Her phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And she switched it off.

In Sharpay's head, right now, it was just her and Troy, in his garden. She had stopped sobbing in his arms, and was now able to breathe without hiccupping. It felt good. Yet they still stood, linked together, afraid to let each other go. She finally stepped out of her head, and looked up at Troy.

"Whoa."

"What?! What's wrong? Are you ok? Chad didn't hurt you, like hurt you did he? Oh my god I swear I'll kill him even more. Like before I was only going to kill him a little bit, but now I will kill him dead. I'll take his head-" He was cut off by a giggle, and a finger to his lips.

"Troy, as much as I love the idea of you grinding Chad to a pulp, I was woahing at your face! Shit that sounded wrong. Anyway, we need to clean you up." With this she took his hand and led him into his own house. Turns out, being a dancer makes you very adept at first aid, and she was able to clean up his various wounds, skilfully ignoring any winces, and the muscles of the boy in front of her.

"He got you good didn't he? I didn't think you'd be so easily beaten Troy! " This earned her a crossed-armed-wounded-i'm-not-talking-to-you-but-I'm-only-joking-look from Troy, complete with pout. She laughed, the first true laugh she had done in weeks, and he couldn't help but smile and laugh with her. "Come one, let's go cleaning!!" Troy's house, and garden for that matter, was best compared to a tip. But the tip would be better.

They worked together to clean up the bottles, cans and joints that littered the floor. And bizarrely someone's shoe. Then they moved indoors, putting ornaments the right way, trying to rub the face that someone had drawn on an 'artistic' statue of a man with no face. Sharpay thought it was better that way, but Troy new his mother would flip, so tried EVRYTHING. At the end the man just had a blurred face.

When they finished, they collapsed together on the sofa, and somehow Sharpay's head ended up on Troy's shoulder, and Troy's arm had magically crept around Sharpay's neck. They were watching some corny Disney movie, about some kids in a high school somewhere who kept randomly bursting into song. They both agreed it was lame. Which led to an argument.

"Musicals are sp frigging lame. I mean I had fun doing it, but watching it? Bleh."

"Oh sorry Mr Caveman!! It's art! Just because you don't get points for it, and you don't get girls throwing underwear and showing their breasts to the lead actor in musicals doesn't make them lame!"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! When were there breasts at a basket ball game? Why did I miss this?"

"Well, it might have been because you were so whipped that if you even though of breasts you'd be assaulted verbally by that shrill voice. Seriously, how did you put up with that? Her voice made me frigging shudder!"

"URGH! I know! But she had a nice arse. Oh, and she had this trick when she would take my-"

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. TOO MUCH INFORMATION! What's wrong with you boy? Why would I ever want to know that! Your disgusti-"

Troy cut her off by kissing her. And it felt awesome. She didn't seem to respond at first, but soon she was getting into it, and it was perfect. With Gabriella, it was too fast, too slow, too hard, too soft, too everything. Nothing was right. But this kiss, this moment. Just being here with Sharpay, there was no other way to describe it. It was just right. Until she pulled away.

"What the hell was that Troy?"

"Well I think it was kiss, how about you?" He knew his answer was sarcastic, but he was confused. That was perfect right? So what was the fuss?

"I can't do this, I can't fucking do this." She started grabbing her things, whilst her voice became more and more hysterical. He stood up, and tried to catch her, get her to talk to him, but each time he tried she shrugged him off with the same strength she showed when attacking Chad.

"What's wrong? Pay? Answer me!"

"WHATS WRONG? My brother is in a fucking coma troy, fighting for his life. My dad just died, and my mother is a wreck, and the only reason she gets up in the morning is to take anti-depressants. And me? I'm, well I was, at a frigging party? How is that not messed up? I'm kissing you, Troy Bolton, who I've been in love with since like second grade, whilst my family is fighting to stay a family?! I can't fucking be here." She was searching for a flip flop, and her hands were flailing and she was crying but Troy didn't do anything. He was stunned.

"You...you love me?" This got her attention. She whirled around to face him, and they stared each other in the eye.

"Yes."

And she walked out of the room.

As she walked to her car, she turned her phone on, and was instantly assaulted by the 45 missed calls, 77 texts, and the answer phone message. Confused, she rang the voicemail service on her phone and listened to the message. And then ran to her car, with her phone still spouting voicemails.

"Sharpay honey? Please answer your phone, oh god. It's Ryan, just get to the hospital as soon as you can. I love you so much baby, I need you here, just please, please, get here soon."

Sharpay mistook her mother's tears of joy, for tears of sadness, and raced to the hospital, in the dead of night with tears streaming down her face.

Explanation time!

It has been months since I updated this, and I am so sorry. I hope I haven't lost anyones support, and I hope I gain more support from newuns reading this! I started a new school in September, and its taken a bit to get used too, but now its awesome. My internet broke, my laptop broke, My hand broke! It seemed that everything wanted me to not finish this story, but I will, I swear! I just need time, and a bit of help and input.

So now! I want reviews! Say whatever you want. Well no flames, their just pointless, but I would love people's ideas on the direction of the story, and really what you think of it so far!

I'm sorry that I'm an appalling updater, but I will try better.

Thanks for sticking with me.

And all reviews get a gold star!