To everyone who has been reading, reviewing, putting me on story/author alert: I LOVE YOU ALL IMMENSELY MUCH! :D You are my inspiration, my perspiration, my tire inflation! :] *makes all of you my new best friends* Haha.

Disclaimer: Dude, I still don't own this stuff. okay? If I did, trust me, I would not be writing on FanFiction. I would be out on an island or something somewhere, with Zac Efron :]

"Please, Ry," Sharpay begged her brother. She was trying to get him to talk to Troy, about asking her out.

"No," he said, for about the hundredth time today.

"Please, please, please. With a cherry on top."

Ryan made a face. "I don't even like cherries."

"Oh. Well, do it anyway."

"No," he said.

"Please. I swear, I'll never ask you do to for anything for me, ever again."

"That's what you always say, right before asking me to do something for you."

Sharpay didn't comment on that, knowing that it was the truth, "Please, Ryan. If Troy never asks me out, then we'll never get married. Then I'll grow old alone."

"Not necessarily. I mean, you could marry someone else."

Sharpay blinked, but decided not reply to that comment. "Are you going to talk to him or not?"

"Not."

"Ryaann!" she whined.

"Fine. I'll do it," he finally gave in.

"Yay," she squealed, happily. "You should ask him before second period or after lunch, right when he's on his way to the bathroom. Actually, wait until he comes out the bathroom, because he won't be able to concentrate on your saying if his bladder is full."

"Right, whatever," Ryan said, barely paying any attention.

"Or you could just wait until after school, he always stays at his locker for, at least, five minutes before he goes out to the parking lot, where he'll wait another ten minutes before actually driving off."

Ryan blinked. "How do you know all this?"

She shrugged. "I'm his best friend. I pay attention to this stuff.

"Right. And are best friend and stalker the same thing?"

--

After lunch, Ryan went to go talk to Troy, who was walking out of the bathroom, like Sharpay said he would be.

"Hello Troy," Ryan said as Troy started to pass by him.

"Hey Ryan," he said. "Do you know where your sister is?"

"Yes, but I need to talk you."

"Okay…"

"So, Sharpay wanted me to ask you some stuff?"

Troy raised an eyebrow. "What stuff?"

"Well, I'm just going to right out and say it. And paying attention, because I'm only saying this once. Sharpay wants to know when you're going to ask her out, because she said that you said that when Gabriella got a boyfriend that you would. Ask her out, I mean. So, are going to ask her or what? Because it's unfair for you to lead her on, if nothing's going to happen. Plus, she's bugging the hell out of me."

Meanwhile…

Gabriella comes around the corner and stops when she hears Troy and Ryan talking.

"Is it because you still like Gabriella?" she heard Ryan ask.

"No. I mean, I like Brie, but that's not why," Troy's voice said.

'What? Troy likes me? When did this happen? Sharpay told me he didn't… Ugh, that scum-faced liar.' Gabriella stormed off, angrily, in the other direction, without bothering to listen to the rest of their conversation.

Back to Troy and Ryan…

"So, why then?" Ryan questioned.

"Because I wasn't really sure what she would say, if I asked her," Troy admitted.

"Well, I'm telling you now, she's going to say yes. So, go ask her."

--

"Shar, I need to talk to you about something," Troy said, meeting her later, after school.

"What is it?" she asked, even though, she already knew what he wanted to ask, because Ryan told her.

"Well…um. You see…," Troy stammered, suddenly getting very nervous.

"Troy, stop stammering and get to the point!" she squealed, impatiently. She wanted him to hurry up and ask her out already. She only seconds away, from what she was sure was going to be, the happiest moment of her life. Besides, the day of her and Troy's wedding, which wouldn't happen for at least another five years.

"Oh, sorry," he muttered.

"Troy, this is easy. Just say, 'Shar, would you like to be my girlfriend?'"

Troy looked at her, confused. "Wait. How did you know that's what I was going to ask?"

"I just know. Now ask!" Sharpay snapped, still feeling impatient.

"But since, you already know, why should I still have to ask?" he asked. "You can just give me your answer."

"Fine. Just pretend that I don't know."

"But you do know."

Sharpay sighed. "Are you stalling on purpose?"

"No. I just don't understand why I have to ask, when you already know."

"Because I want to be able to write about this moment in my diary, and so far, nothing has happened that is worth writing about."

"Will this be worth writing about?" He asked, just before placing a sweet kiss on Sharpay's lips.

A few seconds later…

"So, are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend or what?" Sharpay asked.

Troy stared at her, incredulously. "I still have to ask?"

"Yes."

"But I thought it was already understood, when I kissed you."

"It was. But I still want to be asked."

"Why?"

Sharpay sighed. "Never mind, Trojan. You can ask me later."

TROYPAY! YAY! (: Yeah, so they're together now (even though, Troy hasn't officially asked. God, why does he have to be so darn difficult? Makes me wonder what it's gonna be like, if Troy ever tries to propose :D) And look, they've already started their bickering, like old married couples do ;D

And enjoy the Troypayness, while it lasts, because as you saw -- erm, read -- Gabriella knows about how Sharpay lied to her and whatnot. And she's, most likely, going to be a black cloud and rain on everyone's parade D: