Troy

I walked Sharpay home from our day out. I thought that the day went fine but towards the end of it, she went all weird. I don't know what it was but she was calling herself a bitch and being rude about herself. I don't know what brought it on. It was strange. Really strange.

I'm getting ready to go and see her after her performance. I know she's a great actress and all but I've seen the show once, that's enough for me. I grab a towel from the bathroom and rub my hair dry. I'm walking around in a towel in my room trying to find clothes to wear. I'm not the best person when it comes to tidiness. When I pack my clothes I kinder just shove them into my duffle bag or suitcase. I'm terrible when it comes to that but what guy isn't like that. I grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt. They need ironing. Great. The one thing that I'm not great at. The last time I ironed something I burnt a hole through it. It wasn't my best clothes but still, I was pissed with myself. When it comes to housework I'm not the best person but building things, acting and sports, they're my strong points.

I still can't get over why Sharpay was acting so weird before. I've never seen her act that way before. I knew that she had a crush on me back in high school, but that was in high school, it was nearly two years ago. Surely she still doesn't have a crush on me. I sure hope that she doesn't because I've been using the friends phrase a lot lately and if she does have feelings for me still then that's most probably hurting her.

Now I'm thinking too much into things. She most probably hasn't still got a crush on me. I mean, she went out with that Peyton guy, the one who stomped on her heart like it was nothing and walked out of her life like nothing had happened between them, she was with him for a year, so she's obviously over me, right?

I'm standing outside of her dressing room, waiting for her to arrive back off stage. I hear the crowd cheer, she must've finished. They'll ask for an encore because it happens every night and I don't blame them, she has an amazing voice and she has an amazing talent. I'm proud of her. I've wanted her to do well with her life because she's so good at what she does, she deserves all of this. She sings another encore with the rest of the cast, a song that they've left out in case the audience ask for an encore. Sharpay is the star. Everybody loves her. Finally, she's gotten what she wants. Everything she's dreamed of she's finally got and I'm happy for her. I really am. I think I'm the only one who is from high school. Well, the only one other than Ryan, but he's her brother so obviously he wants the best for her and he knew that this day would come.

I hear the audience scream and cheer again. I hear the chairs thudding as they hit the back of the seats as they rise. Whistles and whooping comes from the audience. This has to be one of the best cheers that I've heard from a crowd and I'm happy for her. I really am. I notice the cast coming down the steps from the side of the stage. Sharpay is the last to leave the stage and she has a massive grin on her face. I've never seen it so big. I dodge through the crowd to get to her. She notices me and I notice her smile has gotten even bigger. I finally reach her and she wraps her arms around my neck, I wrap mine around her and hold her in my arms. She screams in my ear and I pull my head away to the side and I look at her.

"Okay, ow," I say to her, placing my finger in my ear, trying to shaking out the pain.

"Oh my god," she says to me, scared that she's hurt me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I'm just so excited about the performance. Please don't be mad at me."

I flash a cheeky grin. "Now, how could I be mad at you," I say to her.

She pulls away from me and playfully slaps across my arm and grunts playfully. "I hate it when you do that."

"I'm sorry," I say to her. "I won't do it again." I lie

She looks at me, arching her neck back and raising her eyebrow up at me. "Yeah," she says. "Like I'm ever gonna believe that."

I flash another cheeky grin at her and I hear her laugh. She always laughs at my cheeky grin. I guess I kinder look like a dork and other people around me would think that I was an idiot or immature but it makes her smile and laugh, and that, that's fine by me.

"I heard all the cheers out there," I finally say to her. "They loved you out there, they all loved you. I've never heard something so loud in my life."

"Me either," she admits. "That has to be loudest cheer I've ever heard whilst I've been on stage. I didn't expect that, I really didn't. I didn't even know that I was even that good."

"Oh, puh-lease," I say to her. "You know how good you are."

She grins childishly. "Yeah," she says still smiling. "I did, I was just messing with you."

I laugh and shake my head. Her smile is so adorable. She's adorable. She's not the same Sharpay that we all knew from high school. She's matured and she's a much nicer person. I like this Sharpay, I really do. Wait, did I really just think what I thought I thought, I like Sharpay Evans? Wow, I didn't even know that I did. I guess spending time with her has made me change my view of her. I've gotten used to the new Sharpay and I like her. I like Sharpay Evans. I hope that she still likes me otherwise this will be awkward.

"Hey," I say to her. I lean towards her ear and say softly into her ear. "Could we go back to your dressing room and talk about something?"

I move back away from her and she looks at me and gives me a nod. "Yeah, sure." She says. "Follow me."

