(A/N: Hola again, peoples! Anyway, please review! As I said before, I'm gonna post a Zekepay poem my friend wrote. So . . . yeah. Review!)

All of the gang were sitting around Sharpay and Ryan's coffee table working on some more of the little details of the wedding, and Chad and Taylor were arguing about the flower arrangements they should choose. Taylor wanted white and yellow roses, while Chad wanted red and white ones. It was a stupid argument, but it soon grew into a fight.

"Let's get red and white roses," Chad suggested. "No, let's get yellow and white." Chad said somewhat jokingly, "Hey, lemme choose. It's my wedding, too."

"Not from where I'm standing," Taylor mumbled. "What?" Chad had been a bit insulted. "You never help! All the work is dumped on me!"

"I help!" Chad exclaimed. "Oh? Like when?" Chad paused then said, "I suggested the red and white roses!" Taylor scoffed, "Oh, suggesting something, that's great. Who booked the musicians, hired the florist, hired the photographers, and asked Kelsi to get the music? Me!" Chad replied angrily, "Hey, I got our friends to be in the wedding! I helped decide who to invite!"

"Bravo. Those were what, ten minute jobs?" Chad said (still a bit angrily), "Just put down the red and white roses, OK?"

"Yellow roses are prettier."

"Pretty? Tay, red and white are the Wildcats colors! Go Wildcats!" Chad was attempting at a bit of humor, but Taylor took it seriously. "Wildcats? Wildcats! Is that all you care about? Sports? What about me?" Chad retorted, "Well, excuse me if my whole world doesn't revolve around you! Oh, and, all you seem to care about is making this wedding perfect. Well, newsflash: It isn't going to be!"

"Well, I can think of a perfectly good reason why."

"Why is that?"

"The wedding is off!" Taylor yelled, and stormed to the door, but before she left, she turned and said coldly to Chad, "I wish we'd never met." With that, she stormed out and slammed the door behind her.

Troy, Gabi, Kelsi, Jason, Sharpay, Ryan, and Zeke were left looking awkwardly at each other, as if to confirm that the fight really had happened. Chad silently stood up, his hands jammed in his jean pockets, walked out, and headed to his apartment. He was still fuming over what had happend. Right then and there, he thought Taylor had been the most stubborn person in the world.

Taylor however, had gone to the park, to try to walk off her anger. Tears were silently streaming down her face, and she hurriedly wiped them away. They weren't tears of sadness, as you might think. They were tears of anger. Anger at Chad. She sighed, and kept walking on.

(A/N: Oh, no! The Chaylor wedding is off? NO!!!!! Don't worry, I'll try updating sooner. I'd hate to have you all hanging like that. I'd love to give thanks to Estel212 and my BFF, Sarah for helping me with this story. I was totally brain dead on it . . . so, yeah. I think it was Estel212 who gave me the idea to have Chad and Taylor have a fight, and it was my BFF who gave me the idea that the fight would start over something stupid. Like flowers. Review!)