The next day, Sharpay woke up feeling so sick to her stomach, just talking make her throw up. The few times she had talked, was quickly followed by her running to the bathroom. She couldn't even call in sick to work, and Peyton ended up having to do it. A few hours had passed since then and her nausea wasn't nearly as bad as it was at first, and she was finally able to get up and walk around without feeling sick. Right now, she was trying to keep down as much as she could, so she was snacking on saltine crackers and Peyton was attempting to get her to drink some Sprite, but she was being hard headed.

"Sharpay, it'll help keep the crackers down. You have to stay hydrated when you're sick," Peyton said.

"I don't drink soda, it makes you fat," Sharpay said.

"I drink soda all the time, and am I fat?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna say anything…"

"What?"

Sharpay laughed. "Aw, don't be so dramatic. You sounded like me."

"How dare you."

"Okay, that's cold."

"It's payback."

"Just drink your soda."

"If you like it so much, you drink it. I don't drink soda, and I especially don't drink carbonated drinks."

"Why?"

"Because carbonation is made out of little bubbles, and bubbles have air in them. When you swallow carbonation, you swallow air, and when you swallow air you burp, and that is disgusting."

"If you don't burp, you'll combust, Sharpay."

"I don't burp. It's gross so I don't do it."

"That's impossible."

"The impossible is possible."

"…What?"

"I don't know."

Sharpay let out a small breath and she stayed quiet for a few seconds, tapping her nails on the island. "…Peyton? I think I know why I'm sick."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I don't have a fever… I don't really feel fluish and I'm not achey."

"If it's not the flu, what else could it be? I mean, unless you're pregnant, but that…" Peyton stopped short when he saw Sharpay grin and nod. "…You're kidding."

"I don't know. It could be why I'm sick. Morning sickness is killer on some girls."

"Yeah, but you haven't taken a test yet, so how are you going to know for sure?"

"Well, I'll take a test, but it's common sense, Peyton. I'm throwing up but I don't feel sick. I don't have a temperature, and I'm feeling weird movements in my stomach, and I'm kind of late for my period."

"How late?"

"…Two months."

"What! Why wouldn't you tell me something like that!"

"I thought it was normal! Don't yell at me! I do the yelling in this house!"

"I think I have a right to yell when my girlfriend skips two periods and doesn't tell me about the possibility of becoming a father!"

"I wasn't putting two and two together to make four, okay!" Sharpay said, getting down from her chair.

"That's because you think two and two is five!"

Sharpay stared at Peyton and she crossed her arms. "Peyton, I'll let you make jokes about me, and I'll let you make fun of me about certain things, but I will not let you call me stupid. I'm far from stupid, okay? Just because I'm a 'typical' blonde, doesn't mean I'm an idiot!"

"I didn't call you an idiot!"

"You insinuated it!" She shouted, starting for the stairs.

"Sharpay, calm down and stop being a drama queen!"

Sharpay stopped and she turned around, glaring at him. "You used to like the fact the I'm a drama queen! You used to love everything about me, because I'm being myself when I'm being like this! Were you lying then, or are you lying now!"

"About what!"

"About loving me!"

"I never lied! I love you for who you are, but I don't love how upset you get over the dumbest things!"

"They aren't dumb things to me, Peyton! Whether it was just a joke or not, it hurt! I don't take joking around when it comes to insulting me lightly! I've been made fun of my whole life! I'll take it from the asses from school because I can destroy them, I'll take it from my parents because I have to, but I will not take it from the love of my life!"

"Troy's not even here, what the hell does he have anything to do with this!"

Sharpay let out a rack of sobs. "I was talking about you!" She shouted before running upstairs.

After her fight with Peyton, Sharpay went to Chad's house. When everyone went to college, she and Chad became really good friends. Even when she was in New York they kept in touch. She never thought in a million years that she and Chad would be friends–let alone best friends. Right now, she and Chad were in his mother's kitchen. They were supposed to be helping her cook dinner, but instead they were throwing things at each other.

"Ew!" Sharpay said as a tomato flew down her shirt. "Good going, you're lucky I'm not making you get it out," she said, putting her hand down her shirt.

"Hey, that's territory I don't wanna be caught in," Chad said. "You have a boyfriend, that's disrespectful."

"You better not be reaching down any article of clothing that's on her body," Mrs. Danforth said.

"Mom, come on."

"He wouldn't get that far, Mrs. D. I'd kill him before he had the chance," Sharpay said.

"Yeah, she'd pink me to death."

"Don't diss the pinkage," she said, throwing an olive at Chad.

"You two get out of my kitchen," Mrs. Danforth said.

"Come on, we're having fun!"

"You're making a mess, now get out before I make you clean it."

