From AK-tutti: Oh, poor Mr. B as you all said. Thanks for all the reviews, they mean a lot to us :). Ok, so it's been a long wait, but here you have chapter 6. But before we continue, a little commercial from my side; I've just posted my first solo HSM fic, it's a Troypay, and it's called 'Everything You Are'. Please give it a read ;b. So keep an eye out for it and future updates, please. Anyway, on with this story; when you're done reading it, please review :).

From Stessa: I apologise for the long wait too. I don't have much to say, except read Nathalie's fic. It's good. And then without further ado… I present; chapter 6!

Disclaimer; We're very sorry, but we do not own anything related to High School Musical. We'll create something much better one day, just wait ;b

Twist of Love

Chapter 6.

"Give it to me!" A 14 year old Sharpay Evans said, reaching for the 'pokéball' in her best friend's hand, "C'mon, Gabs. I know how to open it, I swear."

"No, Shar, it's mine." Gabriella exclaimed, giving Sharpay the shoulder, so she couldn't take her pokéball. They both knew that at the age of 14, it was pretty childish to play with pokémon. That's why they'd gotten it in the first place. They loved being childish and goofing off. What was better than that?

"But I know how to do it!" Sharpay said, trying to reach around Gabriella to get the ball, but she wasn't succeeding very much. It was irritating, because it would save them a lot of time if Gabriella would just let her do it! "C'mon, Gabs!?"

"No!" Gabriella said, her voice firm, "Just because you're the ´older´" she used air quotes, "Doesn't mean you can walk all over me, Shar! Let me do it, now, okay!?"

"Fine, fine, fine!" Sharpay said, crossing her arms across her chest, letting Gabriella get her way. For once. Sharpay was often the one who got her way in the end. She would probably end up asking her to open it later when she figured she couldn't do it.

"Thank you!" Gabriella smiled, and then she looked down at the ball, trying to get it open, using her not so long fingernails. It was hard though, because Sharpay's nails were longer, and she'd be able to do it in a second. She didn't want to give up though, so she fiddled around with it for a good while, before she finally looked up at Sharpay, a weird look in her eyes. Without saying a word, she handed it to her.

Sharpay gladly took it into her hands, but of course she got a little too carried away! She tore the pieces apart so hard, that the pokémon flew out of the ball and landed somewhere on the floor. Gabriella let out a gasp, and quickly kneeled down to look around, while Sharpay followed, a guilty look on her face.

"I'm so sorry, Gabs!" Sharpay whined, crawling away from her, while her hands searched everywhere for the little toy that Gabriella wanted so much. "I'm gonna find it, I promise!"

"I can't believe you did that, Sharpay!" Gabriella said, searching the floor too. But it could be everywhere. There were furniture everywhere.

"Oh, oh!" Sharpay suddenly exclaimed, and held up something, "I found it! Look!" she crawled towards Gabriella and held her palm out, where a purple toy was placed, smiling up at them.

"Thank you!" Gabriella said, grabbing the toy, "Thank you Sharpay!"

"You're welcome." Sharpay smiled, "I'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose."

"I know," Gabriella said, and then she shot Sharpay a huge smile. She looked at the toy once more, before enveloping her best friend in a huge hug. "Uhm, I love you Sharpay! You're the best friend ever! I know you'll never do anything to hurt me! I know! Don't worry!"

Sharpay sighed at the memory, as she watched Troy and Gabriella sitting together in a comfortable chair, by the window, looking out at the snow. It was kinda sad. They were stuck at a hotel room for one night, this close to Christmas, and had nothing to do. Mr. B was out somewhere, Sharpay knew he was making some phone calls, but Troy and Gabriella thought he was chilling in his own room.

Sharpay had for the first time gotten her own room at a hotel. Normally she and Gabriella shared because that was more fun and cosy. But Gabriella and Troy had gotten a room together, so that was just her bad luck. She was hating it. To her guts. And as they were sitting there, arms wrapped around each other, she felt so alone and as an outsider. This was their thing, and she felt like she was invading their privacy.

She looked at Troy, and got lost in his face again, as he was whispering something in Gabriella's ear. She sighed, as she realized that what Gabriella had said those years ago, was slowly becoming untrue. She was slowly doing something to hurt Gabriella, though she wished she wasn't. But she couldn't help herself. She was slowly realizing what it was that she felt inside every time she talked to Troy, or even just looked at him.

