Wow it's been ages since I updated this! I hope I didn't lose too many people here. I am really sorry about not doing this for like months, especially when I still had ideas. So, this is part one of the finale, which I guess would be kind of a season finale or something...I dunno, pretty much however you wanna look at it. XD Anyway I think after the finales are done (which I'm not sure how long its gonna take, since this one pretty much took me a week to do with the 2 chapters from the other stories) I might update this once in a while but with like specials, you know? Dylan's first college experience, maybe a family looking into another child, some issues with Troy's and Gabriella's twins, something with Trina growing up...but we'll see soon. And no summary this time either, so it leaves you all just waiting and...well hopefully builds up the tension or something like that. XD So I hope this is decent enough for now, so enjoy!

Chapter Sixteen: The Finale, Part One

"So how was your last day at school Dill?"

Dylan picked his head up and looked at Chad across the dinner table. He'd been so busy staring at his food and moving it across his plate that he'd barely been paying attention. "It was ok, I guess."

"You guess?" Chad chuckled. "I couldn't wait to leave school as soon as I was done with it. I was practically jumping for joy running out of the place. Last time I must've been there was for my sister's graduation."

"Yes, because I was the one who went to all of those back to school nights to meet the teachers and get a feel for Dylan's classes." Taylor stated as she fed some food to Trina, who was barely even a year old by now. On the other side of the table, Cheryl looked even less pleased, and still being in elementary school she had yet to realize the importance of graduation – especially high school.

"We don't have to get dressed up or anything do we?" she moaned.

"Well it would be nice." Taylor replied, eying Chad. "Someone could use a new sports jacket for special occasions."

Chad nearly choked on his food. "Wait, I have to go fancy jacket shopping? Can't you just throw me in jail now?"

"Nice try, but you're not getting out of it that easily." Taylor replied.

Trina just giggled and clapped her hands together before sucking on another spoonful of mushy baby food. Everyone was so entertaining, especially at the dinner table.

"Well why don't you buy a new jacket for Dylan while you're at it?" Chad asked.

"He'll be wearing his graduation gown that day. At that point the most he'll probably need is a nice shirt and tie." Taylor replied.

"He could wear a t-shirt under it." Chad groaned. "C'mon, I wore a t-shirt on our graduation."

"That doesn't mean Dylan will wear the same thing." Taylor informed him, despite the fact that Dylan did get his taste in slogan t-shirt from Chad.

"Guys can we please not make a big deal out of this now?" Dylan asked, breaking the slight argument. "I've still got a couple of finals to get through that we didn't take in class. Graduation is next weekend. We have time to worry about it."

"It's gonna go by faster than you think, kiddo." Chad said looking at his son.

"Don't remind me." Dylan muttered.

"Honey it's natural for you not wanting to leave something that you've grown so attached to. But that doesn't mean it won't be there for you to visit next year." Taylor said.

"I know, Mom." Dylan replied. "But I'm not leaving the school yet."

"Yeah, you got like what, three whole days left there." Chad said as he took a sip of his drink. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

"Dad…" Dylan moaned.

"You act as though he'll never go back to East High again. You know how much he loves that place." Taylor argued.

"It's just a school. There's still U of A. We all know he's going there." Chad retorted.

"Hello, I'm sitting right here." The teen waved his hand.

"Yes we do know, because you went there, it's local, and if Dylan doesn't know what he wants to do then it's a good place for him to get started." Taylor replied.

"We discussed this before. I'm surprised you are letting him go to U of A." was Chad's retort.

"It wasn't my choice to make, it was his. And he made it clear that he could always transfer and that he's keeping his options open."

"And when he was in tenth grade you were looking at all the best schools for him. The cream of the crop just like you applied for."

"They're called options, Chad. I was trying to plan ahead and see if any of them would fit Dylan."

"Oh please, I'm amazed you didn't try to take control of all of it sooner."

"I do not take control of everything."

"Oh cut the crap, you know you do!"

"Name the last time I did take control of something."

"Two weeks ago when you said 'oh let's order Chinese for dinner' when I wanted Italian and before I could call the pizza place and ask for a delivery you already called the Chinese restaurant."

"So you're going to hold something petty like that against me."

"Why not? You used to do it with me all the time."

"We were sixteen, Chad. That was before we started going out."

"Yeah, until you started that argument like two days before you left for Yale."

"Don't pull that with me. You started it first and you know it!"

