No. She looked at the sheet of paper in her hands again that came in the mail this morning. The beautifully written messy cursive that she used to envy was making her want to rip all her hair out. She let out a frustrated scream.

"Okay, the idea wasn't that bad, gosh,"

Sharpay turned to Chad, completely confused. "What?"

"I was asking you what I should give Taylor for our anniversary, but clearly someone is not being helpful," He pouted and crossed his arms like a little girl.

"I'm sorry," Sharpay said, putting the sheet of paper down, then laid down next to Chad and pulled him down with her. "There's a lot on my mind right now."

"When is there not?" Chad laughed. "You can think about a pair of shoes for a whole day."

"Hey, shoes are a big deal, mister." She smiled and punched him playfully. "So what did you say you wanted to give Taylor?

"There was this ring in Tiffany's that I think Tay would really like, but I'm not so sure…" His eyebrows furrowed. "Like I'm not expert in these things and… Sharpay," He whined and pouted turning to her.

Sharpay laughed at his childishness. "Anything you get Taylor she'll love. Which ring?"

"That infinity ring?" Chad said sheepishly. "I know for some reason she isn't a fan of diamonds so I thought of getting it in the silver. Like I seriously don't understand… Any girl would die if someone got them diamonds, but she has to make my life so challenging and threaten to kill me if I get her diamonds. I mean what-"

Watching her best friend go on and on so worriedly made Sharpay giggle. "Chad shut up!" Chad turned his head, glaring at her. "She's going to love it."

"It's not too much? I mean we've only been married for… Oh gosh. I don't remember. No! No, no, I do. 4 years. It's been four years." He turned to Sharpay and narrowed his eyes. "Stop laughing at me. This is a serious matter."

"Aw Chad, sometimes I feel like I'm the one who is 4 years older than you instead of the other way around," She roller her eyes.

"Shut up." They remained silent after that for a while. "So how's your love life?"

Sharpay let out a sigh. "Imaginary."

"Haven't talked to him since that night at our house?"

"Nope and I don't intend to." Sharpay stared at the ceiling. All her encounters with Troy since he moved out a month ago hadn't been pleasant. "The one that makes you cry isn't worth your tears right?"

"And the one who is wouldn't make you cry." Chad said softly.

"Is it crazy that even though I do hate him, and I'm not just saying that because god, I hate him god damn much," She closed her eyes and paused, "But there's a part of me that still loves him?"

"No it's not." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Shar. But I don't know what I can say to make you feel better, but I'm sorry you have to go through this."

"It's not your fault," She smiled sadly and hugged him. "Ugh, now I have to get ready for my lunch with mother dearest." With a groan, she sat up from the bed.

"Oh, you have fun with that. I have to go shopping." He grumbled.

"How about we switch? Since you love eating, and I love shopping!" She looked at him with a huge smile.

"Yes, but let's not forget it's eating with your mom?" He gave her the same big smile while Sharpay glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"Get out of here, Danforth." She snapped and turned around.

Chad chucked and walked out of her room, shouting a "Love you, Shar!" as he walked out.

/

Sharpay walked into the restaurant annoyed. As if those stupid photographers weren't annoying enough, now they made her late and she would have to sit through a whole lunch with her mother telling her that being on time was important or whatever she found wrong with her that day. She spotted her mom sitting in a table by the window near the back and she took a deep breath before entering her nightmare.

"Mother," She greeted her and sat down, taking off her Marc Jacobs sunglasses.

"Sharpay," Her mother nodded in response and looked at her watch. "I thought you were never going to make it."

Sharpay resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm ten minutes late, mother. There were paparazzi in the front."

"It's an astonishment they still want to get a picture of you." Her mother mumbled quietly, though loud enough for Sharpay to hear.

And this was why Sharpay loved having these lunches with her mom. So loving. At least when her dad was here, it was a little more bearable. No luck with that today.

"I know, weird right? Considering the two albums I have released? Shocking." She opened her menu and started scanning through it.

"Now darling, there is no need for sarcasm. I was just merely stating." How her dad could stand living with her mother was a mystery to Sharpay. When Sharpay didn't reply in the next five seconds, she started again. "So I believe you received the letter your grandmother sent you?"

"Yes mother."

"Well then I expect you and that gorgeous boy, Troy Bolton to be down at your grandmother's next week. You wouldn't want to disappoint your grandmother, now would you?" She waved off the waiter that was nearing their table.

As in, 'you wouldn't want to disappoint me'. Ugh, it was already enough of a torture having to spend these endless hours having lunch with her. How is she going to be able to survive living three weeks under the same roof as her? Although knowing her mother, she would find a way to live somewhere else. If she hadn't loved her grandma this much, she would've made sure she avoided coming at all costs. It was her grandma's birthday though, how could she miss it just because of her mother? But Troy…

"No, of course not. I'll be there, but what if Troy can't come? He has this new movie coming out soon and they're already talking about a new one," She bit her lip, a nervous habit she's had since she was little whenever she lied. Technically, she hadn't exactly lied. He did have a new one coming and one in the works, but that wasn't the reason he wouldn't be able to come.

Her mother's over exaggerated gasp, which was probably fake, made Sharpay, roll her eyes. "Nonsense. He'll be here." She said with certainty.

"He can't come mother."

"Yes he will. Call him right now. There is no excuse." Sharpay stared at her with wide eyes and her jaw opened. Blinking several times before she actually processed what her mother said.

"I'm sorry?" Sharpay spluttered. "He- I… can't."

"I beg your pardon?"

