Heyy guys. I bet you probably don't even remember me. And if for some reason you do, you probably don't want to. I really and sincerly apologize for not updating. I had constant tests, projects, my school play, end of the year stuff, gradutation, family issues, and summer camp. And as I've said so many times, I am trying my hardest to finish new chapters for updates, but I'm just so busy. That's why I'm not kidding when I say if you are really passionate about one of my stories, and would like to co-write the rest of it with me, LET ME KNOW. But I've gone way over the limit of time for updates, and I know this isn't the best, but it's all I can give to you write now. I'm not giving up writing here on FF. And if you want to know the status on my stories that are in progress, look at the bottom.
Thanks guys. You all deserve so much more than what I've given you.
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This Girl
Chapter One: Barney's Cancelled, Driver's License, and Goodbyes
"The pain! The agony! Oooh, I think I see the light!"
"James Anthony Zara, would you stop whining like a little girl? It's not like Barney was cancelled, you're just helping pack my darn car." Sharpay said, giving her boyfriend a smack on his arm.
"Hey, careful. I may drop this box full of valuable…what's in here anyway, Pay? It weighs a million pounds."
"Do you really want to know?" Sharpay asked.
"Yeah, I wanna know."
"I don't think you'll be able to handle it."
"I'm pretty sure I can, Shar. Just tell me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes, Pay, I'm positive."
"Promise?"
"Yes! Now please, just tell me already!"
Sharpay smiled a devilish smirk. "My stuffed animals." Jimmie's cheeks turned radish red. Too embarrassed to say anymore, he walked over to Sharpay's pink convertible and placed the box in the back seat.
"Hey, Sharpay!" Sharpay turned around at the sound of her name to see Ryan carrying another box over to her.
"Hey big brother," Sharpay said, taking the box from her brother's hands and setting down on the sidewalk.
"I wanted to catch you before I go. Mom and Dad and I are about to leave." Vance and Caroline Evans had come home earlier the previous night from Milan. They said they would never miss driving their son off to the airport to start his education at Julliard. Well…by driving, they meant sitting in the limo with their son while their chuffer drove the car.
"Ryan? We're friends right?" Sharpay asked.
"Of course. Best friends." Ryan said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, best friends. And as best friends, and twins, we've been through a lot together -basically everything. Being born, first words, first acting class, first talent show, first musical, everything. And since we've been through so much…"
"Yeah?"
"…I don't think I'm ready to be away from you."
Ryan looked at his sister in awe. He never thought he'd hear her say anything like this. Growing up, he was always either Sharpay's poodle, or not even in the picture. Through their childhood, he always thought that she just wanted to grow up and grow apart from him. and that may have been the case. But now that they were grown up…she only wanted to stay closer to him. Ryan pulled his younger sister into a tight embrace.
"We won't be away from each other, Pay. You and me? Are you kidding? We'll never be apart. We'll always be together."
Sharpay held her brother closely. Oh, how much pain she felt for not taking their time together more seriously. Back when they were seven and Sharpay didn't want Ryan coloring with her, or a few summers ago when she wanted to perform in a show with Troy…if only she had known then, how painful their separation would be. Their bonding moment was interrupted by the honking of the limo where Mr. and Mrs. Evans were impatiently waiting.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Ryan sighed.
"Ryan, where's the good in goodbye?" Sharpay asked. She was half joking, half serious. Why was the word good in the word goodbye? It made no sense, because what's so good about a goodbye? All it is is leaving someone who meant something to you. And you may never see them again. What was so good about that?
"I'll tell you when you're older." Ryan smiled.
"Why? I'm the same age as you."
"Still, your childish mind is too un-advanced to comprehend such a complex topic." Ryan chuckled as his younger sister pouted in hopes for an answer.
"Ryan! Let's go! We must hurry to get to the airport!" Vance yelled out of his window, while commanding the drive to honk the horn again.
"Well I guess this really is goodbye." Ryan said.
"Yeah. Guess so." Sharpay said unhappily.
"Well, I'll have my cell phone – obviously – so you can call me or text me whenever you want, anytime. I don't care if I'm performing for Barack Obama; if you call and need me, I'll be on the next flight home."
"You? Ditch your favorite president in American history? Well, don't I feel special." Sharpay giggled.
"…Bye, Sharpay."
"Bye, Ryan."
