sharpay kissed him tenderly as the announcement came on. "Flight 965, Albuquerque to Los Angeles. Flight 965 Albuquerque to Los Angeles. Now boarding."

"Sharpay, will you marry me?" Zeke asked her softly, staring into her shimmering chocolate colored eyes.

Sharpay stared blankly back. "But you're leaving."

"Exactly," Zeke said. "I want to make things official. You're the love of my life, Sharpay."

"Uh," Sharpay replied in a state of shock. "Zeke, you know I love you, but…"

"No," Zeke said, dropping his arms from where they encircled her waist. "This doesn't sound good. But isn't good."

Sharpay's eyes filled with tears as she shakily continued. "But, I think we should break up."

"Stop…"

"We'll be on the opposite sides of the country and…"

"Please don't say this…"

"Zeke, I will always love you. But you have to go to California and become a world famous chef," she paused to smile through her sadness. "And I have to go to New York and pursue acting and singing. And we'll hardly see each other and I can't handle being so heartbroken that entire time. So we just have to forget each other and maybe someday will be the right time."

Zeke sighed deeply, his face hardly hiding his clear devastation. "If that's what you want…"

"It's not what I want, but it's what has to happen," Sharpay said, trying to sound brave.

"Ok," Zeke said, trying to digest the information. "Ok."

Sharpay threw her arms around him once more and they clung to each other for a few moments.

"Last warning for Flight 965."

"Goodbye Sharpay Evans," Zeke said kissing her cheek and walking through the gateway.

"Goodbye Zeke Baylor," Sharpay whispered as she watched the love of her life walk away.

.o.

Two weeks later on a dreary September day, Ryan, Gabriella, and Sharpay made their way to New York. Ryan and Sharpay would be attending Julliard and Gabriella would be going to Columbia.

"Are you sure you want me to live with you guys?" Sharpay asked as they walked up to their new apartment in Manhattan.

"Of course, Shar," Ryan answered for the fiftieth time as he withdrew the key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

The apartment was spacious, with three bedrooms, a large living and kitchen area, and two bathrooms.

"See," Gabby said, looking around the old-fashioned apartment. "Plenty of room."

"Ok," Sharpay said hesitantly, dropping her pink luggage at the door. "As long as you guys don't have loud passionate sex every night, I'll put up with you two."

Gabriella, looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Ryan patted her shoulder comfortingly and walked over to Sharpay with a look of disapproval.

"Sharpay," he whispered irritated. "You know we are not having sex so shut your big mouth."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Sharpay said faux innocently. "Little Miss Virginity."

Ryan glared at her. "Sharpay, just because things are not going well for you and Zeke does not mean you can put a damper on Gabby's and mine relationship."

"Fine," Sharpay said sadly. "I'm going to my room"

Ryan walked back over to Gabriella and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry. You know how upset she is about breaking up with Zeke. She doesn't mean it."

"I know," Gabby answered with a sympathetic smile. "We'll help her get through this. After all, she'll be my sister soon. Yet, again she's always felt like my sister."

Ryan chuckled. "Good thing you don't think of me as your brother. Cause then this whole engagement thing would be a problem."

Gabriella giggled. "I don't have a brother and I never will."

"That's what I like to here," Ryan grinned, swooping her into a deep kiss.

"Oh stop being so cute!" Sharpay screamed from her bedroom.

.o.

Four years later, the summer after her fourth and final year in college, Sharpay Evans and Zeke Baylor met again.

Sharpay wore a gorgeous black mini dress, her long blonde hair pulled back in a chic ponytail. She waltzed into her favorite restaurant, the one she went to every Friday night to get away from the Ryan and Gabriella Engagement Bliss Show. The host ushered her to her usual table, the one in the back corner of the restaurant, where dining by yourself didn't feel so lonely.