She stood up and made her way into the hallway, not before grabbing her phone. She hoped there was somehow quiet out there, but there probably wasn't. Now, how was she gonna find a place to have a nice conversation with her twin brother if a bunch of crazy fans would be harassing her?

She figured she could find a baseball cap and go the lobby of the hotel, and find a corner where she could be herself. She stepped into the room again, hurryingly grabbed a cap, and then she was outie once again. She pulling it on, and tried her best to hide her blonde locks under it, and she did a fair good job. She made her way down the elevator, and took a seat in a big red chair, looking out on the snowy street, through the window.

She dialled her brothers number, a great feeling in her stomach. She couldn't wait to talk to him again, it had been too long. She missed him so much, he was the person she trusted the most in the entire world. And when she was away, she made sure to call him at least every week, but she had been lagging on that, because she'd been talking a lot to Mr. B about Lucille's cancer. He couldn't talk to Troy, because the poor boy still didn't know a thing about it.

She felt guilty knowing about the cancer, when Troy didn't know. She wanted to tell him every time they exchanged one word with each other. Even during dinner last night in the restaurant when he'd asked her to pass the salt. She'd quietly handed it to him, while trying not to look at him, because she knew that if she did, she'd end up spilling the beans. And she'd promised Mr. B not to tell, and a promise is a promise. And Sharpay Evans almost never broke her promises.

It didn't take Ryan very long to pick up. He sounded very cheery, but that was a given. He was with his girlfriend, at their parent's house, having a nice Christmas get together, "Hi Shar!" she chuckled, "Everybody, it's Paypay!"

"Hi Sharpay!" the chorused, and the sound of their sincere voices, made Sharpay really realized how much she missed home.

"Hey everybody!" she said, "What are you doing?"

"Chilling out." Ryan replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, Ryan," Sharpay said, "But could you put me off speak phone and go somewhere? I need to speak to you. Privately."

"Sure," Ryan said, and she could hear him moving around, and then a door closed. She guessed her was in the kitchen now, "What's up, Shar? You sound upset, something wrong?"

"It's just…" Sharpay trailed off, biting her lip, "I wished I was there with you, hearing you right now, having fun."

"Oh, missing home?" Ryan chuckled, "Don't worry, I miss you too, Paypay. We all do. You have no idea."

She giggled slightly, "Anyway… It's kinda sad here. I'm all alone, Gabriella got a new boyfriend, and…" she sighed, "They're together all the time, I have nothing to do. And then Mr. B is having problems with his wife, and it's his son Gabby is dating, and I can't tell him about it, I feel so guilty."

"I'm sorry…" Ryan said, "That doesn't sound fun. Why don't you tell Gabriella if you feel left out? You two have been friends since you were really young, you should be able to tell each other everything."

"Well…" Sharpay trailed off, biting her lip a little, it was something she did often when she was nervous about something, "It's not only that, there's a lot more to it than just that, Ry… I can't tell her, because… Well, I like the guy she's with." She paused, "I think."

"That's not good, Sharpay." Ryan said, sounding really serious, "How can you fall for your best friend's boyfriend?"

"I'm not even sure I've fallen for him, Ryan!" Sharpay argued, raising her voice slightly, "But I'm feeling weird around him. Could be because of the secret, though, so I don't know for sure."

"Then maybe you need to figure this out, Sharpay." Ryan said, "Go get laid or something, that'll clear you mind about things."

"Haha, very funny, " Sharpay said, "I'm not gonna sleep with some random guy and end up getting aids or HIV or whatever. That'll ruin my career, and after all, that is the most important thing."

"True, true." Ryan said, "But you need to sort your feelings out, Sharpay. If it's for real you like him, Gabriella deserves to know."

"Yeah, okay." Sharpay sighed, giving in. Mainly because she knew he was right, but also because she didn't want to hear more about it. He could sound so much wiser and older than her when he wanted to, and it really annoyed her. She hated being the small one, "Say hi to mom and dad, Ry. And Sofia too. I've got to go. I'll go check on Mr. B. He needs support, you see."

"That's the girl I know," Ryan said, "Thinking about other people. And yes, I'll tell them hi. Say hello to Gabriella from me, and also that… guy. Whom I don't know the name of."

"It's Troy," Sharpay giggled, "And bye." She hung up the phone, and placed it in her lap, once again looking out of the snowy window. It was getting darker outside, which meant the day was over sooner. Luckily, because she just wanted to put on her PJs and crawl into bed, watching some old movie. She could have stayed in bed all day, but Gabriella and Troy had decided to pay her a visit, but they ended up making out in her room instead.

