Sharpay

It's been a day since I first seen Troy. He showed up at my dressing room, looking handsome as always, but even more handsome than usual. He was actually nice to me, don't get me wrong, he's been nice to me in the past but he was extra nice to me yesterday. Very nice. He was extremely sweet to me, I never expected it and now, now I feel myself feeling like I did in high school, the way that I felt about him. Oh dear Lord, am I actually falling for him all over again?

I gave him my phone number last night, he said that he would love to spend a lot of time with me whilst he was in New York, he mentioned to me that he's only coming for two weeks, whilst he's on a break from college. He never mentioned anything about him and Montez, I'm hoping that they've split up because maybe this time is actually my time, our time to be together. But knowing my luck at the moment, he'll still be with her, or he won't be with her and he won't want to have anything to do with me.

I'm standing on the stage, I've just performed one of my songs in the practise run. We have one every day and you would think that you would get sick and tired of it, but to be honest, I'm not sick and tired of it. I'm happy that I'm practising every day because practise makes perfect, that's what they say, don't they? We're taking a break now, so that some of us can go over our lines, not me, I know my lines, when I get home from the production, I grab my script and I read it until I fall asleep, I do that because they say if you read something before you go to bed then you remember it the next day. I'm standing on centre stage when I notice somebody who isn't usually here during rehearsals. It's Troy, he's walking down the aisle and he's looking up at me with a big grin on his face. Why does he have a big grin on his face? I'm scared now. I walk to the front of the stage and I crouch down to the ground of the stage. I look at him strangely.

"Troy, what are you doing here?" I ask him confused by the thought of him being here. He walks up to the edge of the stage and rests his elbows on the stage.

"I thought that I would come and see you," he says to me. "There's no problem with that, is there?" He flashes another cheeky smile at me. Oh god, how that smile of his makes my knees shake.

"No, there isn't," I reply back to him. "But you could've warned me that you were coming. When Peyton used to try and visit me, they wouldn't allow him to come in, how come they allowed you to come in?"

"I was heading into the building when somebody stopped me," he replied. "But then I saw your bodyguard, Russ. He told them that I was a close and personal friend of yours. I think he must've heard our conversation yesterday." His lips start to curl in the corner. "Maybe he has a soft side for me," he says with humour in his voice. I giggle softly and place my hand over my mouth. "So, what time do you get out of here?" he asks me. I remove my hand and stop giggling.

"Um, I don't know," I say as I look down at my watch and looks back up at him. "It depends on what time they all finish. Some days they're quick and sometimes they're really slow and when I want to be somewhere, they take forever. Why?" I question him.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to come have some dinner," he says with a shrug. "Because I'd like to get some food but I have no idea where to go and where is good and I was thinking that we could go together, you know, as friends." I nod, there was that word 'friends'. That means that he is still with Gabby and there is no way that we can be together. Just when my life couldn't get any worse at the moment, boom, this happens.

"Yeah, that would be good," I say. "Going for dinner as friends would be a good thing." I lie but he doesn't know that. My heart isn't breaking just yet but a piece of my ego has just been chipped away.

"Have you done your part?" he asks me. "Or, do you have to stay till the end? I know that you're the lead but do you have to do anymore scenes with anybody or can you leave?" I look over to the director, he's busy chatting away with other cast members, well, when I say chatting away, it's more along the lines of shouting at them for messing up. I look back at Troy and hold my index finger up at him.

"One moment," I say to him. I stand up straight and walk down the steps of the stage, I walk up to the director and tap his shoulder. He turns around and looks at me. The director the campest person that I've ever met. He is so fashionable it's unbelievable and if you gave him a pair of shoes he could name them straight away, the designer, the actual colour, you name it, he could do it. His hair is black and is slicked back with a quiff at the front. He wore leather ankle boots, his jeans tight to his body, but they were just any normal jeans, they were stone washed jeans, Gucci stonewashed jeans to be specific. He wore a white Donna Karen t-shirt with a black waistcoat over the top. He turns around to me quickly, he's holding a little dog in his hand, it's a puppy poodle, of course dressed up in matching clothes to his, except from the jeans because that would just be cruel. He looks at me and looks me up and down.

"And what do you want?" He says with a very camp voice. I place my hands on my hips and look at him.

"If you don't mind, Alexander," I say to him, bobbing my head from side to side, showing that I will not take his bull. I'm the star of the show and he has no right speaking to me like that. "If you would treat your star lead with respect them maybe you wouldn't have to keep changing and searching for a new star, now would you?"

"Oh, whatever," he says whilst rolling his eyes. He places one hand on his hip. "What do you want?"

"Have we finished with my scenes?" I ask him. "Because if we have then I'd like to leave and actually do something other than standing around and doing nothing." He rolls his eyes and tsks.

"Do you have somewhere you want to be?" He asks me, not very polite but for this once, I'm gonna let that slide.

