Disclaimer- I own nothing of HSM and it's not fair –pout-
Paring-Troypizzle (that's my way of saying Troypay)
Summery-Parents just don't understand. Its like Romeo and Juliet.
Why she never said goodbye
"Ugh, what time is it?" Sharpay asked herself as she woke up.
"Oh. Look who's up early!" Cooed Troy as he woke up.
"Oh My God! Troy did we do what I think we did last night?!"
"I depends, what are you thinking?" Troy wriggled his eyebrow while replying.
"Oh don't play dumb! You know damn well what I mean!"
"Okay! Yeah, we did."
"Troy!"
"What?!"
"Why?!"
"Why what?"
"Why did let this happen? Why the hell didn't you stop me?!"
"Um lets see, well girl-friend plus boyfriend plus really loving each other. You do the math."
"Are you getting smart with me?"
"Sharpay, c'mon I'm 17 your 17. Of coarse our hormones are going wild-"
"Liar! You set me up. You know I can't resist against you." Sharpay interrupted.
"What!? No I didn't. If I do recall, you started it."
"Whatever. Look I need to get home. My parents must be worried."
"You really should consider getting your own place."
"Not yet."
"Okay. But it's really fun, I mean you get to do whatever you want."
"I don't care. Ugh, where's my shirt?"
"In the hall."
"Ugh!"
"Want me to give you a lift?"
"What do you mean by that?!"
"Sharpay. I mean drop you off at home."
"Oh. Fine."
After they got themselves situated, they finally left. Troy and Sharpay were listing to Ashley Tisdale's Headstrong Album, Sharpay's choice of coarse.
"Troy, what are we going to do? Shit what am I going to do? What about my future, you know, as a performer." Sharpay said as she broke the silence.
"What are you talking about?" Added Troy.
"Well, what if I'm…you know…Pregnant?" Sharpay said in a whisper.
"Well what if your not? You just have to think positive."
"I'm trying to but what if I am. What will my parents think? What will the kids at school think?" At this point tears started to stream down her cheek.
"How about if I buy one of those pregnancy test thingies?" Suggested Troy.
"Fine. I really don't care right now."
"Sharpay, please cheer up?"
Sharpay just stared out of the window thinking of how everyone, including her, would handle that fact that she is pregnant, if she is.
"Hey, you wants some coffee or a doughnut?" Troy asked in a soft sweet voice.
"I'm not hungry."
"Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Sharpay just continued to stare out of the window, this time blankly. Sure enough after about 7 minutes Troy came back.
"I bought you a decaf cof-"
"I said I wasn't hungry!" Scowled Sharpay.
"But this isn't food."
"I don't care. It's close enough."
"Well here. I believe this is for you." Troy then handed her the bag containing the pregnancy test. The rest of the drive to Sharpay's house was silent.
"Okay, we're here." Troy said as they pulled in front of her house.
"Okay. Hey nobody's home?"
Troy and Sharpay entered the house quietly just incase someone was home.
"Hello, is anybody home." Sharpay's voice echoed throughout the large house.
"Nobody is home I guess." Troy cooed.
"Well that's good 'cause now I can go do this thing without a problem… Hopefully." The fact that she night be pregnant rushed back to her mind again.
"Hurry."
"Hey, you're comin' with me." She exclaimed.
"You mean I have to go in?" Troy whined.
"No you dumbass. You're going to come upstairs and stay in my room just in case anyone comes home."
"Oh, good."
5 minutes past. Troy grew more anxious every second, as did Sharpay. She walked in the room slowly. Her face was pale.
"Well. What did it say?" Troy anxiously asked.
"I'm…I'm…I'm…Pregnant." Tears started to run down her face.
"Oh god. Sharpay." Troy got up from the bed as fast as he could and cradled her.
"Oh Troy!" Cried Sharpay.
"It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright."
Sharpay had finally calmed down after 20 minutes. Troy had gotten a little teary-eyed now and then but he managed not to cry. He remembered that his mom always told him to laugh instead of crying. Right now he didn't feel like laughing.
"What are we going to do?" Sharpay sobbed
"Well you could always get a-"
"No! I can. I can't kill an innocent…person."
"I understand but what are we going to do?" Sharpay could here the concern in his voice.
"I don't know but we can't keep it a secret-"
"Hello, Sharpay. You home yet?"
"Oh no. That's Ryan! Um yeah I'm upstairs getting dressed."
"Oh good your home!" Ryan said with excitement.
"Quick climb out the window." She whispered to Troy.
"Are you crazy. I could fall."
"Which would you rather risk: Falling and breaking a few bones or facing my dad?"
"Ugh, fine."
Troy slowly climbed down the side if the house, gripping tightly on to the railing of the mini porch that Sharpay had right outside her bedroom, and the from their into the little piece of roof over top of the back door.
"Run!" Scowled Sharpay.
Troy did just as she said he ran al the way around the block and back to Sharpay's house to get his car.
"Why is your car right here, son?" Question a somewhat middle aged man not much taller then Troy.
"Um Sharpay had to use it, sir. I took the bus here." Answered Troy.
"Why didn't you just drop her off?"
"Uh, well, see I had to take a shower and she didn't want to get in trouble so I let her use it."
"Is that so? Well if I find out you two did something you weren't suppose to I'll-"
"Jake, leave him alone." Added a woman that seemed about the same age as the man. "Sorry he's just a little cranky. So did you and Sharpay have fun?"
"Yes, Mrs. Evans."
"I told you to call me Julie. I won't be mad."
"I know. I haven't gotten use to it yet."
"Well you should go home and rest. You must of ran alone way." She said sarcastically.
Crap, she knows Troy thought in his head. Thankfully not all of it.