How nice of them.

She let out a deep sigh, and pulled her cap off, letting her head rest on the chair. Her hair fell across her shoulders in a mess, but she didn't care. Even huge stars have their bad hair-days, who doesn't? She closed her eyes for a second, thinking things over. Why was she worrying so much about Troy and his feelings? She shouldn't care, he's just some guy.

But he was dating her best friend. He was sweet and awfully charming too. Maybe that was why, he'd already gotten a place in her heart. She had a feeling she wouldn't get rid of him soon, and she wasn't sure if she liked that or not. If she wasn't getting rid of him, that probably meant he was going to be with Gabriella for a long while. She didn't like that idea very much. In fact, she hated it, even though Gabriella was her best friend.

She opened her eyes again, and came face to face with two little girls. One of them had brown hair and braids, reminding her so much of Gabriella when she was younger. The other had honey blonde hair and green eyes. Her hair was in pigtails, and it was a good deal shorter than the other girl's. They looked at her, their eyes curious, but as they realized she'd seen them, the brunette retired to behind the blonde's back.

That might as well have been herself and Gabriella. She always protected her best friend.

"Are you Sharpay Evans?" the blonde asked, her eyes big, "Because you have her face!"

Sharpay giggled slightly, and smiled at the cute girl, "Yes, I am." She said, "And what's your name?"

"My name is Sandy, and that's Ida," the blonde girl, Sandy replied, pulling her friend out from behind her back, "I can't believe it's you! We're such huge fans of the Sweethearts! This is amazing!"

"Is Gabriella Montez here too?" Ida asked, finally saying something.

"Yes, but she's in her hotel room." Sharpay replied, smiling at the two cute girls, "So? You like our music? Which song is your favourite?"

"Uhm…" Ida seemed to think about it, because she squeeze her eyes shut and titled her head to the side, getting a cute and thoughtful look across her face.

"All of them!" Sandy exclaimed, "I love all of them! They're all so good." She took a seat in the sofa next to Sharpay's chair, and almost crawled over the armrest, wanting to be as close to her idol as possible, "Can I sit here?"

"Sure," Sharpay smiled, as Ida sat down next to her friend, "You can sit wherever you want."

"Who was that on the phone?" Ida asked.

"That was my twin brother Ryan." Sharpay replied.

"Wow," Ida said, "You're a twin!?"

"Yup," Sharpay said, "And I miss him very much when I'm on tour with the Sweethearts, so I call him all the time. He's at home."

"I bet he misses you too." Sandy said, "I know I would if you were my twin sister."

"I'd like to think he does." Sharpay giggled. She couldn't believe how cute these two girls were. Suddenly her day had just gotten a whole lot better. They took her mind off everything. She wouldn't mind sitting talking to them for the rest of the day. She knew their parents would be looking for them soon, though. The girls couldn't be more than 8 years old.

She was right, because in that second, a man who looked a lot like Ida, came towards them, "Girls! You can't disappear just like that!" he said, "We got worried."

"Sorry dad," Ida replied, "But we saw Sharpay Evans… from the Sweethearts!"

"Oh," the man said, turning to look at her, "I'm so sorry, were they bothering you?"

"No, no." Sharpay smiled, extending her hand to him, which he shook, "We were just talking."

"Okay," the man smiled, "But we'll be going now. C'mon girls, Sandy, your father is waiting for you too."

"But uncle, can we have a picture please?" Sandy said, pouting her lips at him. She turned to Sharpay, and did the same, "Can we? And an autograph?"

"Sure," Sharpay said, "I don't mind at all. Crawl onto my lap, and your uncle can take the picture."

The two girls squealed and jumped onto the chair, where the settled themselves, resting their heads cutely against Sharpay's shoulder and chest. They had huge smiles on their faces, but who wouldn't if they'd just met their idol? Their father/uncle quickly fixed a digital camera out of his backpack, and captured a lot of pictures of the girls with the singer. He knew they'd be happy forever, and if he took many, there was a chance that at least one of them got good. When he had been shooting away for about a minute, the girls crawled down, and grabbed two napkins from the nearest table, while their father/uncle handed Sharpay a pen.

