A/N: The first chapters are going to be a little rocky so just buckle your seatbelts and hang on because it's worth the ride.
"I wake up to someone ringing the door bell repeatedly at my house. I open the door and there you stand, wearing a purple tank top with faded denim jeans. Behind you stands your twin brother, Ryan. He also is wearing faded jeans, but with a light purple dress shirt and a matching purple hat.
"Hurry up, Bolton! Or I swear to God I'll leave your ass." You yell at me an I run upstairs and get dressed, putting on a striped blue and white shirt with dark denim jeans. I hurry down the stairs to see you tapping your purple three-inch stiletto on the floor impatiently. You see me coming and you stop. "Finally." You say but not before laughing at my appearance. As we walk out to your brother's car, you talk about how I'm fashionably challenged. I argue that my clothes are greatly picked out. You roll your eyes and get in the car. Your brother takes the driver seat as you take the passenger's, while I take the back.
We ride to school in silence and, with the exception of a little fight you and I have about your suckish choice in music, we arrive in the East High parking lot without incident. We enter the school and walk down the hall to where the gang consisting of Taylor Mckessie, Gabriella Montez, and Chad Danforth is standing by my locker.
Chad, or Afro boy as you like to call him, pats me on the back. "Why were you in the car with Sharpay and Ryan?" I start to say that you kidnapped me, but you shoot me one of your famous ice glares.
"My car is in the shop and they live closer to me so I asked them to pick me up." I answer as the bell rings and we head off to class which we all have Mrs. Darbus for: The place where this whole story begins.
Halfway through her class you throw something at my head, causing me to yell "What the hell?"
Darbus turns to stare at me and said, "That's a detention for you, Mr. Bolton, for disrupting my class." You start to giggle and she turns to stare at you, too. "You can join him too Ms. Evans, since you find it so humorous." I chuckle under my breath as you turn and shoot me another glare.
Later at detention, it is only you and me and Darbus. We are painting the set and props for the upcoming musical that you are destined to star in. Darbus is sitting off stage watching us work until she excuses herself to attend something in her office, but not before telling us to behave. As soon as the door closes shut, you turn to me. "Detention is so boring. I have so much more important stuff to do than this."
"You were the one who got us into this." I remind you.
"Whatever, Bolton. Don't blame this on me." You roll your eyes and unconsciously flick your wrist at me. Amazingly, your hand has a paint brush in it so when you flick your wrist at me, paint gets all over my shirt. I gasp and you look at me and, when you see the paint, you try to apologize. "I'm sorry." You say, but you're laughing each word. "I didn't mean to-" Before you can finish whatever you was saying, I flick some yellow paint at you. You gasp in shock this time as your purple shirt has a new splash of yellow on it. I start to laugh, but you throw more at me. It ends up turning into an all out paint war. We get up and throw paint at each other. You take your paint brush and smear paint into my shirt. I grab you from behind and push my paint brush down your shirt to smother your chest with paint. We can't stop laughing…until we hear Darbus' voice.
"What is going on here?"
We stop what we are doing and look up where Darbus stood watching us with angry eyes. As she marches to the stage, I feel something under my hand, so I peek over your shoulder-since I still have you from behind-and see where my hand is. I draw my hand back like it is on fire. You start to readjust your shirt as Darbus finally reaches us.
"What happened here?" She asks. We look around not able to answer. So she decides that you and I should come every Saturday for the next two months to serve Saturday detention. I groan inwardly as you try to get Darbus to change her mind but she is immovable.
"Look what you've done. You got us into more trouble." I say to you as she leaves us on the stage. You just roll your eyes and, after grabbing your paint covered purse, storm out the auditorium. I follow you because you are my ride. Now we stood outside waiting for your brother to come and pick us up. We are quiet for a second until you turn and glare at me.
"I can't believe this. This is your entire fault." You accuse. That gets us into the same argument as before. Next thing I know, we are in each other's face calling out insults. You call me a stupid basketball playing zombie as I call you Ice Queen and other stuff. Before either of us notice, my arms are wrapped around you and we're kissing. Your arms are around my neck and we're making out. I have you against the wall with my body pressed up against yours. I have no idea what is happening or how it happened, but my body sure does. So does yours. Your legs wrap around my waist while your hands knot in my hair. We don't separate until we hear your phone going off in your purse. You break off from my mouth, gasping for air and pushing me off of you so that you can answer the phone.
It's your brother.
You talk to him for a few minutes before closing your cell. "Ryan's running a little late. He'll be here soon." I notice that your eyes stay glued to the ground and I can't blame you: I can't look in your eyes either. Neither of us could understand what just took place between us and neither one of us wants to talk about it. We stand in silence until your brother drives up and we get in the car. We drive in complete silence for a while and Ryan notices the change in our normal atmosphere.
"What's up with you two? Why are you so quiet?"
"No reason." You answer quickly. "Painting is just so exhausting, right Bolton?" You smirk at me and I nod quickly.
"Right Evans."
"See?" You wave it off and turn on more of your suckish music. I groan and you look at me in the rearview mirror and smirk. I scowl at you before looking out the window. We arrive at my house and I get out, but before I walk away you yell, "Be ready tomorrow!" Then you guys were off.
The next day everything is back to normal and we're in the hall arguing when Darbus calls us into her office. "I've thought about the punishment I gave you two and though you did destroy my set, I find it harsh to give you two months. So instead, I'm giving you an alternative assignment. I want you two to do a fifteen page report about something in the history of the theater and turn it in two weeks from today." You sign at the thought of having to work with me for two weeks but accept her punishment. And that's why you are walking up to me after school.
"You're coming over my house right now so we can work on the project, right?" Before I can answer, you keep going. "C'mon, let's go before Ry leaves us." I follow you, wanting to be as over with it too.
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