Troy
I've been in Manhattan for a couple of days now and I've seen a lot of things. I've seen all the sights that I could possibly see. I've been to the Statue of Liberty, The Empire State Building and I've been to Central Park and I've never seen such a beautiful park in my life. It's exactly like it is in the movies.
I've been lying in bed for the past ten minutes. I woke up earlier than usual. I don't know what it was but I just wasn't tired. I think I had something on my mind but now that I'm trying to think of what it is but I can't. I really can't. I let out a sigh and I sit up in the bed, which by the way is one the comfiest bed that I've ever slept on in a hotel. It's like I'm lying on a bed of feathers. I could just lie here all day but no, I came to Manhattan for a reason so I'm gonna get up and go out. I swivel my legs out of the bed and I head towards the window. The view from my room is amazing, however the curtains are blackout curtains for a reason, you see, when the curtains are open, my room is light up so brightly, the lights shining around on the buildings, the big screens on the buildings flash into my room so if it wasn't for these curtains then I wouldn't sleep one bit.
When I open the curtains I get a shock, right in front of me is a blanket of snow on the ground. I knew the New York got a lot of snow in the winter but I did not expect this. The sight is beautiful. It is the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen. The snowflakes are still falling from the skies above me, the blanket of white isn't on the ground, it's also up the sky. Not a slight bit of blue is in the sky. I aint complaining because I've always wanted to be in New York when it's snowed and now that I'm here, I'm not gonna give up the chance to be in it. I look down to the ground and I notice a lot of people throwing snowballs around. I'm so jealous right now, because I would love to throw some. If my mom was here she would saying to me. "Don't be ridiculous, Troy, you're too old for that", but I think she's wrong about that, you're never too old to throw a snowball around. But then I think of one thing that I really want to do. I want to go to Central Park and skate. It'll be there now, it's always there in the winter. I really want to go, but there's just one problem, I'm not gonna go there and skate by myself, that would be just lame. Awh man, I really want to go but I'm not gonna skate on my own.
But then an idea comes to my head, who do I know that's here in New York right now. Sharpay. I know that she's a real girly girl but I'm sure she'd love to come ice-skating, I mean, what person wouldn't want to go ice-skating in New York. I walk quickly over to the bedside table and I snatch my phone off it, whilst I'm sitting down on the bed, I search through my phone for her number. We exchanged numbers after we went for dinner the other night. We speak near enough all the time, she calls me just to hear a friendly voice and if she's got any problems and I call her, well, to make sure that she's okay because she's been through a lot lately, I want to make sure that she's okay. I click on her number and I dial it, I place the phone against my ear, I hear the dialing tone, she's not answering, I'm not expecting to answer, it was her final performance last night of the show, she's most probably shattered from all of the work. But the dialing stops and I hear her pick up.
"Hey, Troy," she says with a tired voice. Oh man, I feel really bad now. "What's up?"
"I didn't mean to wake you up," I say with sorrow in my voice. "I call back later and let you get back to sleep."
"No, no, you don't have to do that," she replies to me. "I'm up now anyways, so what did you want?"
"Have you looked out of the window this morning," I say to her and now I've just realised that she hasn't seen it because I've just woke her up. I slap my forehead and I shake my head. "I'm sorry for asking you for a stupid question, you've only just woken up"
"Why? What's up?" She asks me
"Go and check it out for yourself," I say to her. I hear her lift the sheets of her bed off her, there's silence for a moment and then I hear the sound of the curtain being opened, followed by a slight gasp, I smile at the sound coming out of her mouth.
"I can't believe that it's snowing," I finally hear her say. "I've been here for a year now and I've never actually seen it snow." Now, that I'm shocked about.
"I can't believe you've never seen it snow," I ask her. "You're in New York, it always snows around winter time."
"It didn't snow last year," I hear her say. "It was the first time in years that it hadn't snowed around Christmas time, I was so pissed about that, I wanted to be here when it snowed." She sighs hard and I hear slump down on a chair.
