A/N: Okay, so I finally decided on what they are going to do next. I absolutely promise some Troypay fluff added. Major Troypay fluff. Thanks to those who reviewed!

Sharpay's P.O.V

I woke up to find myself with my hair in tangles and everything. And I found Troy too. Beside me. I got up quietly, careful not to wake Troy up in the process as he woke up in the middle of the night just for me. Me. Seriously? I was pleased. But I couldn't fall for him. It'll be a mistake. A huge mistake. Didn't I realize that last Christmas already? He was so mean. I can't just fall right into his trap, that would make it much too easy for him Far too easy.

But the thing is, I already did.

But that didn't mean I could not allow him to fall in love with me right? I had to look my best. Especially in front of my true love.

What?! True love?! Sharpay Evans, you are so dramatic. You got to stop, you cannot, and I repeat, absolutely cannot, fall in love with Troy. On account of what he did to you, why do you even like him? He practically betrayed you, you know that? And you don't feel mad?

Of course I'm mad. It took me such a long time to forgive him and Gabriella, even if they didn't know that. They didn't even know that I saw them.

And to the death of me, he acted like I never did anything. Like it was just a silly joke or something, but I'm sorry to say that, no, it wasn't a joke. I was serious.

I was dead serious.

I know it's wrong to love him and not love him at the same time. But I can't help realizing that what he did to me shattered my heart into a million pieces.

He's mean, but why can't I stop loving the way he smiles, the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he doesn't seem to care about me.

Okay, I don't like him not caring about me.

He won't like you back anyway, so why do you even bother? Do you remember what he did to you last Christmas?

I remember.

He took my heart, stomped on it, put it in a blender, ate it and threw it up. He was downright heartless.

I shook myself out of my trance and got up to get ready to start the day. After a shower, and a change of clothes, but not before brushing my teeth, I went downstairs, which was quite difficult because of my ankle.

There was no one there, then, I remembered that my parents had gone out for the week to attend a funeral of one of my dad's business associates, and Ryan was out for a fortnight with a couple of his friends to do volunteer work in some third world country.

I was the only one at home, besides Troy, of course.

Troy's P.O.V

I woke up only to find myself in familiar surroundings, but it wasn't my bedroom.

It was Sharpay's.

The aroma of pancakes wafted through the air and into Sharpay's bedroom. You could tell that it was going to be a satisfying breakfast.

I walked into Sharpay's bathroom and stared at myself. I looked a mess. My clothes were rumpled, and my hair…my god…my hair was just…plain weird.

I got myself presentable in the shortest amount of time that I could because the smell of the pancakes was just too difficult to resist.

And the thought of someone else too.

I walked down the stairs to find Sharpay sliding pieces of pancakes on two separate plates that were placed on the island in the kitchen. Which looked…painful. Her ankle, I mean, not the pancakes.

"Hey."

"Sleep well, Troy?"

"I guess."

"We're the only ones home, because mom and dad went out of town and Ryan went tosome one else's house overnight."

"Oh, okay."

"You know, you're my best friend."

"You're mine too."

I sat down on one of the stools around the island, there was a plate stacked high with pancakes in front of me. Without another word, I dug in, not really caring that I wasn't even invited to her breakfast. I mean, she made it clear that no one else was here and there were two plates full of pancakes. And, she could make some more, right?

I noticed that she was glaring at me while I was halfway into my second pancake.

"What?"

She kept glaring.

"Is it my fault that your pancakes taste so good?"

She kept glaring.

God, she even looks beautiful when she's angry.

"Shar…"

She kept glaring.

"Please stop Shar…"

She kept glaring.

I figured the best way to stop the glare was to ignore her, so I did. I went back to my breakfast. I didn't dare to look up, because if I did, the plan for ignoring her would be foiled.

But I knew that she was still glaring at me. I could sense it. She was waiting for me to finish the pancakes and not have anything to occupy myself with. And she was right.

I looked at her and blinked. Then, I pretended to head off towards the door, when she stopped me.

"You. Are. So. Rude."

"Am I? I sure wasn't the one that didn't reply when some one tried to start a polite conversation with her, was I?"

"Eating pancakes without being invited."

"You could make some more, right?"

"My. Ankle. Is. Sprained."

"I'm sorry, best friend. Will you ever forgive me?"

"Yes, Troy, on account of you coming over last night."

"No problem. What are best friends for?"

And secret admirers.

"Yeah, thanks anyway."

"So, I should be heading off now, maybe I'll come over later, bye!"

"Bye, Troy."

I walked out the door and headed towards my house.