Her usual waiter, John Paul, came by kissing her hand and placing her usual tonic martini in front of her.
"Good evening, Mdme. Evans. How are you this evening? And your lovely brother and his fiancée? Are they well?"

"Fine, thank you. Ryan and Gabriella are at the apartment being so adorable it makes me sick."

"Well good thing you get out then, eh?" John Paul joked in his French accent.

Sharpay laughed and nodded.

"I'm afraid Chef Michel left last week. We have a new chef now. But I'm sure he'd be happy to prepare your usual."

"Oh," Sharpay said, surprised that everything wouldn't be completely the same. "If he's willing…"

"Of course, Mademoiselle Evans."

Sharpay began her people watching and twenty minutes later someone rather familiar came into sight. And he was heading straight towards her, unaware of whom she was. Did she look that different? Maybe he just hadn't looked hard enough yet.

The new chef equaled Zeke.

He walked towards her eyes cast at the ground. "Your dish, Ms. Evans," he said politely as he stared at the silver platter, withdrawing the cover. And then he finally looked up.

Realizing who she was, he struggled to keep the platter steady, but regained his composure.

"Sharpay?" he whispered.

"Zeke?" she whispered back.

Placing the dish on the table, Zeke took her hand pulling her out of her chair and hugging her tightly. "I can't believe it's really you!"

"Yeah," Sharpay murmured back, still disbelieving that it was really him.

"Meet me!" Zeke exclaimed. "After dinner in the kitchen!"

"I don't know," Sharpay said doubtfully.

"Please," Zeke pleaded. "I'll bake you a dessert, free of charge."

Well how could she say no to that.

Turns out, Sharpay couldn't say no to a lot of things. She couldn't say no to Zeke's dessert. She couldn't say no when he asked if he could kiss her. She couldn't say no when he asked her to his house. She couldn't say no when he asked her to stay the night.

.o.

Sharpay entered her apartment at six in the morning to find Ryan and Gabriella sleeping on the couch, his arms around her waist.

And Sharpay didn't mind. Because not to long ago, Zeke's strong arms were encircling her waist.

She nudged Ryan a few times before he finally woke up.

"What? Uh, SHARPAY!" he whisper-screamed, untangling himself from Gabriella and hopping off the couch. "I thought you got mugged or something," he cried as he threw his arms around her.

"You're such a worrywart," she sighed.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Zeke's" she answered nonchalantly, sauntering off to her bedroom.

"Wait what?" Ryan called out.

"Good night Ryan!"

"Fine! We'll talk in the morning," he yelled back, as if he was her father and she had missed her curfew.

Sighing, Ryan walked over to Gabriella's angelic figure, which was snoring lightly on the couch. He couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked.

Gathering her in his arms, he carried her honeymoon style into their bedroom, shutting the cream door behind him.

.o.

Turns out, it was equally difficult to say no to Sharpay. Zeke couldn't say no when a few weeks later she asked him to marry her. And Gabriella couldn't say no when Sharpay asked if she could plan her and Ryan's wedding. But Ryan knew how to draw the line. He said no to a white tuxedo, but somehow he ended up wearing white shoes just to please her.

.o.

On a cold, wintry December evening Ryan Evans and Gabriella Montez became Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Evans.

.o.

They developed many new habits after that.

Ryan went to work as an actor on Broadway. Gabriella made a habit of making every showing and letting every female fan know that he had a wife, thankyouverymuch.

Gabriella became a chemistry professor at Columbia. Ryan made a habit of letting every cocky male student of hers know that she had a husband, thankyouverymuch.

They started having sex, much to Sharpay's relief, who thought they were freaks for waiting five years to "do the deed".

They drank coffee and ate breakfast together every morning no matter what.

They had weekly dinners with Zeke and Sharpay at the restaurant that had brought Zeke and Sharpay back together.

But there favorite habit still had to be kissing. For after all those years, ok so only five, the spark never died and the kiss was never less powerful, less attractive, less sexy to either of the two.

THE END

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