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Disclaimer- they aren't mine.

"I don't hear any talking in thereee" A small voice yells from outside finally breaking the silence the two of us find ourselves in.

"I'll give you all so much pool time that you won't be able to remember what water feels like!" you scream to them without breaking the icy stare you've been giving to me for what feels like an eternity.

"That's not true." Xavi smiles as he sticks his head into the classroom, "Plus if you did that then we'd just have more time to torment you, sounds like a win win to me."

"Ha, he's got you there." I laugh as he exits the room.

"Shut up, Bolton."

"She speaks, good Lord above I thought you were becoming a mute."

Silence.

"Guess I spoke too soon, well I guess I am just going to have to guide this conversation until you decide to join so we can get untied. Let's see, did I ever tell you our championship season? Well gosh, I guess this is just the most perfect time. You see I always knew we were going to be good, and my intense workouts were finally going to work out. You see every morning Chad would come over and we would run 50 suicides. What's a suicide? Don't worry Shar, I'll tell ya. A suicide is when you stand at the…"

"Bolton."

"Hold on, you stand on the end line and then you sprint to the foul line…"

"Bolton."

"Touch it, run back to the end line, touch that, run to the half court…"

"BOLTON."

"That's not my name, anyway as I was saying you run to the half court line, touch it, run back to the…"

"TROY"

"Yes?" I grin finally making eye contact with you, "Did you need something Pay?"

"UGHH you're impossible, how did they even tie you down Troy? I thought you were Mr. Strong Athletic Stupid Head." You're frustrated, it looks good on you.

"Stupid Head? Good one. Pay. You're one to talk they had you tied up in no time."

"Most of them weigh more than me Bolton, besides Julian said that we were playing prince and princess and they we going to tie me up so he could save me."

"HA you got outsmarted by a 7 year old!"

"Whatever Bolton, I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't even tied up. I bet you're loving being this close to me."

"Trust me if I had anything to do with this I'd make sure the first thing they'd cover would be your mouth."

"That's not true."

"How would you know? It's not like you spoke to me at all this past 24 hours." Wow only 24 hours? It's felt like so much longer than that, but then again we have been pretty inseparable lately. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, "And when you have you've been yelling at me and punching my eye."

"You deserved it."

"I was standing up for you. Dammit Sharpay, did you not hear what he said "Oh I see you're still a screamer" and the way he was looking at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. He's lucky all I did was tackle him."

"Why do you care anyway?"

"Because you're my friend, Sharpay, I care about you. I mean duh look at the friend wall. I drew you." I smile while nodding my head over to the pictures we drew of our friends.

"Well I can take care of myself."

"Obviously." I reply motioning to my eye. "Now can you please forgive me so we can be friends again and get untied. Well maybe we'll leave you tied up, so Uncle Troy can have some fun later." I wiggle my eyes and smirk.

"Do you want Aunt Sharpay to give you another black eye?" You reply, attempting to conceal your smile.

"I could get into rough stuff."

"Perv."

"Only for you. Friends?"

"On two conditions."

"Ok."

"One, you don't ask about, hit, touch, push, pretty much do anything or say anything about Kyle."

"Sharpay."

"Troy."

"Fine, but if he does something like that again…"

"You'll do nothing; I can take care of myself."

"Fine." I angrily reply. "Two?"

"Two, you have to be my slave for the day on Saturday."

"Kinky."

"Bolton."

"Troy." I correct

"Fine Troy." You reply through your teeth.

"Yes dear?" I grin

"I hate you."

"No you don't now ask nicely."

"Deal or no deal, Troy."

"Oh can we play that? You can wear one of those dresses and hold the briefcase. I can play Howie or even better the super hot contestant who wipes you off your feet and invites you back to the hotel room he wins with all of his reward money, he wins it all ya know, and when you're back in the room you play some real games"

"TROY."

"I'm just messing with you, Pay." I smile removing the rope from around my body which earns a very shocked pissed off look from you. "Of course I'll be your slave. Anything so we're still friends" I grin as I walk behind you. "And you were right; I couldn't resist the opportunity to be tied up with you, and our knees touching for that hour with the smoldering look in your eyes, merely a bonus." I whisper in your ear as I walk to the door, "This is for the black eye."

"Hey kids!" I scream outside. "Did I ever tell you how ticklish Sharpay is?" No sooner do the words leave my mouth, do 9 excited kids run past me with their little hands out ready to tickle.

"TROYYYYYYYYY, I'm going to kill you."

"No you're not" I smile as a run over to join the fun, "I've got her legs."