I know, i am the worst person ever! But please try to understand i am very busy. I wanted this out before i went on holiday but i just didnt have the chance then when i came back i was ill, i still kind of am tbh. And i've had school to catch up with and essay's to write. This has taken me ages to write, simply because i have been busy.

So i am sorry for all the wait but thank you so much to all that reviewed, reading your reviews was so amazing they were so nice! lol.

Thank you for reading my little fanfic ^^ Enjoy Chapter 2...

Chapter 2

Sharpay headed up to her room, her parents were outside in the garden, so she hadn't had to deal with that confrontation just yet. She was a terrible liar and once her parents spotted her face she knew she's cave in almost straight away. Taylor hadn't come in with her. Whilst, Sharpay's parents hated her, the feeling was mutual. Plus, Taylor said she needed to see Chad so Sharpay was left to do the packing. She had no idea how she was going to tell her parents. Its not quite like they adored her but she knew they weren't going to let her go without a fight.

She began placing her clothes in one of the suitcases she owned. She looked around her room, wondering what to take. The room at Troy's was nowhere near as big as her own but she didn't care. She'd be living on her own, well with Troy but she was hardly going to complain about that. She decided she wasn't going to bother packing all her heavy stuff, when she had tried to move out before her parents had forced her to unpack it all again. She didn't want that to happen again.

Her parents were pretty forceful when it came to her. She heard her phone beep and picked it up. It was from Taylor.

Spoke to the devils yet?

They bein bitchez?

TayTay x

She chuckled, Taylor always made her laugh. She quickly text back, telling her she was just about to do so as to which Taylor replied with a 'good luck'. Sharpay quickly combed her hair, straightened her skirt and put on her best smile, making her way downstairs.

She stepped through the glass door, her parents were sitting on the patio on a set of crystal table and chairs, soaking up the sun. They looked happy – this was good.

"Sharpay, how lovely to see you darling." Did she miss out the part where they don't actually treat her like she's their daughter? There were no 'Daddy's Little Girls' in her family. Or 'Mother Baking Time' for that matter. She smiled lightly.

"Mother, father. We need to talk." She breathed and as if in sync her father and mother's eyes snapped open, looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

"What is it Sharpie?" She hated that nickname with a passion.

"I erm…Well, I…" She stuttered. She had to make this work. She had to tell them. There was no way she was going to stay in this house anymore. They couldn't keep her here forever! And there was no way she was passing up the chance to live with Troy either. He was…Interesting. She'd only known him for an hour but she wanted to know him so much more.

"Spit it out, Sharpay." Her mother said coldly. "You're blocking the sun." She quickly stepped to the side.

"Sorry." She said, flustered. "I erm…I need to tell you something and you can't interrupt me. Not until I'm finished anyway. Which then technically your not interrupting because I am-"

"Sharpay!"

"Right, sorry. Anyway so yeah I am…well, you might not like it. In fact you wont like it. But I don't care because I am nineteen years old now. A year over the age where you can pretty much do whatever you want – well except drink but technically in the UK you can. But whatever the point is…I found an apartment and I'm moving out tomorrow!" She closed her eyes for effect, squeezing them, expecting her parents to lash out any moment.

"But Sharp-"

"No dad!" She cut him off. "I have to do this, I have to move out and become my own person. I can't be me when I am living with my parents, when I am living in this neighbourhood. Please understand. I have to do this." She pleaded with her parents, her father mostly for she knew the only thing on her mother's mind was where was she staying? And was it good enough for her? Her father nodded – that was his approval. She smiled and leaned down to hug him.

"Thank you daddy." She whispered, just quiet enough for her mother not to here. Her mother on the other hand just did not share the same feelings as her father.

"Where are you staying Sharpay?" She raised her eyebrow, knowing full well that her daughter would have chosen a cheap place to live. What would the women at the country club say? Sharpay blushed.

"Oh well, you know its just this little place…in the city." She trailed off, her mother disapproved of the city.

"The city!" Her mom exclaimed. "No…no Sharpay I will not allow it." And here's the part where she usually runs off, bows her head and says 'yes mommy'. But instead, Sharpay shocked even herself. She sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry mom but that's not your decision to make." And with that Sharpay left the garden to continue packing.