During the entire argument Trina was opening and closing her mouth, trying to get a grip with it on her spoon so she could eat. But every time Taylor kept moving the spoon so it wasn't steady. Cheryl just looked back and forth between the arguing adults and Dylan couldn't feel more uncomfortable. He was still trying to wonder how they got from one subject to another in an argument so quickly, something he'd never been able to figure out. All he wanted to do tonight was forget that his last days of high school would be taking finals before officially graduating and instead somehow it escalated to a war between his parents. It was just plain horrible. Yes, they argued plenty of times, but they always made up. Dylan was beginning to get more worried, especially with the fighting becoming more frequent.

"You know what, this is just lame." Chad decided.

"I don't even know why I put up with you half the time." Taylor fought.

"Well then you won't have to deal with me tonight. Because I'm sleeping on the couch!"

"You read my mind!"

"Good, we're on the same page for once."

"Well then let me go throw some of your necessities out of my room."

"Our room!"

"Whosever room!"

With that, Taylor stuffed the spoon back in the jar of baby food and removed herself from her chair. She stormed out of the dining room and headed around and up the stairs. After hearing the footsteps stomping up the stairs the last thing they heard was the door slamming. Chad sighed heavily and threw himself out of his seat before forcing his own way into the living room. Dylan just watched as they left on their own, afraid of what this meant now. Cheryl looked at her brother, who seemed so distraught right now, and she didn't even understand why. A fight was a fight, wasn't it? Then she looked at her baby sister who was struggling to reach for the spoon and figure out how to feed herself, if it were possible at all. Finally, Cheryl opened her mouth and broke the silence.

"I know that was pretty rough and all…so I can skip out on my homework and shower then, right?"

-CT-CT-CT-CT-CT-

The next day, Sharpay was frantically pacing around her living room with Kelsi watching her intently. Ryan was stuck watching over one of the finals at East High and had dropped Travis off at the daycare center, and Zeke had to open his bakery early because the three main high schools in the area had so many parties planned, mainly numerous families from each one, so business was going to be booming. Sharpay was free of proctoring exams until Friday, two days later, and Kelsi had the week off after arriving home from visiting family members just the day before. It was earlier than she had expected to be home, but her place was insistent on letting her take the rest of the week off. Her co-workers were quite persuasive.

"Sharpay, calm down." Kelsi tried saying to her. "I'm sure you'll hear back any day now."

"Zeke and I went on that interview three days ago. You'd think they'd call back by now and let us know if we're eligible." The blond groaned as she continued her pacing.

"Maybe they have a lot of applicants or something." Kelsi offered. "How did the interview go, anyway?"

"I was on my best behavior, just like Zeke told me to. I was polite, I was honest, I was professional…" Sharpay explained. Yeah, it was a bit hard to imagine the woman people used to call "Ice Princess" as all of those and more, but one couldn't blame her for trying. After all, she and Zeke had been on hold for an interview at the adoption agency for nearly a month. Sharpay wasn't about to give up now, not when she and Zeke were so close to actually having a child of their own. After discussing it numerous times and getting opinions from friends and family, the couple had decided that adoption was the best choice. They had gotten plenty of suggestions as well, including careful statistics and complicated math stuff or whatever it probably was from Gabriella and Taylor.

"Ok I get all of that. But you're worrying a little too much now." Kelsi replied.

"Well what else am I supposed to do?" Sharpay asked.

Kelsi shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe you just need a distraction. So again, how did the interview go?"

"They were asking all these strange questions. Some of them I'm not even sure if they were all professional to ask." Sharpay said. "Like one was on our experiences with kids. I told them I helped raise my little brother."

"Who's younger than you by ten or so minutes." Kelsi reminded her.

"They didn't need to know how much younger." She shook her finger. "Zeke had it much easier though, he has two younger brothers and like twenty younger cousins."

"Zeke has a way with children." Kelsi said simply.

"And then they asked if I couldn't have children of my own." Sharpay continued. "I told them I could but we'd prefer adoption and Zeke backed me up completely. And then they…."

"Ok, they asked a ton of questions. It was easy for you to try and keep hold of your temper after so long." She interrupted.

"But I managed." Sharpay replied.

"So have you and Zeke decided on a boy or a girl? Or an age group?" Kelsi wondered.