Desperately searching through her blank mind, she found nothing. "He's- busy." She cursed her self for not being able to lie properly.

"Too busy for his own wife?" Her mother raised one of her perfect eyebrows. "Nonsense." She repeated. "Call him."

Sharpay's mouth opened and closed several times before she slowly reached for the phone in her Louis Vuitton purse. Now would've probably been a good time to tell her mother her relationship with Troy was, well, sort of, nonexistent. They were married, yes, but they haven't talked for a whole entire month except for the occasional fights they had when they had been at Chad's and Taylor's. Somehow though, she couldn't get herself to look her mother in the eye and tell her that. When her mom found out she got married, she was less than pleased, but after a while, she accepted the fact. Now after four months, she just couldn't sit in front of her mom, get judged, get told how big of a failure she was or how she couldn't make a man in her life stayed because she wasn't good enough. So she reached into her purse and got out her blackberry.

"Darling, we don't have all day for you to make this phone call. I would like to eat before this century ends." Her mother gave her a smile, most probably fake, but at this moment, Sharpay could care less. Her mind and heart was racing, thinking of all the horrible outcomes this would have.

"Uhm, alright." Sharpay laughed and inwardly groaned. What the fuck was she going to do? "I'm…uh going to the washroom. I'll call after. Order for me? Thanks." She quickly got up the table before her mom even had a second to response.

/

What just happened?

She had not thought this through, Crap.

What the hell was she going to do now? And to think she was the star of the improv team back in high school. He was busy? That was the best she could come up with? If her drama could see her now…oh how disappointed he would be. Her star student couldn't even tell a half decent lie without stuttering about ten times. Oh boy.

With her phone in hand, she paced back and forth in the women's washroom with a million thoughts running through her head. She couldn't just call Troy…or could she? What was she going to say? 'Hey, we haven't talked in a month, I still hate you, but could you come live with me and my whole entire family for three weeks?' No, that wouldn't go well. But what could she tell her mom? Probably that they were planning to get a divorce… But Troy or her arbitrary mother... three weeks with Troy couldn't be that bad, right? She was married with him, or... well... Oh why, oh why was her mother making her life so challenging?

After staring at her phone for another minute, debating with her self, she gathered enough courage to get her phone out of her purse. With a grimace, she dialed the number that had been tattooed in her brain. After calling five times and still not hearing his voice over the phone, she decided to give up. Clearly he wasn't going to pick up. Good.

/

"What were you doing in there? Having a party?" Her mother questioned when Sharpay sat down, once again across from her.

"Nope," She was like a cat on hot bricks. Her hands wouldn't stop fidgeting and she was pretty sure her lip was going to bleed soon from her constant biting.

"Where were we before you rudely left the table?" She stared expectantly at her daughter while Sharpay kept her mouth shut. There was no way in hell she was going to bring up Troy if her mother had already forgotten. "Ah yes, Troy Bolton." Nevermind that.

One last try couldn't hurt. "But mother, he's busy right now."

Waving her hand dismissively, she said, "A man is never too busy for his own wife." Then she furrowed her eyebrows. "Well hurry up, your salad is going to be here soon."

Salad? She wanted a sandwich or something that was definitely not that healthy. She sighed and once again, dialed the number slowly. Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pick- "Uh Sharpay?" Kill me now.

Her eyes widened and she silently screamed. "Troy!" She faked a huge smile and giggle as her mother gave her a weird look.

Troy excused himself from the table. "May I help you?" He didn't mean to sound rude, actually he did, but that wasn't the point. Sharpay was calling him sounding like the happiest person on earth.

You choose to pick up the phone now? "Remember this morning before you left the house I told you about how I had to go to my grandma's for three weeks?" Her mother shot her a look of disapproval and shook her head.

"No… Sharpay, are you high?"

She laughed nervously, ignoring him. "You can't come right?" Sharpay paused while Troy continued asking her what was wrong with her. Taking the phone off her ear, she looked up at her mother. "See? Told you he was too busy. He can't, mother. Would you like you ask him?"Sharpay was about to stab herself. Of course her fearless mother would like to. "No, no, no, no, no, I did not mean that." Her mother's eyebrows raised in wonder.

"I would like to ask him." She was about to reach for the phone, before the waiter came around with their food and she had to draw back her arm.

Sharpay put the phone back to her ear. "-me what? Sharpay, what is going on?"

She hissed, "Troy, my mother wants to talk to you. I am begging you don't tell her. Say you're busy. She does not know we're not—" Her phone got snatched out her hand and Sharpay slapped her hand to her hand, praying to god Troy didn't say anything wrong.

"How is my beautiful son-in-law?" After a pause her mother laughed. "So what am I hearing? You are not going to accompany my daughter to her grandmother's birthday?" Pause. "You're busy? That's no reason. I'm sure you have enough time for your wife?"

"Mother, stop—" Her mother held up her hand, silencing her.

"Oh really?" Her mother laughed delightedly. "Well I am sure Sharpay will be glad to hear that." She smiled. "Alright I'll see you soon then. Sharpay? Sure." She handed back the phone, smirking at Sharpay, obviously proud of whatever she had accomplished.

I'll see you soon? "Hello?" She answered timidly, pressing her phone to her ear.

"You have some explaining to do when I come to our house at five." He growled and hung up.

Oh shit.

I know I'm a horrible person for updating so late, but I was completely stuck. This is incredibly short even after I sat in front of my computer for hours and still it's pretty bad. Ugh I'm sorry. I hope I can update soon though I don't make any promises.

Please review whether it's good or bad!

-macyxo