Chapter Four:

I sat in Zeke's living room with Zeke(duh!), petting Prince, and watching the music videos.

"She's too thin." I complained and looked up at Zeke. "What do you think?"

Zeke looked down at me, a little afraid at whatever I might say to his comment. "Yeah, too thin." he said. I knew it was just to make me happy, but I was glad he was trying.

"Zeke, I need to tell you something." I sighed. The words slipped my mouth before I could realize what I was saying. I didn't want to tell anyone why I was mad at Ryan. Not yet. Even if it was obvious to a common fool to guess why.

"Yeah Shar?" he asked.

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say. But finally. "Your cake's too dry. But it's okay, it's still good! Just...moisten it?"

He smiled. "Sure Shar, next time." he said.

I smiled back. That was a close one. Too close.

Zeke changed the channel and Scooby-Doo was on. I haven't seen this in years.

"Sharpay, when ou were little did you ever act out characters of tv shows with your friends?" Zeke asked.

I smiled. "Yeah, with Ryan." I admitted. "Did you?"

He nodded. "I was that puppy right there, every time." he said and pointed to the Great Dane on the television screen.

"Aww, that's adorable!" I joked and pinched his cheek. He laughed and began to tickle me. I squeeled hysterically and Prince started barking. "Zeeeeeke!!!!!!! Stop!!!"

"Say uncle!" he laughed. He was completely enjoying this.

"Never!" I objected between laughs. "Fight the revolution!"

"The British are comming! The British are coming!"

I went hysterical, not because of the joke, but the tickling. Finally, we fell off the couch, rolling around on the floor. Prince still barking. Then, at last, Zeke stopped tickkling me and rolled next to me on the floor. Prince jumped on his stomach and barked at him. I sat up and grabbed my baby Yorkie. Slightly glancing at my watch, 9: 47.

"Hey, Zeke, we gotta go. I'll see you later." I told him, hugged him, and walked towards the door.

"Do you need a ride?" Zeke asked.

I nodded and bit my lip. "Would you?" I pouted.

"Of course!"

So we got into Zeke's, red, Ford Explorer and he started driving me back to Lava Springs. Zeke was a sweetheart. Even though he had no idea why I wasn't speaking to Ryan, he wouldn't ask.

"What do you want to listen to?" Zeke asked and turned the radio on. "Just no Show Tunes this time."

I slightlly laughed and pressed number 4 on the radio. The song Sorry, Blame It One Me by Akon came on. I turned it up a bit and bobbed my head to the music. I looked at Zeke smiling. "You're funny you know that?" I randomly asked.

He shrugged and acted modest. "So people say."

I laughed. "Can I tell you something? It's the reason why Ryan and I aren't speaking. Why I'm not speaking to him at least." I explained.

Zeke turned the music down. "Of cours, Shar, you can tell me anything. I'll be there." he said sincerely.

"I'm only not speaking to him, because he's been neglecting to do anything with me. He's always with the Wildcats, no offense to you, but I felt left out. Then he began drowing me out with music. Not caring about past musicals. Talking about Ms. Darbus. Mentally hurting me without realizing it.." I admitted.

Zeke looked down, then back at the road. "Do you want me to speak to him?" he asked.

"No!" I shouted abruptly. "Please don't. I'm being as out0in-the-open as possible and he's too dim-witted to realize anything. I want him to find out why."

He smiled. "Okay, Shar." he said. "I promise."

I smiled and kissed the palm of my hand and placed it to his cheek. He blushed a bit.

Finally we arrived at Lava Springs. "Thanks, Zeke. Bye." I said, waving Prince's wittle arms, then I held Prince to my side and kissed Zeke's cheek for real. "Goodnight." Then I hopped out of the car.

Zeke pulled away as I was greeted by the Sharpettes. "Sharpay!" they greeted in unison. They bounced over to me. In some, strange way, they reminded me of poodles. I laughed at my odd thought. The looked at me smiling still. Their strange looks disappeared after a good few days. Now they admire me again. Good for them.

"Hold Prince on teh way back to the suite" I said handing my pup to Tracie, then I patted her head. "Good girl."

The other two exhanged smiled as Tracie carried Prince. We walke back to my suite and I took Prince back. "Toodles!" I said and shut the door. I walked in, my parents were siting in their armchairs, sipping tea.

"Where's your son?" I asked.

"He's at Chad's with the other boys," my dad explained, "Finishing up a game of basketball, he said."

I shrugged. "Night, parents." I said and headed into my room, putting Prince in his wittle, blue, fuzzy bed. "Goodnight, Princie." I kissed the top of his head and opened the sliding door to the balcony. I looked out at the gold course and sat on my comfortable, outdoors chair, sighing in awe at the moonlight.

"Zeke's a sweetie." I sighed to myself. "Maybe I should give him a chance?"

I took one last look at the moonlight and walked back into my room. I changed into my pink, silk nightgown and slid beneath my fuzzy blanket. It was warm and cozy. I clapped my hands and the nights shut off.

I felt Prince jump up beside me and cuddled next to me. I patted his head and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.