With one short wave, Ryan turned his back to his sister and climbed into the limo. Sharpay watched as the car revved up and began to drive away, taking her brother away from her. She stood where Ryan had left her for a few moments, watching the limo disappear into the hot New Mexico sun. She was going to miss her brother – there was no doubt about that. She may have smoothed things out with her family at her last East High performance, but things didn't change that much. Her parents still traveled, they still favored Ryan, and they still sometimes forgot they even had a daughter.
But there was one other person (outside of her family) who would never forget her. The person who meant the most to her, for one simple reason: love. Finally, detaching her eyes from the ghost of the limo, Sharpay started walking to her car, where she knew Jimmie would be.
"Well, I think that's everything." Jimmie said as he placed the last cardboard box into the hot pink convertible.
"I can't believe I'm going to college." Sharpay mumbled to herself.
"Well I can't let you go until we've gone through the college checklist. Okay, bedding?" Jimmie asked.
"Check."
"Clothes?"
"Check."
"Sixteen year old boyfriend?"
"Hmm, I don't know about that one," Sharpay teased, standing on the tips of her toes to give Jimmie a sweet and simple peck on the cheek.
"Have you said goodbye to all your other friends?" Jimmie asked. Great, there was that word again: goodbye.
"…You're the only person I need to say goodbye to." Said Sharpay.
"Well what about Troy-"
"- I don't need to say goodbye to Troy." Sharpay stated before Jimmie could finish.
"Oh…okay. Are you sure there's no one else though?"
"Yes, I'm sure. So let's hit the road, shall we? The University of Albuquerque is a forty-five minute drive from here." Sharpay said, hoping into the driver's seat.
"Pay, I'm the guy in this relationship, right?" Jimmie asked, walking over to the passenger's door.
"Last time I checked." Sharpay said sarcastically.
"Right. So in situations like this, don't you think the guy should be the one driving?"
"Not if the guy in the relationship doesn't even have his driver's license." Sharpay giggled, starting up her car.
"For your information, I have my learner's permit." Jimmie corrected.
"And in three months, you'll have your license, and you can drive me wherever my little heart desires. But until then, you're stuck in shotgun."
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"There. You are all set, Miss Evans." Jimmie sighed.
"Who knew moving into a dorm room could be so exhausting." Sharpay said as she collapsed onto her freshly made bed.
"Can't wait to move you out in May," Jimmie said, taking a large gulp of water from his bottle, "Hey, what time is it?"
"Really late. It's 10:30. You should probably be heading home, Rocketman."
"But I don't wanna leave you," Jimmie whined, climbing on top on the bed and wrapping an arm around Sharpay's waist.
"And I don't want you to leave me. But you have your fist day of sophomore year tomorrow." Sharpay said, resting her head on Jimmie's chest.
"So? I'll be a little late, big deal."
"Jimmie, you know you have Mr. Keller for homeroom this year. And I know from experience that he likes to give a homeroom pop quiz on the first day."
"…Will you at least walk me to the bus stop?" Jimmie asked, unhappy that he had to take a bus back home.
"Of course, let's go."
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"And you'll call me after school to tell me all about it, right?" Sharpay said as she and her boyfriend walked down the street, hand in hand.
"And because I need to hear all about registration." Jimmie answered. Finally, the two reached the bus stop.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye, PayPay."
"Wish it didn't have to be, Rocketman."
"East High won't be the same without you." Jimmie stated. Sharpay knew that would be true.
"Call me anytime. Unless I have a class."
"Yeah, call me anytime. Even if I have a class." Sharpay laughed at her boyfriend and lightly smacked his shoulder. Jimmie smiled as he tucked some loose strands of Sharpay's hair behind her ear.
"I love you, Sharpay." Jimmie said, leaning down to give his older girlfriend a simple but loving kiss.
"I love you too, Jimmie." Sharpay said once the two broke away. And just as she said that, the bus pulled up, with its stores loudly opening.
"Bye." Jimmie whispered.
"Bye." Sharpay whispered back. Jimmie gave her one last hug before climbing up the steps and taking a seat on the bus. Sharpay watched as it slowly pulled away, and began to drive back home.
"Where's the good in goodbye?" Sharpay whispered to herself one the bus had completely disappeared in the darkness of the night.
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Stories I Want To CoWrite:
- Witch Trial
- Let It Snow
Stories On Hold or Hiatus for the Moment:
- Witch Trial
- Let It Snow
- 12:22 AM, December 24
sorry again guys =\