Sharpay felt weird sitting in that bar. Like she was out of place. She didn't know anyone in there and she really felt uncomfortable waiting for Troy to come back with their drinks. As soon as he did, she had crabbed her cocktail and drank it as quickly as she could.

"Woah, you're in a hurry" he said and sat down.

Sharpay finished it and licked her lips "This is actually really good. What is it?"

"It's called A Orgasm" he answered her with a smirk. "It's almost as good as the real thing".

Sharpay couldn't help but blush at that, she was his best friend, but they didn't talk about sex details. She found it too weird. So she just avoided his eyes.

Troy couldn't help but notice that "What was that?" he asked.

"What was what?" she asked in return.

"You blushed" he said.

"No I didn't, shut up" she answered him, avoiding his eyes. She was not ready to talk about her secret with him of all people.

"Wait wait wait, why are avoiding me, Shar? What are you hiding?" he asked again.

"Nothing, gosh, can we drop this?" she tried desperately to not talk about this.

It didn't took long to figure out why she was blushing when he mentioned 'orgasm'. He couldn't believe it and his face surly showed his surprise.

Sharpay saw his reaction and she knew he won't let it go now. She started looking around for a waitress to get a new drink. If she's going to have this talk, then she need more drinks.

"You're a virgin, Pay? Why don't I know about this" he asked. He couldn't believe it. He's seen her with guys, not lately, but she has had boyfriends.

"Troy it's not a big deal, I just haven't found the right guys, okay?" she tried defending herself.

"But, you've had boyfriends, you mean you never wanted to...?" now he felt awkward talking about it too. He didn't know why.

Sharpay finally got her drink and she was too busy finishing it off, then talking to him.

Troy was shocked. His favourite thing is sex and he's her best friend and he didn't know about this. "I can't believe it, Pay. Why don't I know about this?" he asked.

"Because, Troy, this isn't something I feel comfortable talking to you about. It's a kinda of thing you talk with your girlfriends, but seeing as I don't have any, I kept it to myself" she answered him finally.

"But...don't you want to?" he asked.

She sighed, she knew he wouldn't stop until she told him everything "Honestly, of course I do. I'm 24 and I'm a virgin. I always listen to you talk about sex and how you love it, of course I want to experience it myself, but I don't want to do it with a stranger, I want to trust the person, to know that I'm not a one night stand to him" she said and looked around again "Where is that waitress?"

Troy saw she felt embarrassed about it and he didn't want to ask her anymore questions. But he did want to help her somehow, he only didn't know how.

-Later that night-

Sharpay had just finished her eights glass and was feeling good. She never knew being drunk would feel this good and she really did like that drink. She was humming to the songs and moving her upper body to the beat.

Troy was starting to feel buzzed too, but he tried to be more sober then her, so he can take her home after this. But he found her so happy as a drunk. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked.

She looked at him and smiled "Oh gosh, I have never felt so relaxed in my life, Troy. I love being drunk. I wish I could be drunk all the time" she said giggling.

"Believe me, you don't want to do that, you'll have a hangover in the morning" he told her with a chuckle. He saw someone walk over to their table.

"Hi, excuse me, but can I ask you for a dance?" a guy with longer brown hair asked Sharpay.

Sharpay smiled and nodded while getting up. She didn't even think about asking Troy if she can. It was almost like he wasn't there. She walked over to the dance floor and started dancing with the guy. Swaying her hips against him. Moving her body against his. She found herself enjoying it.

Troy just stared at her, for a second, he felt happy for her, but then he saw how the guy was touching her. Grabbing her from places he didn't want to see being grabbed. He couldn't describe that feeling he was having, but he did not like it. He tried looking away from the dance floor, but he felt like he had to look over her. And then he realised what was going on, he was jealous. For the first time in his life, he felt jealous of someone. He didn't want to see that guy dancing with her or holding her like he did. One thing led to another and he didn't know why, but he felt he had to take her away. He finished his drink and started walking over to them. As soon as he reached the dance floor, he tapped the guys shoulder "Can I cut in?"

"Sorry, dude, but we're kinda busy at the moment" he answered and continued dancing with Sharpay.