"Actually, we did. Zeke said he'd be happy with either and I know how much he'd love a son, so we agreed on a boy. But I didn't want to deal with going through diaper changing or potty training or anything of the sort." Sharpay responded. "So we're looking for somewhere around six and up, I guess. Gabriella made a big pie chart showing the percentages of kids in certain age ranges that get adopted and Taylor was going on and on about Dylan."

"Well he wasn't adopted until he was at least five." Kelsi estimated. "…And then nine. And you know how attached Chad and Taylor are to him. They love him like he's their own. Dylan even grew so close to them so easily."

"Yeah well I wouldn't mind having a boy like Dylan." Sharpay admitted. "He has good taste."

Kelsi held in a giggle. She knew Sharpay was only saying that because Dylan had complimented her so many times and was always so polite to her, even before he was ten.

"So how many?" she then asked. "One? Or more?"

"We're sticking with one for now and maybe in a few years we'll think about another." Sharpay answered. "Well…I guess unless we see twins that we really get attached to or something. But I'd prefer one." She finally stopped pacing and sat down next to Kelsi on the couch. "And what about you? Are you and Ryan giving us anymore nephews? Or nieces? Or just plan more kids for yourselves?"

Kelsi twiddled with her thumbs slightly. "I'd rather not say…I mean, you and Zeke have far much more to be excited about and should really talking about your child plans instead of conversing about mine…"

"Oh you know that's a bunch of nonsense, Kelsi." Sharpay rolled her eyes. "So, I demand to know. Are you going to give Travis any siblings?"

Kelsi was silent for a moment. It was as though the atmosphere around her had become denser and within that thick fog of confusion she was trying to contain something. But Sharpay wouldn't hear any of it; surely she was persuasive enough to discover what it was. But Kelsi had always been the quiet one. She wouldn't talk about certain issues easily. Unfortunately, this was one of those issues and surely something that she didn't want a soul to know. So that meant either getting off the subject or beating around the bush. In short, whatever it takes to avoid the topic.

"There's nothing to talk about Sharpay. I mean, not with me anyway. I really think you should keep talking…" she started.

"I've been doing all the talking since I could open my mouth and say 'drama'." Sharpay replied by placing her hands on her hips. "You can't get away from me that easily, Kelsi. I will find out no matter what."

"There's nothing to find out, really." She replied.

"And that's nothing more than bologna." Sharpay said.

"Did you know that bologna is actually spelled differently than it's pronounced?" Kelsi inquired, hoping to stray from the hot topic.

"Well actually I have always wondered about that…" Sharpay started. She stopped in midsentence and rapidly shook her head. "Oh who cares about what bologna sounds or tastes like? We have more important matters to discuss!"

"Sharpay…"

"I mean, all I'm asking is why not expand our family? I know after all these years you can surely tell me."

"Of course but…"

"So then clearly there's nothing for you to hide from me and yet you're hiding something from me. Kelsi why are you hiding something from me? I've never let you hide anything from me. If you haven't hid anything from me all these years then why start now? Stop hiding things from me…"

"I can't have any more children!"

Sharpay's mouth dropped. Did she just hear what she thought she heard? She prayed it was wrong. Surely it must have been every woman's nightmare to not have children, even more after one. She could only imagine how Kelsi must have felt. And what about Ryan? Sharpay's only brother…how was he taking the news?

"Have you told anyone else?" she wondered.

Kelsi shook her head. "I haven't told him. The subject never came up."

"What do you mean, the subject never came up?" Sharpay repeated. "Kels, have you ever thought about if Ryan wanted more kids?"

"I'll deal with it then." Kelsi replied. "But until then he doesn't need to know."

"Do you at least know what happened?" she asked.

"Same thing that always happens in a case like this, I guess." Kelsi shrugged her shoulders. "The first baby does something to mess up the system. I'm not going to ask a doctor to go in full detail. I don't particularly want to hear about it either."

"But Kelsi, Ryan deserves to know." Sharpay said. "You know he can get sensitive about some things."

"And like I said, we'll deal with it when the time is right." Kelsi replied. "I'll be sure to break it to him gently, Shar. But he's not going to hate it as much as I am. Just promise me you won't tell him."

"Kels I really think-" she started.

"Promise me, Sharpay." She insisted.

Sharpay just sat there wide-eyed. She never knew Kelsi could be so…assertive. It was so unlike her. And how could Sharpay say no to her? She couldn't, that's how. On the one hand, Ryan was so close to Sharpay as it was and they never really kept secrets from each other…well, that was a lie. Sharpay used to keep secrets from her brother all the time. And the on the other hand, this was a secret that couldn't be kept for long. It'd only be a matter of time before Ryan found out, one way or another. Sharpay actually didn't want to see his reaction to that, or see a fight erupt between him and Kelsi over it.

