Sorry sorry. I have been so busy lately, because I'm doing some major life affecting exams at the moment, so any spare minutes I get, I revise in. I also am rehersing like crazy for my band tour to the montreux jazz festival, where I'll be playing saxophone! So yeah. That also explains why this is sucha weak chapter, but concentrate on the dialogue at the end. I'll say more at the bottom of the page when you read it.

Sharpay and Ryan sat at the breakfast bar, whilst their dad outlined the details of their day. They were going to the mall first, then the car dealership, then to the restaurant to meet the twins mother for a meal. The pair was turning 17, and as Evans tradition dictates, they were each going to select something really special from the mall, just one item that they wanted more than anything.

They finished their cereal, and put the bowls in the dishwasher, then ran upstairs to get ready. It was the last time that Sharpay had worn her glitzy clothes, and as it was her birthday, she was going all out. A bright pink, floral dress covered in sequins, teamed with patent white ballet pumps was perfect for such an occasion. Her natural curly hair was straightened and pulled back into two pony tails. Ryan was dressed somewhat conservatively, just jeans and a tee shirt, yet ever present was trilby hat. Ryan called shot gun running to the massive car, and leapt into the front seat, whilst a pouting Sharpay settled herself in the back. Their father came, and on the journey to the mall they laughed and talked and teased Ryan about his hat. And Ryan teased Sharpay about her glittery dressed. And they both teased their father about his chequered golf trousers.

Whilst the twins put on airs and graces in school, and acted all bitchy towards their class mates, at home they were perfect. They hardly ever argued with their parents, they helped around the house, and Sharpay didn't treat Ryan like a dog. At the mall, Sharpay chose a charm bracelet; with a silver "S" charm dangling from it. Ryan, of course, chose a new hat.

After grabbing lunch from the food court, they headed back to the car, Sharpay demanding shotgun.

"Oh Sharpay please? My legs are soooooo much longer than yours; I can stretch out in the front!" Ryan was whining in the most annoying voice imaginable, but Sharpay sat in the front anyway, completely ignoring her brother. He climbed into the back, folded his arms and pouted, which greatly amused Sharpay.

"Ooooooh, is Rykins not happy because nasty mean Sharpay stole his seat?" She had turned around to look at him, patting his leg and teasing him in a babyish voice. Their father was silent, concentrating on the road. He had learnt from years of experience that getting involved in his twins fights was futile, it just exacerbated the situation.

"You know what Sharpay? Fuck you." Ryan spat this out whilst staring out of the window. Sharpay was shocked that he'd actually say this to her, but hastily rearranged her features into a haughty pout, resembling her brothers. She folded her arms, and this body language alone should have warned Ryan.

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

"I said fuck you."

"Oh grow up Ryan. Just because I got the front seat, FAIR AND SQUARE does not mean that you have to act like a whiny little bitch.

"I'm the bitch? I'M THE BITCH? Excuse ME! I'm the one who follows you around like some simpering slave, and you know what, I have had enough of it! I have had enough of you, you whore! You know why no one likes you Sharpay? You want to know why you spend every night crying that everyone hates you? It's because you are a mean girl. You are nasty piece of shit that I am fed up of standing up for. You do my head in you fake blonde cu-"

"That is ENOUGH!" Roared their dad. He was pretty free minded and liberal when it came to language, but Ryan had come pretty close to the one word he couldn't stand. "Now I don't know what the hell is going on here, but Sharpay is right Ryan, grow up. You have no right to act like this when all she did was sit in the front seat. Sharpay, Ryan is not your lapdog, stop treating him like it. Now this is your birthday, so act like it, don't spend the day arguing."

Sharpay was bewildered, what the hell was going on? Two minutes ago they were best friends, everything was fine. Ryan knew why she treated people like she did and he was usually fine with it. Ryan would never shout at her like that before. Ryan would never kick up a stink about the front seat. And if he thought that he was going to get away with speaking to her like that then he most certainly had another think coming.

"Ryan, I can't help it that you're feeling a bit repressed at the moment. Just because you're too scared to come out of the closet, doesn't mean that you can take it out on me. I'll still love you even if you are a fag."

These words were met with silence. Sharpay couldn't believe she had actually said that. She knew how touchy Ryan was about his sexuality. He wasn't gay, she knew he wasn't gay, but because he was singing, dancing, acting-machine who had a penchant for pink fedoras everyone assumed he was. He had even been beaten up for it. Their father was clutching the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. He dared not to believe his little girl would be so cruel, but he was concentrating too hard on driving to tell her off. And Ryan felt shattered. She would use that against him? His eyes were filling up with tears and his throat tightened. He couldn't even think of a comeback against the blonde girl sitting in the front, he couldn't think about anything except was she'd said. The way she said it so casually made it even worse, so casually, as if she didn't care whether what she said really hurt him or not.

The instant Sharpay heard her won scathing tone, she wanted to grab it and take it back and make sure Ryan never heard. She opened her mouth to apologise, but instead she let out a scream as she saw the truck heading towards their stopped car at the traffic lights. The truck heading towards the left hand side of the car. Where Ryan and her Dad were sitting.

Then everything went black.

Sharpay feels horrible because her dads last thought of his daughter was how terrible she was to Ryan. And the last thing she did to Ryan was really hurt him. But then he was being a pig to her, but only because she was a cow to him. I'm talking about farm animals too much here. If you lost interest in this story Im really sorry, but tell me what you think? Thanks for reading my crazy long authors notes!