It's -35 here in Calgary, which has caused the pipes in my apartment to freeze. On top of that my car wouldn't start this morning, so I had to call my parents to drive me to work. It was probably for the best, though. I nearly slammed into a street light yesterday - don't drive a sports car in the winter! It's a bad idea. All of this led to me deleting the rather sappy chapter "We Live For Love," and replacing it with "No You Don't."

Now that we're three chapters in, did anyone notice that the chapters are named after the songs from the album "In the Heat of the Night"? No? Does anyone here listen to Benatar? Does anyone know who Pat Benatar is? Of course you do. We've all played guitar hero.

Disclaimage: If I owned High School Musical I wouldn't live in an apartment with frozen pipes.

Troy was woken up from his sleep by a loud banging on the front door. He threw off the blanket that was covering him and got up from the couch that he spent the night on. His body ached as he walked towards the door, where someone was still knocking. Whomever was on the otherside really wanted in, they were pounding on the door with all of their might, and from the sound of it they wouldn't stop until someone let them in.

"Hold on!" Troy yelled as he reached for the doorknob. He opened the door and instantly regretted it as he felt someone slap him across the face, "Shar?" he asked his wife, "what are you doing here?"

"What the hell, Troy!?" Sharpay yelled before slapping him again, "What is this!?" She waved his letter infront of his face.

"How did you find me?" Troy asked as he rubbed his face. He had forgotten how hard Sharpay could hit.

"How did I find you!? Who else is going to take you in!?" Sharpay forced herself into Chad and Taylor's apartment, although Troy did little to stop her. He had already been slapped twice. "How stupid do you think I am, Troy!? Chad is your only friend who still lives in Albuquerque! It doesn't take a genius to figure out where you went!"

"Okay, that's one question answered. That still leaves the question of why your here," Troy pointed out.

"Why am I here? Why am I here!? Why do you think I'm here!? You left me in a note!" Sharpay would have probably continued if it weren't for the sound of Taylor and Chad's bedroom door opening.

"What's going on here?" A confused Taylor asked.

"I'm yelling at my fucking soon-to-be-ex-husband! That's what!" Sharpay snapped.

"Oh," Taylor replied with shock, "Well. We'll, uh, be in here if you need us," she nervously backed into her room.

"A note, Troy?" Sharpay's voice had suddenly dropped, she was speaking quietly, "how could you leave me in a note?" she sank down onto the couch that Troy had been sleeping on, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Shar," Troy said as he sat down beside her, "I should've told you some other way. I took the cowards way out."

"You're damn right you did!" Sharpay yelled, "don't you respect me at all!?" Her anger was back in full force, and she was once again ready to kill him.

"Of course I respect you, Shar. I know that this note doesn't show it, but I really do! Other than this what would make you think that I didn't?" Troy knew that he hadn't made the best decision with the note, but he did feel a bit hurt that she didn't think he respected her anymore.

"When," Sharpay started to yell but her voice cracked, and she began to sob, "when you cheated on me!" She leaned into him and continued to cry into his chest.

"I've never cheated on you, Shar! I can promise you that!" Troy told his former lover. Sharpay pulled away from him and looked him in the eye.

"Do not lie to me Troy, not anymore. I get that you don't love me, but don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!" Troy said angrily. He knew that he had done things to make her angry at him, but he felt betrayed that she would think that.

"I know that you are, Troy! I'm not stupid!" Sharpay replied, trying to contain her rage.

"When do you imagine that I cheated on you?' Troy asked her.

"On the way back from my parents beach house! That's when! I woke up in the middle of the night and you were gone, then you try to sneak back into bed at six in the morning smelling like cigarettes and cheap perfume!" Sharpay yelled back, before slumping back down on the couch, avoiding looking him in the eye.

Troy opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. He looked at her with pain in his eyes, unsure of what to do to try and make this situation right. "You have no come back for that, Troy? No excuse? No lame attempt to cover up the fact that you left me late at night to go bang some random chick?" Sharpay asked, holding back her tears.

"I didn't cheat on you, Shar, I really didn't,"

"You actually expect me to believe that. I was stupid enough to believe that you loved me, but there is no way that I'm stupid enough to believe that." Sharpay laughed a little.

"I didn't Shar. I had the oppurtunity, but I didn't," Troy told her, his anger just barely held in.

"You didn't? Really? I can forgive you for the letter now. Come back to me Troy!" Sharpay held his arm tightly and looked at him with hope before rolling her eyes and turning away.

"You always have to be a drama queen, don't you?" Troy muttered.

"Repeat?" Sharpay turned to glare at him.

"Just like that! Most people say 'What?' or 'excuse me?' but no, you always have to be so god damn dramatic!" Troy was no longer trying to hide his anger.

"Troy, you up and left me for no reason. You don't get to be mad at me," Sharpay angrily pointed her finger at Troy.

"It wasn't 'no reason'!" Troy said as he pushed her finger away, "You always had to be in control! Always had to get things your way! I didn't even get to choose my own career! You had it picked out for me before we were even married."

"I gave us a dream life, a good home, stable job, and everything that we could ever want!"

"Yeah, I always wanted to grow up to work with statistical analysis," Troy replied sarcastically.

"Uh huh, and I was the only thing holding you back from being a basketball playing astronaut." Sharpay replied with the same sarcastic tone.

"See, this is why I never told you about this before! If something doesn't go your way you freak out! You've never grown up, Sharpay," he finally let her know what he had been thinking for awhile.

"And hurting me like this is something grown up? You couldn't have said it to my face?" Sharpay said, once again waving the letter at him.

"I told you before, I was a coward. I'm sorry," Troy replied, snatching the letter away.

"I know your a coward. You could only tell me you hate me when you thought I was asleep." Sharpay whispered.

"I'm sorry," was all that Troy could say.

"Sorry? You think that will change anything? I love you Troy! And I thought you loved me too, apparently I was wrong." Sharpay stood up from her seat on the couch and headed towards the door. Troy jumped up off the couch and grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Shar," He began.

"Sharpay," she told him sternly.

"Sharpay, I'm so sorry. If I could go back and change things,"

"No more Troy," she cut him off, "I just came to say that you're an ass, and that even though I still love you, I hate you. I really do hate you, Troy Bolton." She pulled her arm out from his grasp and walked over to the door. As she stood in the doorway she turned to give him one last look.

"Goodbye, Troy," she whispered before pulling the door closed behind her.

"Goodbye, Sharpay," Troy whispered to himself.

After writing that all that I can say is this:

Exclamation points are fun!

I'm a strange sort of person…

Also, dialouge and I aren't the best of friends. We're get along fine, don't get me wrong. We can work together and we sort of have an understanding of what the other wants from us, but I don't expected to be invited to it's wedding. Which is a shame. I hear it and punctuation have a really good caterer.