"If you must know," I say back to him. "I've been invited to have dinner with a friend of mine who has just come to the city for two weeks and if there's no point me being here, I would actually like to leave now." He moves towards me and looks me up and down once more, giving me a sly look.

"Fine," he says to me, throwing his arms in the air dramatically. I swear this guy is a complete and total drama king. "You can go, we've finished with your scenes and besides, you know everything what to do," he raises his voice, "at least one of you does." He rolls his eyes once more and looks back at me. "You go and have dinner with your friend." He leans towards me and says quietly, "is he by any chance the cute one over there by the stage?"

"He is," I say quietly whilst nodding. "So, can I go now?" He nods and gestures for me to leave. I turn around and walk towards Troy. "Okay, he said that I could go, just let me go and grab Boy and we can be on our way." I say with a quirky smile, I start to walk towards the steps when I feel his hand on my arm, I stop and look at him. Oh, how he doesn't know what that does to me. How it makes me feel inside. I look up into his eyes, oh those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his. I could get lost in them all day.

"You're taking Boy with us?" He asks me. "Will any restaurants allow us to actually eat in there with him?"

"Yes," I say whilst nodding. "There's one restaurant, both mine and Boy's favourite restaurant. They allow both Boy and I to go in there because they love my shows." I give him a cute, quirky smile with a slight shrug. "It's all good. So, I'm just gonna get him," I point up to behind stage, "and then we can head off." I give him another smile and head up the steps towards behind the stage.

We're sitting in the restaurant and we just both endured a delicious meal. Boy is sitting in his own high chair, eating from his bowl on the tray. People are staring at it, they're either staring at me because I'm a celebrity or they're staring at the fact that Boy is sitting in a high chair eating his dinner from a bowl on the tray. But whatever the way, I don't care because I'm here having dinner with the guy that I had a massive crush on in high school. Troy Bolton. I could just stare at that guy all day. Looking at that smile of his, the crooked smile of his, it just draws me in and I want him all the more but I need to stop thinking about him that way, he's with Montez and he'll always be with Montez. She's much better than me, a better person, personality wise, looks wise, you've got to be kidding, there is nobody out there who is better looking than Sharpay Evans, that will never change and I will never change the way that I think about that. Here I am being lost in my thoughts and Troy is looking at me from across the table. He most probably thinks that I'm weird because I'm sitting here in silence and gazing at him.

"Sharpay," he says to me. "Are you okay?" I snap out of it and shake my head.

"I mean, yeah," I say with a smile. "I'm sorry, I was just in a world of my own, I was gazing off into the distance."

"I was going to say," he says with a smile. "It's very rare for Sharpay Evans to be quiet. You usually can't stop talking." I giggle at that because it's the truth, I do find it hard to stop talking, but there's nothing wrong with being talkative, is there?

"So, what actually brings you here to New York, other than to watch a Broadway show?" I ask him. He looks down at the table and then looks back up at me.

"I came because I've never really been to places that I've wanted to go to," he tells me. "Besides, since Gabby and I aren't seeing each other anymore, I thought this was my actual chance to go somewhere where I've always wanted to go." Wait, did he just say that he and Montez has broken up?

"Did you just say that you and Gabriella are broken up?" I ask him, I need to hear this again. I need to make sure that what he said was the truth.

"Yeah, Gabby and I broke up." He replies back to me. I want to find out more, no I need to find out more. I place my hand on top of his.

"Oh no," I say with concern in my voice, which I'm not but he doesn't know that. "What happened? I thought that you and Gabriella were tight?"

"Yeah," he says with a nod. "So, did I but the distance really did take its toll, it put a strain on our relationship and we both decided that it would be for the best if we actually broke it off, it would be better than us both being miserable that we can't see each other all the time, like we did in high school."

"I'm so sorry," I lie. "It must've been hard for the both of you."

"It was," he says with another nod. "It really was but it was for the best and we're actually both happy now, we weren't for a week or two because our relationship after all that time we were together, but then we both realised that we're actually not gonna miss each other as much as we thought that we would. I know it sounds bad but it's the truth. We did miss each other for a week or two but now we're both happy and we're getting on with our lives." I give him a warm and comforting smile.

"Well, as long as you're both happy then that's all it is," I say to him. I lift my index finger up at him. "Would you excuse me, I need to use the little girls room."

"Yeah, sure," he nods. I give him a smile and I stand up, I walk towards the bathroom and I push open the door. I walk into the bathroom and I look around, I want to make sure that nobody is around because what I'm about to do would be embarrassing if somebody walked in on me. I bend down and look underneath all of the bathroom stalls, I see no feet under there so it looks like the coast is clear. I stand up quickly and I start to shuffle my feet along the floor, pumping my fists backwards and forwards in front of my chest. I'm dancing like crazy, this is what you call my happy dance because right now I'm the happiest person in the world. I don't care if I'm not with him right now but him not being with Montez, there's still a chance of us being together and I'm gonna carry on trying and hoping that things are gonna change and that Troy and I can finally be together.