Sharpay opened her eyes, squinting to adjust to the sunlight that shone through the window. She looked over to the other side of the bed expecting Troy, then remembered the previous night and sighed. There used to be times, when they would get in arguments, but no matter what, they always go to bed together. But that was months and months ago. But to Sharpay, those memories felt like they were years in the past.

After reluctantly peeling off the comforter off her body, she got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. From the corner of her eye, she saw the broken fragments of the glass still lying on the floor. She stared at it for a second before getting a broom from the cabinet. After carefully sweeping up the glass, she took a cloth from the kitchen counter to clean up the food still left on the floor.

Troy walked in the kitchen just as she kneeled down.

"I was going to do that," He said sheepishly as she continued to clean up the mess.

"Well, lucky you, now you don't have to," She walked past him and washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

He followed her silently, watching her from across the counter. She turned off the tap but stayed exactly where she was. After trying numerous times to catch her eye, he finally gave up.

"Shar," He walked around the island between them. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry." She rolled her eyes. "And I'm always stupid enough to believe you. When do you ever actually mean it?"

"I do mean it!" He exclaimed, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I said I'm sorry. What else do you want me to say?"

She spun around to face him, with anger flashing in her eyes, "You're just saying those words. It's not what you say, god damn it. I want you to mean it when you say you're sorry. I don't want your empty words that have no meaning. You're saying sorry as if I'm forcing you to say it. Well you know what? I don't want your apology."

Troy groaned and closed his eyes "It's way too early in the morning to start this."

She stared at him in disbelief then gave a short laugh. "Do you ever care about what I say? Or do you just not listen?"

"I do listen! I am listening!" He yelled. "But no matter what I say, it's either not the right thing to say, or I apparently don't mean them! Fuck, Sharpay, what do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?" She raised an eyebrow. Closing her eyes, she shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "I want you to care, I want you to want to come home at night and be with me. But you're so caught up in all that stupid fame." By the end of her sentence, she was yelling and tears were streaming down her face. She turned away from him and wiped them away.

"You should be happy that you can-,"

"Why would I be happy, Troy?" She demanded, angrily. "You haven't given me a single reason to be happy."

Happy? That was the one word that could not be used to describe their relationship or how she felt. If he thought she was truly happy then he had serious issues. Then again, how would he even notice?

"I buy you everything you want," He shouted. "This house, and all your stupid shoes and clothes. Do you think money just comes out of the blue? I do it so you can be happy."

"So I can be happy? I'm sorry, are you sure you know what that word means?" She cried, exasperated. "This house doesn't even feel like a home. There is so much space it and you're never in it. I'm always alone in this huge mansion. What makes you think that can make me happy?"

"Now you have the problem with the house?" He threw his arms up. "Can anything please you?" He said sarcastically.

"No, that's not the point!" She screamed, irritated. "I don't care if you buy me things. I don't want gifts from you. I just want you."

She rubbed her temples with one hand. During most of her life, she had lived in a huge house, smaller than the one she was in now, but still, when only Ryan and she lived in it, it felt big. Their parents were never home, either on vacation or on business trips. When they were home, they would make sure they weren't home. They would go out and she never saw them.

Then when she was in high school, she moved in with her grandma when she became ill and ended up staying there. Her grandma would've been completely fine without her, but Sharpay insisted. Even after she was healthy, she didn't want to live in her parent's house so she lived with her grandma where mostly all her family was.

They both remained silent for what felt like forever, until Troy spoke up again.

"I don't know what you want to hear from me, but I'm sorry, Shar," He muttered. "I don't know what else I can say."

I love you? She remained silent, with her eyes focused on her hands that were holding tightly onto the edge of the counter. It took everything in her to not breakdown and cry out like a two year old.

"I'm sorry, Sharpay," He moved a little closer to her cautiously.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Letting out a short laugh, she said, "You actually sound like you mean it this time." She said, softly. "But then again we're actors. Of course you can do that."

He sighed, "I mean it, Pay, I'm sorry."

"This isn't fair!" She yelled and turned to him, letting the salty tears fall freely. "You always do this. Every single fucking day. And you know very well I will forgive you no matter whatever the hell you do. But you'll turn around and break my trust again." She cried.

"I'm sorry. I promise you, I won't do it again. I'll take you out tonight, okay?" Troy moved forward slowly, afraid to make her go off on him.

She scoffed, "Tonight, you're not going anywhere. You promised Mallory you'd be at her birthday party."

"Right. I did not forget that." He pursed his lips.

"You better not have." She let go of the counter. "You can hurt me, but don't go hurting that innocent little girl that still loves you."

