Disclaimer: Stop asking me to write these. It's getting boring (yawn) and I'm running out of ideas. I'm trying to keep you entertained with what I put into these. So, I don't own anything recognized. Those little details you don't recognize from the movies are mine. But I will let you use them, if you ask first…and give me the credit for the characters. Continuing…
Chapter 21: Suicidal Depression
The next day was Wednesday, and Rachael was even more worried about her mom when she couldn't get through to her. But the first thing that got in the way was quite obvious. "Not again." She moaned, "Cloe!" A split second later, Cloe entered the room and saw Rachael stuck to the guest bed in the guest room of the Evans' mansion, where they'd spent the night.
"Poor you." she sympathized. "Why did I have to get the sticky powers?" Rachael asked as Cloe started to pull her off the bed. "It's what you do. You stick to everything." Cloe stated simply. When she'd freed Rachael, she headed for the door. "Where are you going?" Rachael asked her. "Ryan's going to need my help in a few seconds." She responded. "Oh." Rachael sighed and motioned for her to continue.
Just before Cloe reached Ryan's room, she heard him call for her. She darted into his room and looked up. "Hey, Ryan." She greeted with a smile. "What's up?" he asked casually. "Right now, you are." She answered him, "We'll have to put some paper weights in your pockets."
She walked over to his desk, grabbed two paper weights shaped like ducks, and found a ladder in the corner of the room. She set it up where Ryan was floating and climbed it so she was close enough to him to hand off the weights, which he shoved in his pockets and slowly floated to the ground.
He gave her a hug the moment she climbed down the ladder and touched the floor. "You are so smart." E told her and was about to kiss her when she put a finger to his lips. "Hold that thought." She told him and Ryan released his grip, "Sharpay's going to need me in a few seconds."
Cloe ran to the door and turned back to him saying, "I'll come back for you." Then left the room. She walked down the hallway to Sharpay's door. "Cloe." Sharpay said softly and waited for her to walk through the doorway. "Yes…" Cloe started before she saw the mess in front of her, "Sharpay!"
Sharpay was sitting on the floor in a scattered pile of yanked out hair. "What did you do?" Cloe screamed in horror. "I couldn't take the stress." She mumbled. "So, you yanked your hair out?" Cloe asked terrified. "Not all of it." Sharpay confirmed, as there was still some on her head.
"Good thing you're a healer." Cloe said as she walked over to Sharpay's desk and grabbed a pink feather duster. She walked back over to the blond and waved it under her nose. Cloe managed to remove it before Sharpay sneezed into her own hands. Cloe grabbed them and whipped it on Sharpay's head.
Instantly, the bleeding stopped and her hair grew back to normal. "No more, Sharpay!" Cloe told her, "I mean it." "I'll try." Sharpay said, but Cloe didn't leave until Sharpay did.
By the time everyone had gotten ready, it had taken them a full half hour longer than expected and they were late for school. "All right, Ryan." Cloe told him before they left the house, "We'll take your car, though I'm not so sure you should drive. And I'm definitely not sure about Sharpay."
"You don't trust us?" Ryan questioned as they walked out the door. Cloe held Ryan's hand to keep him from floating away. "It's not that." She began, "It's just that you might float away and release the pedals. And Sharpay might sneeze and go out of control."
"My best bet is to let Ryan drive." Rachael suggested as she opened the back door to the black SUV and got in. "Works for me." Sharpay agreed and sat in the passenger seat. Cloe closed the doors behind them and walked around the front to the driver's side with Ryan.
She opened the door for him and he got in. "Remember to be very careful when you're driving." Cloe told him seriously as she buckled him into the seat, "Don't let your mind wander. Keep focused." "Sure thing." He responded and Cloe closed the door before opening the other door to the back and jumped in.
"Drive!" she demanded, closing the door. They pulled out of the driveway and drove in the direction of East High. As they were driving, Cloe was giving everyone instructions. "Ryan, don't walk too far from anything you can grab hold of in case of an emergency." Cloe was saying, "Rachael, if you get stuck to anything call for help. And avoid anything you might stick to. Sharpay, try to avoid sneezing on anybody, but if you have an urge to sneeze, do so in a tissue."
Cloe grabbed a packet of tissues from her bag, then handed them to Sharpay. She pulled out a squirt bottle from her bag and handed it to Rachael. "Ryan, also try to keep the paper weights in your pockets." Cloe reminded him.
Then, she pulled out three pagers and distributed them to Rachael, Sharpay, and Ryan, who shoved it in his pocket and continued driving. "Whenever any of you need help or have an emergency, press the button that will send me a little shock to my receiver and let me know who needs help and where you are." Cloe explained.
"Who are you? Our mothers?" Rachael asked surprised. "No, but I did have a strange urge to be prepared." Cloe stated, then looked out the front windshield at the road, "Ryan, be careful when you're driving and don't swerve. Concentrate." "Well, Cloe dearest, it's a little hard to concentrate when you're being a backseat driver or…in this case…a backseat mom." He responded.
Sharpay, who had been surprisingly quiet the entire time, just turned around and glared at Cloe. "Sharpay…" Cloe started, "are you all right?" Sharpay continued to glare at her. "Ryan, is Sharpay going to start doing it again?" Rachael asked.
"I found her this morning in a pile of her own hair that she yanked out of her head." Cloe stated getting nervous. "Ryan?" Rachael asked, but he just kept focusing on where he was driving. "Sharpay, please calm down." Cloe tried to sooth her as she grabbed Sharpay's hand, "Come on now, be a good princess…please." "Fine." Sharpay sighed.
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