She grabbed one of the napkins, and read aloud what she was writing, "Hi Ida. You're a cool girl, nice talking to you. I hope you have fun on your vacation, and that you have a merry Christmas. Watch out for your tight friendship with Sandy, it can last forever. Love, Sharpay Evans." She handed it to Ida, who hugged it tightly, and then she took Sandy's napkin, and read aloud too, "Hi sweet Sandy. You remind me a little of myself, so that ain't a bad thing. Be sure to take care of Ida, she'll appreciate it. I hope you have a good Christmas, and get what you wish for. Remember to always go after your dreams, and they'll come true. Hugs and kisses, Sharpay Evans."

"Thanks!" Sandy said, grabbing the napkin, "You're a cool star!"

Sharpay giggled, "And you're a cool girl. Have fun you two."

"You too." Ida replied, taking her father's hand.

"Have a good Christmas, sir." Sharpay told him, as they turned to walk away.

"Right back at ya'." He laughed, and dragged the two girls with him, while they kept turning to wave at Sharpay, who happily waved back, knowing just how much that little gesture meant to them. Normally she didn't take as much time with her fans, because normally when one person spotted her, everybody came up, wanting a picture or and autograph. But she had nothing to do today, and the lobby was almost empty.

She stood up, grabbed her cell phone and baseball cap, and made her way towards the elevator, to go talk to Mr. B. Suddenly, her day had just gotten a lot better. It was funny that way.

She finally found herself outside Mr. B's room, and she knocked on the door. No answer. She decided to peek inside, the room was empty, it looked like Mr. B had never been in there. She glanced around for some clue to where Mr. B might be. She found a note on his nightstand;

'Dear Sharpay,

I know, I made you promise to stick around, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to do it, you understand that, don't you? It just doesn't seem right to be in Memphis, miles away from Albuquerque, when my wife is very sick. I really tried to stay, but it was too hard.

When you talked me into staying, I thought it was gonna be easy, when I had you to talk to about it all. I guess, it was harder than I thought. I know you said, I had nothing to worry about with Lucille, and that she's a survivor, and you're right about that, but still I can't help but worry.

Don't get upset, Shar. I was there for the Christmas specials, like when Jingle Bell Rock went no. 1 in the Christmas charts. We had that huge celebration party, and it was really fun, it helped take my mind off it all for one night. Mr. McKessie and his daughter, Taylor, will be there at 9 O'clock tomorrow morning, so after you've read this; go to bed. You need to be rested, you have to look presentable for my sub, my partner, and I will still know, if you try to pull something on Taylor, I will not have that. Don't worry, Mr. McKessie is a great guy, and you'll have tons of fun with him. I'm sorry, though, that I can't be there tomorrow, when the Christmas album 'The Sweethearts Goes Christmas' releases, hopefully it will go straight to no. 1, and you make sure to call me if that happens, ok? But I'm sure it will, it's on the most wanted list in the country, so it most definitely will.

Remember the promise you made me, Sharpay. Don't tell Troy a thing, first when he asks, where I am, then you can tell him everything. Remember, first when he asks.

Best Christmas wishes,

Mr. B (I'll be back before you know it.)'

Sharpay sighed, as she crumbled the paper into a small little ball and put it in her pocket. She had believed, it would be best for him to stay, but she had nothing against free will. Now she had to adjust to a new manager, Mr. McKessie. No way was she calling him that, he would have to settle for a Mr. McK, just as 'Jack Bolton' had to settle for a Mr. B.

She slowly began to walk back to her room, sad and excited at the same time. Sad; Mr. B had really left, and now they were stuck with his partner and some girl, they didn't even know. Excited; 'The Sweethearts Goes Christmas' was releasing tomorrow, she had totally forgotten about it, but reading Mr. B's letter reminded her of it. She couldn't wait for tomorrow.

She met Troy on her way to her room, the direction he was walking in, it looked like he was on his way to Mr. B's room. She had to stop him, if he was sad tomorrow, Gabriella would be sad, and if Gabriella was sad, Sharpay would be sad. And she didn't want to be sad on album releasing day, so she yelled; "Troy, stop! Wait."

He stopped up and went over to her to see, what she wanted. "What is it, Sharpay?"

"Mr. B told us to go to bed right now, we have to get up really early and be ready at 9, so we need some rest." She said very quickly, hardly breathing.

"You have heard of breathing, right?" He asked, sarcastic. "Why do we have to be ready at 9 anyway?"

"Oh no, you have awakened the wrath of Mr. B, you will now suffer from tickliness." Sharpay joked, she grabbed on to Troy's shoulder and turned him around, so that he was facing the way towards his and Gabby's room.