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Taylor honked her horn outside Sharpay's house. She had just finished packing and now Taylor was here to pick her up. They weren't going straight to Troy's however; she was on her way to find a job first. Whilst her parents hadn't quite decided to cut her off, they had decided she had to come up with her own money to pay for the rent. She was allowed to use their money for whatever she wanted besides rent.

She headed to the window and waved to Taylor. Troy was working, what he did she had yet to find out. She couldn't wait to see him again! It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and she felt this over-whelming urge to see him again. She began bringing her bags downstairs, managing to carry two at a time to Taylor's car. She ended up making four trips.

"Damn girl, I sure wish I had your closet." Sharpay laughed and sat in the car. She had a couple of appointments for job interviews. One in a bar, one in a bank and one in a café.

Sharpay went to the bank interview first, in the back of her mind she knew she wouldn't get it, she didn't really want it. Both the café and bar jobs were promising. She ended up walking away with a day job in a café and three nights a week in the bar. She would have enough to pay the rent and still have some more to buy necessities, you know clothes and stuff. Plus her parents money but she was trying to refrain from that as much as possible.

"Come on lets go for coffee, Troy wont be home yet and I don't have a key." Sharpay said to Taylor as they made their way into her car, Sharpay clearly pleased with herself at getting not just one job but two.

Things were looking up, things were changing.

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Sharpay dragged her number of suitcases up the staircase, Taylor following closely behind her. There should really be a lift in this place, she thought. Once they had brought all eight of the suitcases up, which had taken them well over forty minutes; both Taylor and Sharpay were exhausted. Sharpay decided to sit on one of her many suitcases, whilst Taylor – who refused to sit on the floor, very wise too – leaned up against door, waiting for Troy. They were a little bit early, so all they had to do was wait.

Troy was just heading of the site when someone called for him. He whipped his head around, interested in seeing who it was, yet desperate to get home, for he knew he'd be seeing Sharpay very soon. He realised it was his friend Ryan.

"Hey man, what's up?" He shrugged his shoulders; he was tired like the rest of them. They'd worked hard that day and the project was almost completed.

"Not much."

"So we still on for that thing tonight?" Troy looked up, startled. Tonight? What plans tonight? He already had plans…

"Plans?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, I think they all want to come over and meet this new roommate of yours!" Ryan nudged Troy in the ribs and he chuckled, laughing his friend off.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just let her settle in first okay. Say around…" He paused to look at his watch. "Eight Thirty good?" Ryan nodded and with that they said their goodbyes and headed home.

When he got there he found he had to head up three flights of stairs, this place really needed stairs. He couldn't wait to get to the apartment so he could make it all nice for Sharpay. When she had visited yesterday, he had been so unprepared. He wasn't a slob and whilst he wasn't the most tidiest person, he didn't like living in a mess, so he cleaned regularly. When Sharpay had come round, it was the most messiest his apartment had even been in. Typical, a hot girl comes round and that's when it looks a shit tip, he had thought.

When he came to his door he was surprised to see a fed up looking Taylor leaning against his wall and Sharpay perched on the edge of her suitcase, looking rather bored too.

"Sharpay!" She looked up instantly, beaming once she realised it was Troy. "What are you doing here?" She frowned.

"I'm moving in…remember?" Oh shit, don't tell me he's forgotten, Sharpay thought. He grinned.

"Of course, I remember. Its just I thought I'd come pick you up or something." She smiled.

"That would have been nice of you Troy. But I'm here now…" She giggled and Troy whipped out his key and pushed the door open. He grabbed three of her suitcases and began taking them in. "Oh Troy, you don't have to do that-" She protested but was cut off when Troy grabbed a few more and did nothing but beam at her. She felt the tingling feeling go to her head.

"Sharpay Evans, I think you're in love…" Taylor joked, hushing it into Sharpay's ear, they both laughed and took the remainder suitcases in before Troy had a chance.

"I can't get over how beautiful this place is!" Sharpay began after a few moments of silence.

"Beautiful?" Taylor pulled a face. Okay, so it wasn't Buckingham Palace or anything but there was something about it that just screamed home. And the company…well…that spoke for itself.

