Sharpay
I'm still finding it hard to believe that Troy Bolton is standing in front of me, he's standing there and I just can't believe it. How did he find out that I was here? How did he know that I was performing on Broadway? He's in California, well he's supposed to be in California. He's studying there so why's he here. Oh my god, I bet he's thinking that I'm weird right now because I'm just staring at him. I notice him walking towards me, Oh my god, he's walking towards me, what do I do, what do I do? I'm totally freaking out right now and he's just thinking that I'm an staring idiot. He's now standing in front of me and I'm still staring at him. He places his hand softly on my shoulder.
"Sharpay, are you okay?" He asks me softly. I still can't say anything, I'm staring at him and I'm unable to say anything to him. What the hell is going on? 'Speak, Sharpay, speak!' He smiles warmly at me. Oh my god, that smile, that smile always gets me, yet I still can't find the words to speak to. In high school all I ever did was speak to him but now, I can't even say hi to him. "Sharpay, are you okay?" He says, his lips curling up to the side. "Because right now I'm finding it to believe that you have nothing to say." Oh my god, that smile, that voice. He is just beautiful, just perfect. I could never get over how handsome he was, or is. His hair is different now, he's cut it and I like it, I really do. It's short and I can actually see his blue eyes more. He looks so grown up. He's actually gotten even better looking, I didn't think that it was possible but he has, he really has. He's gotten bigger, his muscles. They're literally bursting out of his t-shirt. This is so hot right now. Oh my god, I've just realised I still haven't said a word to him. I'm still just staring at him. Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me, speak, Sharpay, speak!
"Hi," I finally say. Thank god for that, I thought I scared the guy. He smiles at me, a smile that I haven't seen in a long-long- long time.
"Thank god for that," he says with humour in his voice, still a twinge of smile on his face. "I thought that you'd turned into a mute." I let out a little giggle. He's gotten funnier since the last time that I saw him. College has changed him and he's really changed for the better. The much better.
"I'm sorry about that," I reply back to him. "I just didn't expect to see you here." I look over at Russ and I nod at him. "You may close the door now, Russ. I can handle it from here." Russ nods back at me and closes the door. He most probably is standing there with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at all of my screaming fans. I'm quite surprised he's not deaf from them. I look at Troy and give him a little cute smile, a smile I've wanted to give him for such a long time. "So, Troy, what brings you to Manhattan?"
"I came here to see some Broadway shows, you know because I'm studying theatre." He replies back to me. "I haven't had the chance to go to a Broadway show since I started the course." I notice him walking towards me more. I'm scared now. What's he coming towards me more? His smile has faded now, it's completely gone from his face. His hand has started to raise to my face. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. 'What's he doing? Why's he touching my face like that? Is this just a dream? Am I really dreaming or is this real?' "You have a tear trail on your cheek," he says to me. "I thought that I would wipe it away before you saw it in the mirror and got all embarrassed about it." Now I'm embarrassed. I turn around quickly to the mirror, I sit down at my vanity desk and look in the mirror. Oh great, my make-up is running down my face and I didn't even check to see if it was all gone. Troy knows that I've been crying. Think, Sharpay, think of something that he might believe.'
"Oh, this?" I say pointing to my cheeks, I turn around and look at him. "This is from the crying that I did on stage, you know, the acting. If you can't pretend to cry on the stage then you're not a good actress then are you?" I hope that he believed that, it sounded believable to me. I mean, I actually believed it.
"Yeah, like I'm gonna believe that," he says to me. 'Oh god, I'm busted'. "I saw you performing on stage, Sharpay and I clearly remember that the crying what half way through the performance." He walks over to me and kneels down in front of me at my vanity table, he looks up at me with his big ocean blue eyes. Oh how I love those eyes. I used to love looking into them when I was talking to him. When I actually spoke to him, that is. He's so god damn handsome. He's always been a nice guy, even when I didn't deserve it. That's how Troy always was. He was genuine, unlike the rest of the wildcats. "Sharpay, I saw the guy coming out of your room earlier, was he the one who upset you?" How is this guy for real? He's even become sweeter than he was when we were back in high school. I can feel tears filling up in my eyes. Oh, here I go again, getting all emotional. But I can't get emotional, I don't want him to see me crying. I know he saw me in the summer crying but I really don't want him to see me cry again. He places his hand on top my hand and softly strokes his thumb over my knuckles. Oh god, that sure feels nice. His skin is so soft, looks like somebody takes good care of himself. "You know that you can tell me anything. I know that we didn't get on that well in high school but I'm here now and it sure looks like you need a shoulder to cry on. Please, Sharpay, I'd like to help you," he says to me in the gentlest voice I've ever heard from somebody. 'God, this guy is good'. The tears escape from my eyes, tricking down my cheeks softly. Oh god, here I go.
"I'm fine," I say with emotion in my voice. I sure hope that he hasn't caught onto that. "Honest." He tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at me with a gentle look but at the same time, a look that says 'now that's a lie'.
"Sharpay, please," he says with a soft tone in his voice. "I'd like to help you, please, just for once in your life, confide in somebody about something." He's just such a sweetheart. I can feel the lump in my throat building up. Oh god, I'm going to weep, I know that I am. More tears escape my eyes and trickle down my cheek, I can feel myself become more and more upset about the whole situation. I place my hand over my mouth and cry softly into it. He leans towards me and wraps his arms around me gently. Troy Bolton is holding me in his big strong arms. I bury my head into his chest and cry hard into his chest. I can't stop myself. I'm crying like a baby and usually, I would never cry so much in the arms of somebody who wasn't my family, but with Troy, right now in this moment, it feels great and I feel safe in his arms. I think, I think that I trust him.