"See ya," she said, walking out of the ktichen. She made her way upstairs to Chad's bedroom and she smiled, seeing a picture they'd had done a few months ago at a photo shoot. She hadn't been in his room in a while, so seeing it was a shock and a nice surprise. She looked over to his nightstand and saw another picture of them, but they were around a year old, laying next to each other and laughing.

She laughed a little and sat on his bed. They used to be really good friends when they were little. When they hit junior high, Sharpay started acting like a complete and total bitch. That was the old her, though. She'd never go back to being like that. She promised herself. She swore on her future children.

"Get off my bed, you'll give it your girl cooties," Chad said, walking into the room.

"Whatever, don't boss me around," Sharpay said.

"So, are you ever gonna tell me what happened between you and Golden Boy?"

Sharpay let out a small breath and she laid down on his bed when he did, and she cuddled up to him. "It was mostly me overreacting… But, we got into an argument and I said something about putting two and two together and he said 'well that's because you think two and two is five'," she said in a mocking tone. "It pissed me off and I started crying, so I ran away."

"Two whole houses away from home, you're a rebel."

"Funny."

"What caused you to get into a fight?"

"I was really sick this morning and I told him that I think I might be pregnant, and that I missed my period the last two months and he started yelling at me for it."

"Oh. Wow. Are you?"

"Am I, what?"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Yeah… I took a test before I came over."

"Well, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Both, I guess," she said, shifting into a comfortable position. "I mean, we got into a fight over it, so it's not really a good thing. But, a baby is a gift, and I've wanted kids since I was a kid."

"Well, then be happy about it. I know you weren't planning it, but if you're going to have a baby, then you should live it up. Have the time of your life with it."

Sharpay sighed and she stayed silent for a few seconds before looking at Chad. "You're the bestest friend ever, Afro Boy…"

"You're the bestest friend ever, too, Ice Queen."

Sharpay sighed, sitting down on the couch, grabbing her cell phone off of the coffee table. She's spent the night at Chad's house last night, but she came home just a few minutes ago. She needed to talk to Peyton, and she had to go home to get some of her music scores done, so she decided to just go home while she wasn't angry. If she kept thinking about their blow out, she'd be rude the rest of the day.

She opened her cell phone and dialed Ryan's number, twirling her hair around her finger as she waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

Sharpay smiled. "Hey, Kelsi… Is Ryan there?"

"Hey, Shar. He's not here, he just went to class. Anything I can help you with?"

"Oh… No, it's nothing. Tell him I called?"

"I know something's going on, Sharpay. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I just… It's nothing. I just needed to tell Ryan something," she said as her voice cracked.

"Why are you crying?"

"No reason, I… I just miss him."

"Well, if it helps, he misses you, too. He's always talking about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah… Look, I'll tell him you called. I'll have him call you at lunch time."

"Okay. Thanks."

Sharpay hung the phone up and she ran her hand through her hair, letting her tears slide down her cheeks. She really did miss Ryan. She wanted to cuddle with him. She wanted to sing cheesey showtunes with him. She wanted to argue with him. She just wanted him at home with her.

"Hey," Peyton said, walking into the living room.

Sharpay looked at him for a few seconds. "Hey," she said, sniffling.

"…What's wrong?"

"I miss Ryan…"

"Call him."

"I did. He's not home."

"You're crying because your brother's not home?"

"No, I'm crying because…"

Peyton looked at Sharpay for a few seconds and he sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "You can tell me," he said, kissing her head.

Sharpay let out a sob and she buried her face into his chest. "I miss him… I really, really miss him. I've never been away from him for this long, and I want him back home so we can do the things we used to be able to do together."

"This isn't just about missing your brother, Shar… What's going on?"

Sharpay sniffled and she looked at Peyton for a few seconds. "…I'm pregnant…"

Peyton drew in a breath. "Wow…"

"Please don't be mad… Please, Peyton, I can't handle you being mad at me for having your baby…"

"I'm not… But, we have to figure out a way to deal with this. We have to figure out what we're gonna do."

"Well, I have my job. Supporting the baby wouldn't be a problem, and I'm sure you'll be able to find a job before it's born… You just move in here with me, so we don't have to look for another house to buy, and it saves us more money, because two more rent payments and I own this place. We have a reliable babysitter for when we have to work. I mean, if he'll agree to it. He'll be done with school by the time the baby comes, so if it's okay with him, we're all set."

"Wait, who is this babysitter?"

"Chad."

"Who?"

"Oh, you haven't met him yet… He's my bestest best friend in the whole entire world. Other than Ryan. I'll make him come over later today and you can meet."

"I'd rather Boi babysit."

"Oh my god, where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Boi!" Sharpay shouted, standing up from the couch. "Boi, come to Mommy!" she said, walking out of the room.

"And to think I'd be done with the yelling after the dog dies, and a kid comes along," Peyton said to himself. "This should be interesting… and loud."