A/N: Most of this story is told in a mix of Troy's mind and mine.
Disclaimer- ya know, I actually did own HSM but someone stole it cause they didn't put a disclaimer and I didn't sue It was a big mess
Pairing- like I said in my other story (I don't remember which one) all my stories are either a Troypay or an everybody –which means no one is going out- story.
Summery- some people pick the wrong things. Some pick right. When Troy realizes he picked wrong what is he to do. He is getting married in a few months. But to the wrong person. What'll happen when he finally listens to his heart and not his mind? Troypay.
Making things right.
Chapter 1"I saw Sharpay today."
"Oh. Well what did she say?"
"Nothing much. We shared hellos and went on with our day." Troy lied.
"Well" Started Gabi happily "The wedding is set! It's in six months!"
"Whoopee" Troy said sarcastically.
"I thought you were happy?" Gabriella said.
"I am, I am. It's just it's a long time from now." Troy lied again.
"I can rearrange that?" Blurted Gabi.
"On second thought we still need to wait a little."
With that Troy basically dashed to the bedroom and went to sleep.
Could this week go by any slower? It was only Wednesday and Troy was getting anxious for the weekend. He really wanted to see Sharpay again.
"Excuse me sir…sir…sir" Called an angry customer.
"Huh? Oh sorry, how can I help you?" Asked Troy tiredly
"Where are the light bulbs?"
"Um, aisle 4…5…6? No, no it's aisle 8."
"Right." Said the customer sarcastically " I'll just go find it myself." And then lift with a "humph"
"Sorry…"
"Yo Troy, boss man wants to talk to you." Chad called out. Troy and Chad did almost everything together. They even got this job, working at Lowe's at the same time. With the same hours.
Troy slowly walked to his boss's office. When he finally got there he slipped through the door.
"Troy your work is getting sloppy why?" Asked a short husky man in about his early forties. Troy though all the hair from the top of his head migrated to the top of his lip. That mustache was too big for his face.
"Well I'm getting married and my fiancé wont stop talking about it. It's killing me." Said Troy taking a seat in one of the over-sized chairs that his boss had in his office.
"Ah yes, marriage. I remember getting married. Worst thing that's happen to me, hahaha!"
"Hehe yeah." Troy let out nervous chuckle.
"Well you gotta pick things up ok? Now go, it's time for you to leave." Just then Troy got up and headed towards his locker to gather his stuff to leave.
Troy drove home in silence and thought about what his boss said. He knew he was kidding but what if that's how his marriage turns out, bad. Gabriella never wants to do anything as it is.
Troy drove into his drive way and sat in the car for a while. Then he let out a long sigh and went inside.
"Yo I'm home." Troy shouted his occasional greeting.
"Must you call me "Yo"? Why can't you say "honey" instead? Yo is what you call your friends." Cooed Gabriella.
"Well then I guess you're not my friend." Said Troy in a kid voice.
"Grow up please." Whined Gabriella. Both of them walked in the kitchen.
"What's for din-din?" Asked Troy still in the little kid voice.
"Arroz con pollo." Replied Gabi with a perfect accent.
"Rice with chicken again?" Troy whined.
"Yup now eat." Troy and Gabriella ate their dinner quietly.
After dinner, Troy went out to the backyard and sat on the chair swing. He looked all around him. That stars just starting to peek out, the cool evening breeze blowing softly, the nice sized house that he bought so he could raise a beautiful family. That wasn't gonna happen. Then he thought about Sharpay and how he felt being around her. It was something that none of Troy's ex-girlfriends could do in high school. Then he remembered a thing that he read somewhere…in one of Gabi's magazines:
"Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."
(Yo yo yoey here's another disclaimer for ya-I don't own that saying I got it from fanfic. -the one and only.)
Maybe Troy was the idiot that picked the rotten apple.
Gabriella came outside to join Troy, which he didn't want.
"What are you doing out here?" Gabriella said taking a seat right next to him.
"Thinking." Troy answered quietly.
"About what? The wedding."
"No." Troy whined. "The wedding is set ok, so just forget about it for now."
"How could I forget about it." Gabi giggled.
"Just do it. I was thinking to myself. So no one else could know." With that Troy got up and headed towards the bedroom.
"Troy wait. Lately you've been acting secluded, in your own land what's wrong?"
"Well let's see, we're getting married but you've taken it upon yourself to spend as much time away from me. It feels like we're strangers, Gabi."
" Well excuse me for trying to planning my dream wedding."
"Yeah, Your dream wedding. Good night. With that Troy walked into his bedroom and went to sleep.
The rest of the week finally sped up a bit. Troy was picking up with his work and he hasn't said much to Gabi lately.