"Shut up." She nudged her best friend. She headed to what was now her room. There was a television in there already and other necessities such as curtains and duvets and mirrors and a bed. Sharpay sat on the bed, slightly jumping up and down and giggling to herself.

"Do you have any idea how childish you look?" Taylor laughed, shaking her head at her friend. Troy came in besides her and handed Sharpay a glass of Orange juice he had offered to her. Taylor had declined, as she couldn't stay long. Troy looked at Sharpay, who was still bouncing, chuckling quietly to himself.

"You like the bed then?" He said softly, Sharpay turned to look at him, gently smiling and nodded. "I'm sorry it's not very big, I kind of hogged that one. But if you want the big one then that's fine-"

"No, no that's your bed and this ones fine. Really its nice." She reassured him. Taylor snorted.

"Yeah Shar, its only an…eighth of your bed right?" She laughed and Sharpay pulled a face.

"Fuck off Tay. Its not that big." Troy watched the girls banter, laughing to himself. He couldn't wait to really settle in with Sharpay and get to know her. Everything about her. An hour later Taylor had to leave and Sharpay was unpacking all her many, many suitcases. Troy had offered to help.

Sharpay had emptied all of her clothes into the draws that were available when Troy had gone to the local store. She was now emptying her fourth suitcase, [The first three being filled with her clothes], this suitcase was mainly accessories, make up and photographs. Sharpay liked to take a lot of photographs, she had many of her and Taylor, and Sharpay was forever whipping out her camera to take pictures of her and her best friend. She took photographs to remember things; she rarely took photographs of herself however, only for sites such as Facebook and Twitter.

"Hey, I'm back." Troy called out from the sitting room. Sharpay grinned to herself, got up, straightened her hair and left to go meet him. He smiled when he saw her and placed the carrier bag on the counter top. "I don't know what kind of food you like but I got you…a mega bag of Salt and Vinegar chip stick crisps! Dairy Milk Chocolate, some Ben and Jerry's because every girl I've ever met have loved this ice cream." Sharpay giggled, it was true she did love B and J's ice cream! "…and I got us a couple of bottles of vodka and some cans." Troy chuckled, placing the bottles and cans on the counter top along with everything else. Sharpay's face fell. Alcohol? She suddenly remembered that there was something she hadn't told Troy, she hadn't thought it would be a problem…

"Erm…I don't drink." He looked at her, slightly shocked. "I'm only nineteen years old." She's only nineteen? Fuck…He thought. She noticed his expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you, I just didn't think it would be a problem…I…is it a problem?" Great, there goes your dream apartment, Shar…

"No, of course its not a problem." He held out his arms and pulled her in for a hug. She smiled against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close. Ohhh, she could get used to this….

"You are aware that I am twenty-two though right." Wondering if his age difference would be a problem, she nodded against his chest, still clinging to him.

"Yep and I don't care." She grinned and they finally pulled away. He grinned back at her and moved a strand of hair that had landed on her eye. Their grins became much softer now and Sharpay almost thought she might have entered into a movie moment where the two leads might kiss. It appeared they were in a movie…because the doorbell rang. Troy sighed, a little aggravated but then remembered…Ryan.

He went to answer the door and was surrounded by a number of screams and yells. He laughed at all his mates and began inviting them in. Sharpay, who was never quite confident with people hung back into the kitchen.

"So you must be the infamous Sharpay." Sharpay turned around to see a blonde haired boy, who looked to be the same age as Troy. She smiled meekly, and nodded. Only realising there were four other pairs of eyes staring at her.

"Sharpay, I'd like to introduce you to my friends. This blond haired annoying chap, is Ryan. This guy is Zeke, This is Jason and his girlfriend Kelsie." Troy came to a halt when he came to a grinning, brown haired bush girl. Sharpay smiled at her, slightly over whelmed by the masses of grinning she was doing. How could Troy put up with this girl on a daily basis? Better yet, how could she deal with all the tooth ache?

"Sharpay…this is Gabriella…my girlfriend…"

:O Like oh my gawwwwd...right? Lol, i know a couple of you were wondering if she was going to be in it. Relax the Troyella will not be long lasting. I simply can't stand that couple or her... lol

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