Finally, Sharpay sighed heavily. "Alright…" she caved, "I won't tell a soul."

-SZ-RK-SZ-RK-SZ-RK

"How was your final, Dylan?"

Dylan closed the door behind him and looked over at Taylor, who was sitting at the counter working on her laptop. Probably sending an email or doing some research on something. It would always be something different.

"It was ok, I guess. It was an AP Government final, is there really anyway to describe it?" he replied.

"I suppose not. Some things will never change. Some things about history were never that interesting." Taylor replied. "How do you think you did?"

"Same as my other finals. Probably a B." Dylan replied going over to the refrigerator.

Taylor eyed him. "You say that every time and you get at least an A." she told him. "I don't understand why you're concerned so much."

"I don't know. I guess it's easy to get lost when you're distracted about something. And it keeps eating away at you. Like every time you try to focus on one thing your mind just wanders somewhere else." Dylan glanced at his mother and wondered if she'd get the message. But when there was no response Dylan took a deep breath and decided to go with asking. "Mom…is something going on with you and Dad?"

Taylor stared at him and raised an eyebrow. She should have seen this coming. Maybe a part of her did but wanted to ignore it. Still, that didn't mean it was fair to leave Dylan in the dark. He was more concerned than Cheryl was, anyway. Not to mention he had seen them fight more time than she could count. Taylor knew – she had lost count after five. "Honey…what makes you think something's going on with us?"

"You guys have been fighting more than usual lately. Like last night at dinner. You were at each others' throats. And the night before, I heard you arguing in the middle of the night and Dad locked himself in the bathroom." Dylan replied. "You guys fought a lot over the past couple of years and now it's getting worse. How bad is it getting, Mom? Bad enough for you guys to get a divorce?" He sounded more than just a little concerned, that much was true. And Dylan had the right to be. But he hadn't considered that perhaps he was misunderstanding the situation or he was making a bigger deal out of it than he needed to. No matter what the reason, he desperately wanted an answer soon. Preferably now.

Taylor was just about to open her mouth and speak until the phone rang. She held up a finger, signaling to Dylan that she'd be brief. She went over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" she asked. "Oh, good afternoon sir. "Judging from her tone and sudden change of voice, it had to be her boss from work. A minute passed and she spoke again. "Today? Now? But it's my day off, sir." Another minute went by. "I understand. Alright, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She hung up the phone and went to turn off her laptop.

"Was that the office?" Dylan inquired.

"Yeah. Apparently something's wrong with one of the machines. I go in that room to make so many copies and get so much coffee everyone there thinks I know how the whole place operates. And then there's something that has to be typed up by tomorrow and it can't wait." Taylor explained.

"What about Trina?" he asked.

Taylor sighed and looked at her watch. Clearly there wasn't enough time for this. "Dylan not now…. Are you going to be ok to watch her?"

He had gotten much better with children – especially babies – since Cheryl was Trina's age, but Dylan wasn't always sure if he could handle any on his own again. He would prefer assistance. "Can't you call Dad and ask him?"

Taylor sighed heavily. "Call him at the daycare center, see if he can leave early or something. If he even wants to." She rolled her eyes and ran upstairs to put her laptop away.

"But Mom what about you and Dad? What's going on?" Dylan gasped.

"We'll talk later alright? I'm sorry but I really have to go." She replied grabbing her keys and a light jacket. "I promise I'll be home by dinner alright? And if I'm not and someone is too lazy to cook for the evening then dip into some of the cookie jar money and use that to order a pizza."

"Vut Mom-" he started again.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to run." She replied. She kissed him on the head, "Love you." Then before Dylan knew it, she was out the door. And he wasn't just left with possibly dinner and his baby sister, but without any answers.

-HSM-HSM-HSM-

"Sharpay you're never going to believe this!" Zeke exclaimed as he ran in through the front door late that night.

Sharpay yawned and look up from her magazine. "Zeke, it's past midnight. You're home later than usual."

"I'm sorry Shar, but it got really busy at the bakery. There's three weddings going on in town at once and I had to get a ton of cakes ready. And I was short-handed because some of my younger workers were in school or taking exams." He explained. "But trust me, once you hear my news it'll all be worthwhile."

"I can only imagine." She muttered rolling her eyes.