It was a perfect day, with the sun not that sweltering hot neither that freezing cold. I could see a couple holding hands and walking towards me and smiling at each other. They were talking, but I could tell on very light subject- nothing serious.

You know, I want to be like them. With Sharpay. I want to talk to her on unimportant subjects on a beautiful day and tell her I love her.

But I don't even know if she has those knid of feelings towards me.

But, even if she doesn't,I could make her fall in love with me, right?

Yeah, I'll show her how much I care and I'll be the best person that anyone's ever been. I'll show her how it's like to be in love and she would fall in love with me.

But the thing is, it's not like I can demand her to love me just because I do sweet things to her…

OMPF!

I bumped into someone. It was Chad.

"Hey Chad."

"Oh, hey."

"So where're you off to?"

"Just back home, where did you go?"

"Sharpay's house."

"Ohh… This early in the morning?"

"I spent the night there."

"Ohh…after your date last night?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I…uhh…Gabriella."

"Oh."

"So what did you do last night?"

"It's not like that! We're just friends, nothing else."

"But you want to be more, right?"

"She doesn't like me back."

"How do you know that?'

"I can tell."

"You'll never know until you try…"

"I'm not telling her how I feel, okay?"

"Can I just say, that, if you tell her, your life would be much easier. You won't have to worry so much about whether she likes you back or not and if she doesn't, that is, like you back, which is way unlikely, she will still be your friend. Because we all know that Sharpay's not the kind of person to hate you because you want to be her girlfriend, right? She'll still be your friend, so what do you have to lose?"

"Everything."

"Huh? I don't understand."

"Look, I know that she doesn't like me, so please just let me have the benefit of doubt, just let me have this tiny glimmer of hope, that she might actually like me back, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever you say, but I still think the best thing for you to do is to tell her how you really feel. Just think about it."

"Yeah, all right, okay, I will."

I will.

I will tell her.

I will tell her.

I will tell her.

Will I?

As I headed the rest of the way home, I finally made up my mind; if I really wanted Sharpay to be my girlfriend, which, for the record, I really do, I will have to confess my feelings towards her, no matter what.

No matter how she might take it; no matter what it would do to our relationship; no matter what will change between us; and most of all, no matter whether this is the best decision is the best…or the worst decision I've ever made.

In. My. Life.

But, not considering whether this is the best or worst decision, this decision was definitely the hardest decision I've ever made in my entire life.

But I've got to do this.

I can't just go on with life, pretending that everything's okay; I can't. Maybe you can, but not me. I know its going to be nerve racking and everything. And there was a chance that she might not like me back; a very huge chance.

But, whatever.

I will tell her.

I finally reached my house. I got in to find Mom in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Troy."

"Hey, mom."

"Where did you go?"

"I stayed at Sharpay's overnight."

"Why?"

"She had nightmares."

"Are you two…"

"No."

"Then why…"

"I'm her best friend, and besides, I was the one who made her watch the movie that she got nightmares about."

"Do you want …"

"Mom…"

"Just tell me, do you want Sharpay to be your girlfriend?"

"Yes, I do I really, really do. But I'm not sure she wants to be."

"Then tell her."

"That's what I am planning to do."

"Good for you. Tell me when you finally tell her?"

"Mom…"

"What?"

"No."

"Okay, okay! I'll know what happens eventually."

"Eventually."

I trudged up to my bed room and hopped unto my bed, yes, I know, childish for a sixteen year old.

I lay down on the covers and stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought. There seemed to be a battle going on and my mind was the battlefield.

This is the right decision. You've made the right decision. Don't worry.

Don't tell her! It's so going to ruin your perfect relationship with Sharpay. It's not the right choice.

It's the right choice. You are every girl's dream. You can get every one to fall in love with you; so why should Sharpay be any different? Plus, she's your best friend and you are her's.

There! That's my point exactly. There's too much at risk. What if, just what if, she doesn't love you back? Then you will have nothing left; no best friend, no future with Sharpay, and worst of all, she might not even want to talk to you ever again!

But think about the bright side. If she really likes you, you will have Sharpay as your girlfriend! It makes you happy even having 'Sharpay' and 'girlfriend' in the same sentence. Its all good.

You seriously have got to rethink this. Sharpay might not even like you at all, so why even bother telling her? Don't let Chad get into your head! Yeah, talk to someone else, to see if their opinions match Chad's.

If I had to talk to one more person about my situation with Sharpay, that person would be obvious.

I picked up my phone and hit the speed dial-I haven't even bothered to change it since our breakup.