When the weekend finally came around, Troy was the first one up and out of the door. The only thing on his mind right now was spending the day with Sharpay.
When he finally got to her house he rushed to ring the doorbell.
"Hey!" Greeted Sharpay as she answered the door.
"Wow! You look amazing." Retorted Troy as he studied Sharpay. She was wearing an pink t-shirt that read "No present for me, no cake for you", a white mini skirt, and shoes that matched the outfit. Oh and a matching purse.
"And might I say you look mighty fine there too, Bolton." Troy was wearing a faded navy blue Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt with dark blue plaid shorts and white sneakers.
"So where are we off to today Ms. Evans?" Joked Troy.
Sharpay giggled and replied "Roller-skating rink." Troy looked at her with fear. Troy didn't know how to skate. When he was five he went to a roller-skating party and fell and a dude almost ran him over.
"You look scared Bolton. What's the matter, you're too chicken?" Troy blushed.
"NO!…no…no" Replied Troy slowly.
"Yeah ok. Let me get my keys and then we can go." About thirty seconds later Sharpay returned with about fifty keys in her hand. She started to twirl them on her finger and they walked down the very long path.
Please don't drop, please don't drop, please don't… Troy though to himself until the keys, indeed, dropped. Shit, shit, shit. Obviously if you drop something you've got to pick up right? Sharpay bent over to pick up her keys, to Troy, in the slowest possible way. Suddenly Troy felt his pant's get tighter. He ran to his car and sat in it until…well you know. Sharpay stared at him in confusion again. What is with that boy? She thought to herself.
Sharpay took it upon herself to get into his car. "So I guess we're taking your car?"
"Yeah." Squeaked Troy.
The ride to the skating rink was fun filled. Sharpay and Troy sang to songs like Damaged by Danity Kane and Bohemian Rhapsody by queen. Troy attempted to sing Damaged by himself but Sharpay thought it sounded like a dying cat.
Sharpay wanted Troy to skate with her but he refused to skate.
"Oh c'mon Bolton get up and join the party!" Sharpay said surprisingly pulling Troy to his feet quickly. Way to quickly
"Wow you're strong." Retorted Troy as he regained his balance.
"Yeah I know." Just then she dragged him onto the skate floor. Sharpay taught Troy how to skate faster then you can say "Peanut butter and jelly". After they finished skating Troy and Sharpay went to a restaurant.
"Wow this is the most fun I've had in five years." Troy said.
"Me too. This dinner is delicious."
"Yeah." Then Troy found himself staring at Sharpay. Amazing.
"Um quick question, why are you staring at me. Not that I care, I'm just curious."
"Huh oh sorry I was daydreaming again."
"Oh."
"Oh" Troy repeated with a smile causing both of them to start laughing because of Troy's previous "Oh" session.
Once again Troy and Sharpay walked up that long path that leads to her door. Sharpay was twirling the keys on her finger again but she didn't drop them this time.
"Well, I had a great time tonight." Said Sharpay.
"Same here. Oh before I forget, how's Ryan? You two are always together."
"He's good. He got married to Kelsi and moved somewhere."
"Oh" Troy and Sharpay said in unison. Sharpay had a feeling he was going to say that.
"I've never seen the duo apart foe this long until…well I just never saw it."
"Yeah I get that a lot."
"Well goodnight."
"Night." And with that Sharpay watch Troy until he got into his car and went inside.
"Where were you? We had a dinner party to go to an hour ago." Shouted Jared.
"I was hanging out with my friends." That was sort of the truth right? Sharpay replied.
"Oh really. So how come I only saw one of your "Friends"?"
"Because he dropped me off. Why do you need to know my business?" Sharpay started her way upstairs.
"Because, Sharpay, I am your husband…"
"Not yet." Corrected Sharpay.
"Well future husband and when I have a dinner party to go to you must come too. Do you understand?"
"First of all" Sharpay started getting in Jared's face "husband, you're not my father so you don't tell me what I can or cannot do, got it?" Sharpay's voice grew with fury "And I'm not going to any of your dumbass dinner parties with your dumbass friends again. Get it?! Don't start with me Jared, you know I'll kick your ass." And with that Sharpay turned around and went to bed. Leaving Jared feeling…well…dissed!
TBCWait all I gotta say is GO SHARPAY! Don't mess with the power of the Sharpayness. :
Well there's my update. Do you like? I ended it like the last chappy when Troy goes into his room and goes to bed See how much they have in common?!
All hail Troypay!
Troy is a naughty naughty boy again Oh and in the last chappy –this is for you idiot Marri- when Sharpay is talking about "him falling" get creative and think of something. Ya don't need to know all their conversations.
Oh and for all you peeps out there- who wants to give me some ideas for the next chappy? Hehe well anyways R&R
-Lauren