"I'm not kidding Shar, this is big." He replied.

"Well how big are we talking?" Sharpay raised an eyebrow.

Zeke only smiled. "Big as in, I got a call on my cell phone from the adoption agency!"

"OMG, no way!" Sharpay gasped, practically jumping off the couch. "Zeke, that's incredible! What did they say? Are we eligible to adopt? Are they considering us? When can we go back? Details, details, details!" She had her hands on his shoulders, now literally shaking Zeke and demanding answers. Now that was the Sharpay everyone knew and…well, sometimes loved and sometimes feared if one looked at the big picture.

Zeke gently put his hands on Sharpay's arms and took them away from his body. "Well they looked over our interview three times. They contacted family members for reassurance. And they were really won over when we said we would rather adopt and give someone a family than have a child of our own like everyone else. They called us unique."

"And? And? And?" Sharpay asked quickly.

Zeke just laughed at his wife's reaction. "We can stop by the agency next week to adopt our first son!"

"No way!" Sharpay exclaimed. "Zeke that's amazing!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Zeke spun her around and wrapped his arms around her, laughing as he did so.

"I know. Shar we're finally gonna be parents!" he grinned widely. "If there's any change in plans the agency's gonna call and reschedule."

"Forget about that!" Sharpay gasped as she jumped down from his level. "We have to get prepared. We have to paint the room for him, we have to buy a bed, we have to buy toys and video games and his own TV…"

"And you're gonna spoil him aren't you?" Zeke chuckled.

She held up a finger at him. "Zeke Baylor, boy or girl you know as well as heck that I would spoil any child of ours. And you're gonna bake him a special cake for his arrival."

"I'd have to find out his favorite flavor and allergies first." He replied.

"Well then at least start brainstorming ideas!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "We'll need to set up the room and buy clothes and plan family vacations and introduce him to his aunt and uncle, and talk about enrolling him in school and buy him books and see if we can get him a pet, but not something that drools and slobbers like a dog or scratches like a cat, maybe some goldfish or something…"

Zeke couldn't help but laugh. He knew Sharpay would start taking control the instant she found out the good news. But even then he still loved her. "I'll go upstairs so we can start celebrating." He said as he headed up to their bedroom.

"And I'll call Kelsi. I have to tell her the good news. Midnight or six a.m. she's going to find out." Sharpay agreed, grabbing the phone off the coffee table. But as Zeke disappeared in the staircase and Sharpay began dialing the number, she slowly felt her body stop. Her brain stopped functioning and her fingers froze on the keypad, constantly pressing the five button over and over again so at least the next ten numbers were nothing but fives. She was more than overjoyed about this. She was getting her first child. But then thinking about Kelsi…if she and Ryan wanted anymore children then they'd have to go through this as well. Sharpay couldn't even begin to think how that would go out. Even now she wondered if Ryan knew or not. She couldn't call Kelsi and give her the news now. Not with the reaction Sharpay figured she would give. Now the thought of having a child was pushed out of her mind and she was thinking of something completely different. The same thought swam through her head over and over again and it didn't even matter if it was true or not. Sharpay was hardly ever one to be unconfident about herself but this was different. This was a rare time and it was hitting her hard. She kept thinking the same thing and no matter how bad she wanted it to, it just would not leave her head.

I'm a terrible sister-in-law.

-SZ-SZ-SZ-SZ-SZ

Dylan tapped his pencil on his desk as his eyes scanned through one of his textbooks. His final exam wasn't for another two days but he wanted to try and remember at least a little of the material before the last minute. A notebook was resting beside the textbook and he was more than ready to take notes from each chapter, just to refresh his memory. But there was one minor issue with that. He couldn't focus. It was the same thing that happened with him during his AP Government final. He kept blanking out. Normally he'd do that if nerves got the better of him or if he had a moment of lapse where he's forget a decent amount of the study material. But that wasn't the case now. Dylan just couldn't get his mind off of his parents. Why did they have to pick now of all times to fight constantly? Why just before he was getting ready to graduate high school? Dill couldn't help but keep asking himself if maybe he did something wrong, or accidentally provoked the fighting in any way shape or form. And what made it even worse, they were fighting just as he was reviewing. The arguing echoed throughout the house and even with his door closed most of the way, nothing was blacked out. It was beginning to drive Dylan crazy.

"Chad this is ridiculous. Why on Earth do you pick now of all times to go?" Taylor questioned.