"So, I was calling you up to see if you'd like to join me," I ask her. "Would you like to come out today with me in the snow? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Are you kidding?" She says with excitement in her voice. "I would totally love to come out with you today. I've been waiting for the snow to come for a whole year now. What do you have planned?" She asks me
"Well, I've seen it in many movies," I say to her. "You know, Central Park where they-"
"-Where they go ice-skating," she cuts me off and finishes my sentence for me.
"Yeah, that's what I was gonna say," I add in. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to go?"
"Oh my god, are you serious," she says with even more excitement in her voice. "I would LOVE to go ice-skating with you. Just give me 20 minutes to get dressed and I'll come by in a car to pick you up."
"No, you don't have to do that," I say. "I was gonna come by to your place and I thought that we would walk there, I've tried to get around in a cab since I've been here and it wasn't a good move. Walking gets you there fasting and besides, we can spend more time in the snow."
"You know what," she says to me. "That's not such a bad idea, in fact, that's a great idea. We could spend more time in the snow and we could have fun. Okay, be at my place in 20 minutes, you remember where I live, right? I did tell you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah you did," I say with a smile. "And how could I forget, I mean, I've taken you home twice since I've been here."
"Yeah," I hear her say with a giggle. "Yeah, you're not wrong there. Okay, see ya then." Then I hear the phone going dead. She's put the phone down. I place my phone down on the bed and I stand to get ready. I can't believe that I'm actually gonna be ice-skating in New York, in Central Park. I can't wait. I've always loved ice-skating but for the first time in my life I'm gonna be skating in Central Park. I feel like a child again.
We're on the ice but looking at Sharpay, it sure looks like she's never been on the ice before. Think of Bambi when he steps onto the ice, yeah, that's what she looks like. I skating around the rink like a little child. I admit, I've fell over once but who doesn't fall over when they're on the ice. I've lost count on how many times she's fallen though. It's quite funny watching her fall because I've never seen anybody fall so gracefully as her. On one occasion when she fell she got up and immediately fell back down onto the ice. It was hilarious.
Sharpay has hardly let go of the side since she's stepped onto the ice, yet she's still managed to fall many times. She's not really skating, it's more along the lines of shuffling. I skate up to her and I jump up and spin around, I'm skating backwards. Okay, I know it sounds like I'm a show off but I can't help it if I like ice-skating, besides, I want to face Sharpay, I want to see her face, because it's hilarious. I've never seen her so scared in my life, I wish that I could take a picture of it and keep it for forever but I don't want to be mean, she's going through enough embarrassment as it is. She looks at me and shakes her head.
"I can't believe you're actually skating backwards," she says. "You're such a show off."
"Maybe so," I say with a shrug. "But I want to see your face because right now, it's hilarious." I flash her a cheeky grin. She however, doesn't like me flashing this grin.
"You know," she says glaring at me. "You're not very funny."
"Oh, I think that I am," I say to her, flashing her with another cheeky grin. I notice her rolling her eyes. She likes to do that I've noticed. She's done it quite a bit since I've been here and she did it a lot whilst we were in high school. I stop skating backwards and skate towards her, I place my hand on top of hers. I start to unpeel her fingers from the side but she's resisting. She snaps her head at me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She says to me furiously.
"I'm trying to take your hand," I say to her. I carry on trying to peel her fingers away from the side but it doesn't look like she's budging.
"Why would you want to do that?" She asks me, but she seems angry at me now. "Do you want to see me fall or something?" I laugh and I shake my head at her.
"No, I don't want to see you fall," I say to her, trying to reassure her. "If I take your hands then you're least likely to fall. Trust me?"
"I don't know," she says unsure what to do
"Come on, Sharpay," I say to her softly. "I promise I won't let you fall. You have my word. You can trust me." I say to her reassuringly and I nod softly at her, looking into her eyes in the process. She takes a deep breath and nods. I take her hand away from the side and take both of them in mine. I start to skate backwards still holding her hand, we're now both skating around the rink together, she's actually smiling, it's the first time I've seen her smiling since she's stepped onto the ice.
She's having fun. Sharpay Evans is actually having fun.