All the confidence in his face disappeared then he froze, "Still? What do you mean 'still'?"

She gave him a sad smile, "I'm just saying, don't make her hate you. She loves you so much, Troy."

He stared at her, unable to move. They both knew they weren't talking about Mallory anymore. He opened his mouth and closed it.

Through everything they've gone through, all the arguments and fights, Troy loved Sharpay. He didn't regret their marriage a single bit even though it was going downhill now. But he didn't realize how much he was hurting her. All those lonely nights she went through while he got drunk and went out with friends, he didn't know she would be sitting at home waiting for him. He got drunk so easily and he would always lose track of time, forgetting about all their problems and he loved that. He hated the tears he constantly saw on her face nowadays, especially knowing he was the one who caused them. He truly did mean it all the times he said 'sorry', but he was an idiot. He didn't think before he act or before he spoke. So even if he went out, planning on getting just a quick drink with his friends then spending the night with Sharpay, he would end up staying out the whole entire night without even realizing.

Most girls say, 'I can't give myself to him. I'm afraid I'll end up getting hurt." But that doesn't mean a girl can't hurt a guy. The past girlfriends Troy's had never worked out, because while every girl he was with would open up to him, he didn't. If he got his heart broken, the whole world would know. So he never opened up to anyone. Sharpay had been the one person he had let in. But even so, he never lets her in completely. If he told her how much he actually loved her and needed her, she could so easily break him.

He took one step, closing the gap between them. "Shar, I-"

The ring tone of his phone interrupted him and they both jumped, startled by the unexpected noise. In that silent household, it was like the loudest thing on earth.

Troy blinked and cleared his throat and took a step back.

"Troy Bolton," He said in the annoying 'movie star' voice that Sharpay hated, and walked out of the kitchen.

She let out a breath she hadn't realize she'd been holding in. She had been so close to breaking and falling in his arms again. That was what she wanted most right now. To just melt into Troy's arms and not do anything. But as always, his job or himself came first.

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"Birthday cake, loot bags, food, decorations, her present. Oh my god, tell me you at least got her a gift," Sharpay laughed, "You so desperately need Taylor."

Chad groaned, "I know. Her boss and her stupid work. Thank god Taylor got her the present already." He banged his head against the back of his seat. "How does she think I can manage this?"

"She knows you'll come to me." Sharpay rested her head on his shoulder. They were in the limo going to buy things that Chad had forgotten to get for his daughter's party. She wondered if she'd ever have to do this for her own child one day. Oh, who was she kidding; it would be a miracle if she and Troy ever had a child. She sighed.

"Oh, I know that sigh." Chad turned his head down to look at her. "What did Troy do?"

"How do you know it's not my fault?" She laughed.

"Because you, my princess, is perfect," He gave her a hug that she had very much needed.

"You're a good best friend," She stated and sat up straight.

Chad let out a dramatic sigh, "I know, I know. I just don't know how I do it." He wiped the invisible sweat off his forehead.

Sharpay rolled her eyes. It felt so great to be able to have such an easy conversation with someone. It would've been nice if that someone could be Troy, but Sharpay had given up trying that a long time ago.

"What's wrong, Shar?" Chad looked at his friend genuinely concerned. They have had this conversation almost a thousand times. Both Troy and Sharpay were his best friends, but he knew Troy was an asshole and he felt terrible for Sharpay.

"Nothing really worth talking about. It's just the same as always," She gave him a quick smile to reassure him. "It's your daughter's birthday. Let's talk about happier things okay?"

"Alright," He eyed her carefully, knowing her smile was fake, but decided he wouldn't push it. "But he's coming tonight, right? Mallory will be crushed if he doesn't show up."

She nodded, "She actually personally called him before she went to school to remind him. He promised her he would be there," but how much does his promises really mean these days? She thought.

"Well, if he promised her he'll go, he will." Chad stated, nodding. There was no doubt in his voice.

Sharpay tried to think back to the times when she could say that as confidently as he had. When she still had complete trust in him to do what he said he would. It was painful to actually think of how hard it was for her to recall a memory.

The limo came to a stop and someone opened the door for them.

"I wish I could say that as easily as you can."

Hey! So I decided I liked Sharpay and Chad's relationship in my oneshot 'Surprise', so that's how they're going to be :)! Hope you liked this chapter.

I'd like to hear what you think of this and I'm would love criticism and things I need to work on too. So please review? They mean a lot and they keep me wanting to write. Because even though I have a lot of alerts, I feel like no one's reading. It actually makes me so much more happy to receive a review.

Thanks!

-macyxo