"You know exactly why Taylor. I can't stay here right now." Chad argued. "My decision is final."

She scoffed. "Just because you're the 'man of the house' does not mean you can make a decision without consulting me or telling the kids about it first. You are going to worry them."

"Well if you tell them where I'm going then maybe there wouldn't be anything for you to worry about. Or them, for that matter!" he retorted.

"I don't have to deal with this and you know it. You always do this Chad. You make things harder than they need to be."

"Don't you pull that with me again!"

Dylan groaned and slapped his pencil against the desk. He was amazed that Trina could sleep through this. He didn't even know where Cheryl was or if she heard what was going on. But before he could even think about doing anything else, his door creaked as it was swung open all the way and Cheryl entered.

"Dill you gotta come see this." She said going over to him and tugging on his arm.

"Not now Cherry. I have to study." He sighed.

"You're the one who's always worried about Mom and Dad. Well now you have a real reason to be." Cheryl replied.

"What are you talking about? You're the one who laughs whenever they do this. It's like you never even worry about them because you're so sure it lasts for no more than a day and they work things out. And what's more ironic, you're the troublemaking one of us and love causing fights yet pay no attention as to when they fight." Dylan reminded her.

She rolled her eyes. "It's different this time. I think it's serious. Dad has a suitcase with him."

Dylan's eyes widened as he snapped his head towards his sister. "What?" he gasped.

"It's true. Come see." She replied, pulling him out of the bedroom and to the staircase. If they stood high enough up at just the right angle not to be seen by their parents, but close enough to see what was going on, then they'd be safe. They did just that and what Dylan couldn't believe was that his sister was right. Chad was closer to the door and was facing Taylor. He had a suitcase in one hand and his car keys in the other, and Taylor had her hands on her hips.

"Don't you even think about leaving this house Chad." Taylor demanded. "We're not finished yet."

"We're finished when I say we're finished!" Chad argued, sounding like he didn't intend on backing down any time soon. "I know how much you hate this, and I'm not too thrilled about it either. But it has to be done. You know it, I know it, heck I bet all of New Mexico and part of Idaho knows it!"

"Idaho is not one of the states surrounding New Mexico!" she yelled.

"Well no need to get worked up over my issues with geography!" he yelled back. "I'm outta here Tay. Don't try and stop me."

"You're walking out on your family if you leave."

"I'll be walking out on my family if I don't leave."

"You know what? Do whatever the hell you want! I don't care anymore!"

"Fine. Go and not care all you want. I'm outta here. And I'm taking my half of the DVD set of the first season of Smallville!"

"Take whatever you want Chad. But I'm taking your half of the closet after all of this!"

"Fine!" He screamed, then stormed out the door and slammed it behind him.

"Fine!" Taylor yelled back and stormed her own way into the kitchen.

Dylan and Cheryl exchanged glances. They ran back upstairs and into Dylan's room, closing the door behind them. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

"Did they really say all of that?" he asked.

"Yeah." She nodded. "They never actually take their halves of their DVD box sets anywhere."

Dylan hit his forehead. "I'm talking about what they were fighting about." He told her. "But Dad said he'd be letting down his family if he stayed here."

"What'd he mean by that?" she asked.

Dylan just shook his head, not wanting what he wanted to say to come out. "Cherry…. I think Dad's cheating on Mom. And he's going back to his other family."

"Wait…so you're saying…that they just broke up?" Cheryl asked slowly, almost afraid that she actually said it.

He shook his head again. He didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was all there. It would explain everything – the fighting, the silent treatments, avoiding talking about each other…. The signs were all there. Dylan saw it happen with a couple of other families and saw scenes like that on reality TV shows, but he never imagined it could occur in his own family. At first he couldn't even bring himself to say anything. But somehow, he let the words escape him.

"I think they did."

TO BE CONTINUED….

Yup, I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger! =0 Now honestly do you really think I'd ever break up the dream team over here? But if you really wanna know what's gonna happen with them you're just gonna have to wait in suspense...you know, if anyone out there really is waiting. ^^' So we had some Zeke and Sharpay in this chapter for a change as well. By the end of the finale they will most definitely have their first child. And then there's that side issue with Kelsi and Ryan. Who ever saw that coming, huh? Sorry, there's not really going to be much Troy and Gabriella here I think. Well...maybe. Not entirely sure yet. But they get so much action as it is we need the minor couples to shine, too. So, now part one is done. Stick around for part two!