"Gabriella?"

"Yeah, Troy?"

"I don't know how to talk to you about this…since you are my ex girlfriend and all, but I have to ask you for advice."

"It's about Gabriella."

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"It's so obvious."

"Right. Uhh, okay. I really really like her. Its almost like…love. And I want to tell her that. But I'm not sure what it'll do to our relationship."

"Do you think you'll lose anything by telling her?"

"Uh, um, I'll lose our friendship if she doesn't like me back."

"Would she do that? Would she really not be your friend anymore just cause you're in love with her?"

"Actually, come to think of it, no."

"And what do you have to lose if you don't tell her?"

"We won't be together."

"And would you like that?"

"NO! THAT WOULD BE THE WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO ME!"

"So? What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, thanks Gabriella!"

I hung up the phone and rushed to my car. On the way to Ashley's house, I remembered that it was almost lunch time. I made a detour to McDonald's and bought a couple of burgers from the drive thru.

I parked the car in Sharpay's drive way and grabbed the burgers.

Ding! Dong!

I stood there, waiting patiently, thinking about what I was going to say, when Sharpay opened the door.

"Hey, Troy. What are you doing here again?"

"Can't I come over to visit my injured best friend?"

And confess my feelings to her?

"Of course you can!"

She stepped back to let me in the house and limped her way to the couch. When I say her difficulty in walking, I immediately went over to help her.

Both of us plopped down on the couch as I offered her the burgers from McDonald's. She took one and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. I agreed, and let her choose.

I popped the DVD into the player and sat back down on the couch. I was contemplating on how to tell her my feelings.

Looking over to my right, I saw here, in her short shorts with a white tank top. She was munching unto her burger. I started on mine, too.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, and our burgers were done.

When do I tell her?

I looked at her and saw that she was engrossed with the movie.

Maybe after the movie.

So I waited until after the movie. I just couldn't get enough courage to tell her.

We watched another movie.

I looked at her again. She was staring back at me. I was kind of embarrassed and looked at the television screen. The leads were kissing. I looked back at her again. She was looking at me, too.

I was leaning in unconsciously towards her. I was pleasantly surprise when I saw her leaning in towards me too.

Our faces mere inches away from each other. I pushed my lips out and reached for her back.

When she felt me touch her, she inched towards me, but our faces never moved away. They only moved closer. When I was about to go in for it, her phone rang.

Ring! Ring!

I moved away, disappointed. But I'd decided, no more putting it off, her wanting to kiss me only proved that she likes me that way.

Sharpay's P.O.V

What did I just do? I almost kissed Troy! I can't love him! Whatever he's doing, he's just playing with me! Don't fall for it!

I picked up the phone and saw the caller identification.

"Yeah Gabriella?"

"Hey Sharpay, where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"You promised to meet me at the beach now, remember?"

"Sorry Vanessa, but I can't go, I sprained my ankle, so, I can't go."

"Oh, that's fine. Since you sprained your ankle. How's it feeling?"

"Better after yesterday."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Click.

I looked back at Troy, he was staring at me intently.

Oh, no. Is this because of the fact that we almost kissed?

"Uh, Shar, I have something I want to tell you."

"Hmmm?"

"I really really like you. No, wait. I love you."

Tears were brimming from my eyes.

Wait. What? How dare you. How dare you say you love me when you clearly don't. How dare you play with my feelings like that.

"I…uh…I don't know what to say."

"Say that you love me. Please?"

"But… I don't."

Liar.

"What? Then what was that about? When we almost kissed just now?"

"That… that was just-"

"Why are you doing this to me? Why do you say that you don't love me when you clearly do?"

"What do you mean I love you? How can I love you after what you did to me?"

"Wait. What did I do to you?"

"See? You don't even know!"

"Well, I won't know if you refuse to tell me!"

"You don't need to know."

"Why don't I?"

"Because it's not important to you!"

"But it is! I really want to know what I did to make you so mad to think that I don't love you when I really do!"

"Because you're playing with me. You're just playing with me."

"I'm-"

"Save it."

"But, Shar-"

"Don't call me Shar. Out."

"Please let me explain-"

"How do you explain something when you don't know a thing about it?"

"Then tell me, please?"

"We're done."

"Please!"

"Out."

I had no choice but to reject him. He doesn't love me. He doesn't. He's just playing with my feelings. He doesn't love me.

Okay, this was a bit longer than other chapters, but that's to make up for the long time in between this and the next update. And sorry for the not adding the fluff, because its kinda hard to add the fluff when they're not dating. Please review.Thank you.