Sorry I havn't up dated in forever. I got the flu and all this week was too sick to really function. But I'm getting better and here's my next chapter : )
"Tale as old as time, true as it can be, Barely even friends then someone does something, unexpectedly."
"I don't think that's the right word." Troy shook his head. We had stayed after school to work on our project fo Darbus that was due in a week. Again, neither of us had mentioned the party, and all I heard about it was after I left Troy and Gabriella to into a fight, though no one knew why. I think I had a clue, but I wasn't going to bring it up, and apparently he wasn't either. I was more than okay with that.
"I'm using the remix." I shrugged, okay, maybe I hadn't done as much work on the song as I could have. I spent my weekend reading the entire Flowers in the Attic series and eating Leon's cookies.
"Oh, right, the remix, well to stay on the same page, let's just both use the Celine Dion."
"If you insist." I sighed.
"I do." Troy nodded. I laughed and he went to start the song over. I never knew how cold the stange was. I had taken my shoes off in favor of walking barefoot and these were some cold as heck floors.
"Tale as old as time, True as it can be, Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly." I sang.
"Very good." Troy clapped. I rolled my eyes and stick out my tongue. "Miss Maddox if you don't keep that tongue in your mouth I'm going to have to ask you to remove it. Too much of a distraction." I laughed and stuck my tongue out again, shrieking as he ran towards me, and I took off in the opposite direction. I managed to duck under his arms and ran the other way. It really was useless, he was the basketball star and I was slow from years of cookies and weekend reading-a-thons. He caught me around the waist spinning me around.
"I'm sorry!" I cried, laughing so hard I was crying, He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me down to the audience seats, flopping me down into one and placing his arm on either armrest. I managed to stop laughing and noticed just how close his face was to mine. We inched closer and just as our lips were about to touch there was a resounding,
"Ah-hum!" We jerked back to find Sharpie and her brother, Ryan at the back entrence. I cleared my throat and stood as soon as Troy moved. "What are you doing?" Sharpie stormed down the aisle to where Troy and I stood looking rather guilty. Ryan trailing after her
"Practicing our project for Mrs. Darbus." I shrugged after a moment, looking at her.
"Oh really, didn't look like practice to me." Sharpie crossed her arms.
"Well you must be so out of practice." As soon as I said it I resisted the urge to clap a hand over my mouth. Stacey told me Sharpay hadn't gotten the lead like she was use to in the last musical. I was just shocked I had said something so... Sharpie-y. She gaped at me for a second before narrowing her eyes. The boys had moved and were going back and forth like spectators at a Tennis match.
"Take that back." Sharpie ordered.
"No." I crossed my arms. Ryan rushed over to grab Sharpie, keeping her from lunging at me.
"Oh just wait until I tell Gabi." Sharpie threatened.
"Tell her what? That you, the girl who's been jealous of her for a year, happened to find her boyfriend and the new little nobody practicing for their project?" I asked, jumping back as Sharpie attempted to break free from Ryan's grasp.
"Okay, Umm... I'd say this is about over, do you need a ride home?" Troy asked me. I nodded and he grabbed my wrist to pull me up on stage and grabbed my shoes as we headed out. Our bags were in Darbus' room, we stopped for them then hurried to Troy's truck. "Do you really think she'll tell Gabi?" Troy asked me on the way home.
"I don't know." I shurgged I hope so I added silently.
"We'll find out now won't we?" Troy asked, a crooked smile on his lips.
"I'm really sorry about that Troy."
"No, that was aweomse, Sharpay needs to be brought back down to earth every now and again." Troy shrugged.
"I actually meant about the rest of the stuff, that Sharpay threatened to tell about." I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, well... that wasn't really your fault." He pulled into his driveway and hurried around to open my door before walking me to my door. "See you later Demi-bear."
"Bye B-ballboy." I smiled, opening the door and walking in.
"Demi is that you?" I went to the kitchen to find mom there, oranges all over the place.
"Hey mom... what's with the oranges?" I asked.
"Oh I was thinking about making fresh orange juice when it occured to me, none of us like orange juice do we?"
"Nope." I shook my head. "Not since the Florida Vacation..." Mom and I shuddered.
"Well now I have ten pounds of Oranges and nothing to do with them... except maybe juggle..."
"I don't think that will do any good, but all the power to ya." I went to the fridge, pulling out a plate of the pasta we'd had for dinner the night before. I popped it in the microwave and tapped my finger on the counter.
"So, I saw you with the Bolton Boy. He seems nice." Mom smiled.
"You're not going to go all mom on me are you?" I groaned.
"Oh come on Demi-bear, you have to give me something!" Mom grabbed my hand.
"Ugh, fine, he's cute. Friday, when he found out I wasn't invited to his birthday party, he came over and dragged me over. I think he got in a fight with his Girlfriend over it though."
"His Girlfriend?" Mom dropped my hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, his Girlfriend, I know, it's skeezy. I can't help it, everytime I try to get out he pulls me back in." I pulled the plate out of the microwave a grabbed a fork, stabbing a grape tomato.
"Just... don't do anything you'd be ashamed to tell me about." mom warned.
"Yeah I know." I shrugged. "I have no plans on stealing him from Gabriella, but whenever he around I just... can't stop." I groaned and shoved a forkful of noodles with some sort of olive oil dressing in my mouth.
"Hurry, eat and change, you're helping me paint." Leon walked into the room and grabbed an orange. "Who likes Oranges?" He asked looking at mom and I.
"People that havn't been to the place in Florida." The three of us shuddered.
"Well anyway, hurry Dems, I have an idea." I quickly choked down the food and put the plate in the sink, running upstairs and changing into a pair of old jeans and one of dad's old button up shirts.
"Okay, let's do this." I said as I walked to Leon's studio, pulling my hair back. Drop Cloths covered the floor and a giant canvas sat against a wall.
"Here." he placed to cans of paint in front of me and handed me a third. "Throw it at the big canvas." He pointed, like I couldn't see it. I Gripped the Can and hurled it's contents at the canvas, red paint splattered everywhere. Then I picked up the blue and dipped my fist in, pulling out a handful of paint that I sen flying across teh red. Leon picked up his own can and began to do the same. It was the most fun I'd had in a while.
"Demi." I whirled, only to find Troy in the doorway with a splash of paint across his white shirt.