Baha.

Vanessa Anne Hudgens.

She's NAKIE!

Dude. It's called a Brazilian wax. She needs one.

Serious Ryella.

Gabriella Montez gasped and scrambled down the ladder, the boy tending to the swelling of his head becoming the full image of Ryan Evans. She cursed herself for letting her own anger injure someone else, spilling, dumping apologies over him. "I wasn't thinking... I was just... sorry, Ryan." But he was more than welcome to accepting her apologies.

"Hey, it's okay." He smiled warmly, creating the intricate design of a soft cirlce over the back of his head. "What are you doing out here?"

Gabriella rattled off into the story of how she had come for spring break and had actually enjoyed it, deciding to work during the summer. And as she nervously shifted from one foot to the other, as she unconsciously twirled a lock of her brown hair around her finger, she couldn't help but notice the way Ryan's green eyes were trained on her in fascination. Something played behind his eyes. Something absolutely wonderful.

Something wonderful enough to let herself internally grow warm from the pit of her stomach, such fire travelling to every fingertip. She felt the sensation of intoxication without the actual poison. Somehow, she had trained her mouth to close, letting Ryan respond to what she had said, but by then, the rest of the world had melted and molded into some distorted world... "...and I heard that you're rooming with Sharpay?"

Gabriella was forced back to reality, drawn out of his eyes only to answer his question. "Yeah. Have you seen her today?" she never paid attention to her stance, the way she let her arm brush against his, the way they invaded each other's personal space.

"She said that she has to 'work', but we're meeting up later at the..." his words suddenly fell and he sharply looked over his shoulder, then over Gabriella's, scanning the area meticulously for a moment. But their only witnesses seemed to be the rows and rows of trees, twisted and bent towards the sun. He leaned towards her ear, playful words coming from his mouth. "Can you keep a secret?"

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After two hours of basking in the heat, Sharpay Evans had only thought of two benefits of being on the orchard.

A.) The amazing angles of the sun.

B.) The amazing tan that was beginning to kiss her skin.

And after two hours, Sharpay Evans had thought of numerous cons to being trapped, but two stood out in particular.

A.) The snatches of conversation she could hear across the field coming from Troy and Murphy.

B.) The snatches of coversation she could hear across the field coming from Troy and Murphy.

It ate away at her that she could constantly hear her name coming out of the mouths of the two people she hated. Many Sharpay does this'es and a variety of Sharpay needs to's were paper clipped into her mind, disturbing her peace and destroying her last nerve. What did Troy Bolton and Murphy Verne really have to say that they couldn't confess to her face?

Only one way to find out.

As she strode across the wide stretch of field, grass tickling at her ankles, she quickly whipped up the exact words she was going to say and evaluated the attitude she planned on giving them. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder once for confidence as both figures carefully painting the shutters of Cabin A came closer. The unmistakeable Troy Bolton hunched over and emptying paintcan was what set Sharpay on edge for some reason. Was there room for him to talk?

No way.

After all, who was the one there on charges?

"Is there something you two would like to say to me?" Sharpay impatiently tapped her foot, that familiar ferocity becoming visible, courtesy of the afternoon sun illuminating her eyes. She knew her reason for being cross with them was ridiculous, but she was allowed to.

She was Sharpay Evans.

Two innocent, confused faces looked up from the shade of Cabin A. She parted her pink lips to let the steady flow of insults rip through, but the sunny disposition of Gabriella Montez barrelling past Sharpay was what cut her off. "Good afternoon, guys!" her all-too-pleasing smile held a little extra pleasing for some reason. Her enthusiastic stroll held a little more enthusiasm, and Sharpay wanted nothing more than to tear her off of her pedestal.

She wanted to see hurt and disappointment in Gabriella's eyes. She had the urge to hurt her feelings make her cry, and there was no way of fighting off the urge, only fulfilling it. Sharpay left her first victims in search of her second, and finally, Troy and Murphy were allowed to let out their breath.

Troy Bolton pondered the possibility that he was sprung.