"Tickliness, is that even a word?" He asked, as Sharpay pushed him down the hallway towards his room. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, ah. Naughty Troy, there will be no question asking, otherwise the tooth fairy will come and spank you with a giant rubber toilet brush!"

"What?"

"Yeah hah."

"W-what?"

"Exactly!" Sharpay giggled, now acting terrified, "Hurry up, Troy. The tooth fairy is coming. Run! Run for your life, Troy. Don't think about me, safe yourself. AAAAAAARGH!"

She pushed Troy into his and Gabby's room and ran to her own, still screaming "argh" and very caught up in her little play. Remembering what Mr. B had written, she went to bed immediately, even though she was very much hyper.

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Sharpay was awake early that morning, getting ready for Mr. McK and his daughter Taylor to arrive. She wanted to make a good impression, but it would be kinda hard, since she knew she would be worrying about Mr. B a lot too. But today was a happy day, it was release day.

She hopped in the shower, took on clothes, did her hair and makeup and went to wake up the happy couple. She only knocked on their door and yelled their names until one of them answered, because walking in the and see them lying close to each other wasn't one of her Christmas wishes.

They were eventually all gathered in Sharpay's suite, waiting for a knock on the door. Troy and Gabriella were so busy making out that they didn't even hear it, so Sharpay went to open. On the other side stood ad tall man, in a suit, with glasses. His eyes and hair was brown. Next to him stood a teenage girl, very similar in appearance.

Sharpay let a huge smile on her face, "Hi!" she said, letting them in, "You must be Mr. McK and Taylor… Sorry about the McK, but I can't get myself to say your whole name, that's too weird, hope you don't mind." Sharpay said, the words rolling off her tongue without a breather.

Taylor looked at her, a weird look on her face, "Don't you ever breathe!?"

"Sometimes I forget to do so." Sharpay said, nodding slightly, as she was biting her lip, "How was the trip?"

"Good," Mr. McK said, shaking her hand, "It was long though, but quite comfortable. Where's… Gabriella?"

"She's with Mr. B's son in the living room." Sharpay said, leading the way, "If they're still living, you see, they're going out, so sometimes when they kiss they forget to breathe too."

Taylor giggled, and they all entered the living room, finding Troy and Gabriella still alive. Luckily enough, Sharpay couldn't figure out what to do if the guy she had a thing for was dead, along with her best friend and partner.

"Troy and Gabriella, this is Taylor and Mr. McK. Mr. McK and Taylor, this is Troy and Gabriella." Sharpay introduced them, smiling as they all shook hands. She could tell they would get along great.

"Congratulations on your CD release." Mr. McK smiled, sitting down on the small sofa.

"Thanks," Gabriella, being the most polite one, said, "We're very excited, right Shar?"

"Oh yeah," Sharpay said, "Very excited."

Taylor tried to catch Sharpay's eyes for a second, wondering what was up. Was this the way they normally behaved around each other? Sharpay caught her eye and gave her a slight shrug. She could tell they were gonna get along great, though the two Sweethearts were a bit weird.

From Stessa; Hmm, so yeah. We didn't get much further with the story in this chapter, but AK-tutti and I, we like to take things slow. And we will get to the Troypay soon! I promise, we will. And yeah, my exams went really good, so now I have vacation, but I'm not going anywhere, so I'll get a lot of time to write on ALL my joint fics ( I swear, I have SO many going on, it's crazy), plus finish my own fic, and write a lot of the one-shots I'm thinking about, and probably a new story. And also, that whole "you have her face"-comment, yup, I watched an interview with Ashley Tisdale, and some little girl actually asked her that, and I thought it fitted the situation, so I borrowed that comment. I just had to, it was so cute, so that line belongs to a little girl, whom I don't know. Anyway, I hope you review this chapter, it means the world to us. And then yeah, I'll let my dear friend finish with her A/N – take it away, my dear …

From AK-tutti; Can any of ya all say ramble? Stessa, you ramble. So, this was chapter 6, we hope you enjoyed. Please review and all that. So Sharpay and Gabriella, bff, aren't that great friends anymore all because of a guy, huh? And we got Taylor into the story, what do you say? Ok, so in my opinion this is one of the best chapters so far, so do us a favor and review. Maybe set a knew record? The most amount of reviews we've gotten for a chapter so far is 12-13, can you top that? Please try. Anyway, I have to pee, so I don't have much to say other than; let the reviewing begin.

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