Sharpay didn't even notice Troy there. She was keeping her eyes closed and swaying to the music. It was like she was in her own world.

Troy didn't like the answer he got and tried again. But this time grabbing his shoulder and turning him around "See I think it's time for you to get lost".

Now Sharpay had heard that. She may be drunk, but she can understand when Troy's mad. She quickly turned around and looked at him. She didn't know what he was doing, but she saw he was almost on the edge of hitting the guy she was dancing with.

"Look, dude.." was all the guy could say, before Sharpay interrupted.

"Actually I'm here with him, so I'm gonna dance with him. Sorry" she tried saying it as sweetly as she could, but the guy took it the wrong way and flipped them off as he walked back to his table.

Troy was about to follow him and give him a piece of his mind, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Don't" was the only things she said. She didn't understand why Troy wanted him to leave, but because she was drunk, she didn't really care.

Troy just looked at her. He didn't say or do anything, just stared at her. It was like he was seeing her in a hole new different light. And he kind of liked it.

Sharpay stared at him back, because she saw that look again. It was the same look she saw in the restaurant. The look she had thought about the hole day at home. So she had to ask "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Looking at you like what?" he asked back. He didn't move from his spot in front of her.

"I don't know. You've never looked me like that. Like you..." she stopped herself from finishing.

"Like I'm what?" he asked again and took a step closer to her. He felt her tense up as he got closer to her.

Sharpay just stared at him and swallowed what she was about to say. She shook her head, suddenly feeling sick "I don't feel so good".

Troy saw her face go white and he got concerned. He grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the bar "Come on, I'm taking you home".

Sharpay didn't say anything, she was actually glad that she felt sick, she didn't want to say anything she would regret in the morning.

-Back at Sharpay's-

Troy was sitting on her bed. Playing with his hands, he was still drunk, but he knew what was going on around him. She was waiting for Sharpay to come back from the bathroom, where she was throwing up for the last 10 minutes. He felt bad for her and wanted to help, but she wouldn't allow him to be in there with her.

Sharpay was finally done throwing up her insides and she looked terrible. She looked at herself from the mirror and swear she would never drink again. She knew Troy was waiting for her and she hoped they wouldn't disgust what happened in the bar. She quickly brushed her teeth to get rid of the smell in her mouth. It was horrible.

Troy was waiting for her to come out. He hoped she felt okay. He didn't want her to be sick. As soon as he heard the bathroom door open, he jumped up and turned to look at her. He saw she was trying to not show she's sick.

She gave him a weak smile and crawled into bed "I'm never drinking again".

He chuckled and sat beside her, just looking at her.

She met his eyes and saw him looking at her like that again. She needed to find out what it meant. "You're looking at me like that again".

"Like what?" he asked innocently. He even didn't know what he's look meant.

She sighed and thought she would just come out and say it "The look, the same look you give all of the girls you hook up with. Why are you giving me that look" she asked.

Troy just stared at her, thinking about what she said. Maybe she was right, but he didn't want to admit to her, that he was jealous in the club. He doesn't want to ruin their friendship.

She closed her eyes "Troy, can you do something for me?" she asked.

"Anything" he said, taking her hand and stroking it.

"Can you sleep with me tonight, I don't wanna be alone" she said, hoping he would say yes.

Troy smiled slightly and took off his jacket. He climbed into bed, next to her and hold her against him, finding it nice to hold her like that.

Sharpay snuggled her head against his chest and sighed deeply "You smell nice".

He couldn't help but laugh at that, she always knew how to make him feel comfortable, even in a awkward situation "Thanks, you too."

Sharpay let out a scoff "Yeah, only that I smell like vomit".

"No you don't, you still smell like strawberries" he said and looked down on her.

She couldn't help but smile and looked up at him too "What?" she asked with a laugh.

Troy didn't answer this time and only started at her. He couldn't help it. It was almost like he was looking at her for the first time. And without even knowing it, he leaned closer to her.

Sharpay saw what he was doing, but didn't pull away "What are you doing?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I have to" was all he said and then he kissed her. Softly at first, but as soon as he felt her respond, he deepened the kiss. He didn't care what would happen after that, but then and there, what they were doing, felt right.