She was fierce. Firey. That poise, that glance, that glare that screamed, I dare you. I fucking double-dog dare you. It was intruiging. Addictive.

Even layers of green swallowed up the forgotten shutters, the sun gnawing at the nape of his neck. Sharpay was off-limits. Everyone knew that. The world was at her feet. Everyone knew that too. So why was she invading his thoughts? How juvenile.

"Uhh... Troy? Are you alright?" concern and confusion threaded Murphy's voice. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, eyeing the way Troy unconsciously mowed his paint roller over his jeans. Thick lines of green paint rolled up his pant legs. He groaned realizing what he had done. Quickly excusing himself, Troy stormed down the steps of Cabin A in hopes of straightening out his ever-confusing thoughts.

But they had to stay a secret for now.

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Murphy Verne let the moonlight cast over her wiggling toes. Just outside of her bedroom window, beyond the valley of peach trees, a few lights glistened in the windows of the Cabins. She thought of Sharpay twisting and turning in her uncomfortable bed, and she thought of Troy thinking of elaborate ways of busting out of this prison. She could see it in his eyes. Murphy Verne saw the way Troy Bolton looked at Sharpay and knew that he was serious when he had told her of wanting to befriend Sharpay.

It was just a little odd. Sharpay was scary, there was no doubt about that. And Troy seemed to be a nice guy. Why on earth...

The silent sound of snapping twigs yanked Murphy's attention back to the window. She squinted, seeing the slender silhouette of a girl tiptoeing down the open aisle of peach trees before her porch. And if Murphy was seeing correctly, that girl was Sharpay.

She stayed low to the ground, blonde wavy hair swinging by her shoulderblades. Where was she off to so late at night? Murphy was fully aware of the rules, and one of them was no sneaking out. But she stayed where she was, in the comfort of her bedroom window and watched with envy. How could a girl so seemingly beautiful and innocent be so evil and manipulative? Sharpay disappeared past the trees into the night. Murphy sighed at her cousin.

One of the many secrets of Sharpay Evans.

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Ryan Evans sprang out of the grass at the sound of trampling feet. He looked to the clearing far to his right to see Gabriella Montez walk her sunny walk, despite the dead of the night and the moon that seemed to glow. She had a small smile on her face, and as she approached, her brown eyes went from tranquil to astonsihed to amazed as she gazed at Ryan's secret.

"Isn't it great?" Ryan whispered, but the still surface of the lake seemed to catch his small whisper and bury it among the others it had collected over the summers. She took it all in, the towering trees, the star-studded sky. The lake. The lake with tiny ripples and life beneath the surface. "My sister and I used to come here all the time when we were younger. Nobody even knows it exists. It's like our secret spot." a smile was evident on his face.

The thought of Sharpay Evans made Gabriella's stomach flip-flop. Anyone with eyes knew that Sharpay hated Gabriella. It sort of hurt. But she must of had a warm side, Ryan's warm way of speaking about her twin made it sort of obvious.

"...used to make these killer sandcastles. She may seem like an Ice Bitch now, but it's only because she's upset with me..."

Footsteps sounded once more.

Speak of the devil.

Sharpay stood at the clearing, hands on her hips, a scowl gracing her gorgeous face in the night. No hellos or heys, just a cold, "What. Is she doing here?"

"It thought it would be cool of she came and saw..."

"...Do the words 'secret' and 'spot' mean anything to you, Ryan dearest?"

Gabriella cringed at Sharpay's harsh words. Maybe she should just leave, before she upset the queen anymore. She looked to Sharpay once more to see her angry face melt into one of horror. Sharpay suddenly began to bounce around on her toes, wildly flapping her arms. Her infamous scream cracked the night in half.

That summer, Troy Bolton's ever-confusing thoughts would no longer be a secret.

Gabriella Montez's confidential heart would be spilled to her absolutely wonderful.

Sharpay Evans secret side will finally experience the warmth of the New Mexico sun.

Murphy Verne will stop being a doormat at last.

It was their summer. The summer where their secrets of love, confidence, and how to be yourself would be heard in the jungle of peaches.

It's been seven months. I'm a bad person.

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