I'm standing here with Sharpay in my arms. She just burst out crying into my chest. I knew that there was something wrong with her but I wasn't sure what. I feel really bad now that I've made her cry. I didn't mean to make her cry, it wasn't my intentions, I just wanted her to confide in me. Know that I'm here for her if she ever needs me. But, I guess that this okay because sometimes you need a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes you just need somebody to be there for you. Sometimes you just need to cry and let all of your emotions out.
She's messing up my t-shirt, she's crying hard into my chest and I don't mean to sound mean but this is one of my favourite t-shirts, I don't want her to ruin it. Okay, that sounded a little bit harsh but this is my best t-shirt.
I can hear her cries slowly calming down, now I'm hearing a lot of sniffles. She slowly moves away from me and looks at me. Her eyes are all bloodshot, the tears still streaming down her face. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand gently.
"I'm sorry," she says apologetically. "I didn't mean to mess up your t-shirt like that." I don't want her to know that I'm bothered by it, she's upset enough as it is. I give her a small warming smile.
"Don't worry about it," I reply. "It's just a t-shirt, it doesn't matter. I'm more concerned about you. Tell me what happened, Sharpay. I'd really like to know." She swallows back her tears and turns to her vanity table, she open the draw and pulls out a box of tissues, which of course are pink, I mean, what other colour would they be. This is Sharpay Evans that we're talking about here. Pink is her favourite colour. I can smell the scent of the tissues burning through my nostrils. It's very strong the smell but a very girl smell, I think it's flowers but what would I know, I'm a guy and every flower smells the same to me. She blows her nose into the tissue and holds her hand up to me apologetically, her palm facing me.
"I'm sorry about that," she says apologetically. "I didn't mean to make that noise. It was very rude of me." She drops her hand and wipes her tears away from under her eyelids. She folds the tissue in half and drops it into the trash basket beside her table, which of course is also pink. Right now, I'm not even phased by the amount of pink in this room, I think I would be worried if there wasn't any pink in the room. She turns back and looks at me. "I don't know why I burst out crying like that." She says to me. " I've never burst out crying like that before to anyone." I tilt my head to the side slightly and look at her.
"Sharpay," I say to her softly. "You don't have to apologise to me about anything. You cried, that's normal. Everybody cries, if you didn't cry then you wouldn't be human, now would you?" She looks down and shakes her head.
"But I'm supposed to be the Ice-Queen," she answers me. "I'm not supposed to show any emotion. I mean, isn't that what they called me back in high school." I sigh softly and I try to look into her eyes. I adjust my head so I'm able to look up at her. She looks down at me, a little surprised that I'm actually being here for her and I'm actually being nice to her. I can tell by the expression in her face. She feels like she doesn't deserve all of this, my help and my kindness. But just because bad things happened in the past doesn't mean that she doesn't deserve to be happy. Doesn't mean that nobody can help her, especially me.
"You know," I say to her. "I've never thought of you as the Ice-Queen. I always thought of you as a Drama Queen but never an Ice Queen. When people would call you that, you know what I would do?" She looks up at me and shakes her head. "I would say to them to back off. Even though you'd been a real bitch to us in the past and you had caused both Gabby and I pain, I would still stand up for you because nobody deserves to be treated the way that they treated you."
"And nobody should have been treated the way that I treated people," she responds to me. "I was a real bitch and I'm not surprised that people would say bad things about me." I shake my head at her. I place my hand softly on top of hers and look at her.
"Just because you did bad things to people," I say to her. "Doesn't mean that people should treat you the way that they treated you. You see, I saw the real Sharpay three summers ago, so I guess that's why I'm not so hard on you." She gives me a small smile.
"You're such a nice guy, Troy," she says to me. "I was such a bitch to you but you're still being nice to me. You know if things were in reverse I wouldn't be here for you."
"I know," I say as I nod. "But I don't care. I'm gonna be here for you." She gives me a warm smile and rests her head on my shoulder. I think that she actually trusts me, I'm glad about that because I want her to be able to trust me. I'm gonna be here for her because right now, she needs me. "Sharpay, can I ask you something?" She nods. "What happened that made you cry and made you so upset? Was it to do with the guy that came out of your dressing room?" She sighs softly and removes her head from my shoulder. She sits up and clasps her hands together and looks down at them.
"The guy that you saw leave my dressing room was my ex-boyfriend," she says with a sad tone in her voice. "He came in here to break up with me because we hadn't been spending enough time with each other." She takes a huge swallow as if she's about to swallow back her tears. I place my hand on top of hers and I softly stroke my thumb across her knuckles.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I say to her, reassuring her. I don't want her to feel pressured into saying something that she doesn't want to talk about. I don't want to make her cry again. She takes a deep breath and slowly glances up at me.
"He was supposed to come to my show yesterday but he didn't turn up," she finally says. "And he showed up today and he came into my dressing room. I was excited to actually see him but then he broke up with me. I acted like nothing was affecting me and that breaking up was the best thing to do, but inside, it felt like he'd grabbed my heart and pulled right out of my chest and then stomped all over it, shattering it into a million pieces." I notice tears appearing in her eyes. Oh god, I've made me cry again, I remove my hand from hers and I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards me. She rests her head on my shoulder and slowly starts to cry again. I wrap both of my arms around her and I cradle her in my arms. I want her to be safe. I don't want her to be upset anymore. I know that things haven't been great in the past but Sharpay is heartbroken and right now, she needs somebody to be there for her and I'm gonna be there for her. She needs a hand to hold and I'm gonna be that hand. She may have been in a bitch in the past but even a bitch needs somebody.