She walks ahead of me and holds her hand out to me. I take her hand and we weave our way back to her dressing room. The noise from the screaming fans is so loud. I don't know how she deals with all of this fame, but I guess this is what she's always wanted. Russ reaches the dressing room before us and opens the door for us. She gives him a quick smile and walks through the door of her dressing room, pulling me through with her. Once we're through the door, Russ grabs the handle and slams the door shut. I swear to god, Russ must have gotten deaf since becoming her bodyguard because that slam was so loud I think that eardrums have just exploded.

She releases my hand and walks over to the vanity table. She sits down on the stool in front of it and turns to look at me.

"So, you said that you wanted to talk to me," she says to me. She places her hands on her thighs. My eyes look down at her legs. I can't get my eyes off them. They're so slender and beautiful. I just want to grab them and wrap them around my waist, lifting her up in the air and make out with her like crazy. I want to grab her fine ass and squeeze her cheeks so much. I want to stroke my fingers up and down her legs whilst I'm making out with her. I wanna kiss her so much that she moans my name. I want make her scream my name so much that she wants me more than life itself. I want her to want me. I want her to run her fingers through my hair. I want to be able to rip her clothes off and have her right here, right now. I've never wanted somebody so much in my life. But with Sharpay sitting there like that, oh man, there are so many things that I want to do with her but I don't want to say because the things that are going through my mind right now aren't exactly PG13, they're more along the lines of Restricted.

"Troy?" She says to me, distracting me from my thoughts.

I snap out of it and I look at her.

"Hmm?" I finally say to her

"You said that you wanted to talk to me about something?" She said to me

"Right," I nod. "I did want to speak to you about something." I pause and I look around the room. "And right now, I can't remember what I was gonna say to you."

"You can't remember what you were gonna say?" she says to me

I shrug and smile nervously. "What can I say," I say nervously. "I guess I've got distracted somehow."

"You've been distracted," she says as she stands up. "You've only been in the room with me, what could've distracted you?"

I rub the back of my neck and I look down. "Your legs," I mumble

"I'm sorry," she says. She walks towards me and adjusts her head to the side, trying to look at me. "Can you repeat that? I didn't hear it clearly."

I sigh and I look up at her. "I said that your legs," I say. I'm ashamed that I actually just told her that I got distracted by her legs. I'm so in trouble now.

"Wait, wait, wait," she say, trying to get adjusted to what I just told her. "Did you just say that you got distracted by my legs?"

I sigh once more and nod.

"Huh," she says. "So, let me get this straight. I've had a crush on you for years and as soon as we left high school I thought to myself I should get over you and as soon as I get over you, you develop a crush on me."

What I'm right now is not a crush. "I guess I can't help it," I say to her with a shrug. "I guess, being around you made me change the way that I feel about you."

"So, you like me now?" She questions me. "You actually have a crush on me now?"

"Um," I say rubbing the back of neck nervously as if I've got a knot in the back that I just can't get rid of. "It's actually not a school boy crush, it's, um...genuine feelings...um, for you"

She's standing there in shock. I don't think that she can take in what I've just admitted to her. He mouth has dropped and she's looking at me like I've just told her that I've got a life threatening illness or I'm an alien from another planet. I walk up to her slowly.

"Sharpay," I say to her quietly. "Could you say something?"

She closes her mouth and folds her arms across her chest. Oh man, she's mad. She glares at me and if this was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears right now.

"I can't believe that you're saying this to me now," she says angrily. "After all of those years of me crushing on you and you always knocked me back and now you've got actual feelings for me. Guess what, Troy, it's too late!"

"It is?" I ask her. Oh man, now I'm the one whose disappointed, now I'm the one who feelings like I've had my heart grabbed out of my chest and stomped all over on.

"Yes!" She shouts. "It's way too late because I'm so angry with you right now! I blatantly told you through the whole of high school that I had a crush on you and now that I'm all grown up and you're not with Montez you want to get with me. Well, guess what, Troy? I aint some sex toy that you can have when you feel like it! Do you think that because I had a crush on you in high school that I would just allow you to say that to me? You're not with Montez anymore so you thought that you could move onto me, well, fat chance, that's never gonna happen, okay?

That was harsh and it's bullshit. "I don't want you to be my sex toy," I admit to her. I'm starting to get angry now. "And I haven't moved onto you because I've broken up with Gabriella, I want to be with you because I have genuine feelings for you and I actually want to be with you." I point to my lips. "Read my lips, I...have...feelings...for...you!"

She shakes her head in disbelief. "You can't have feelings for me," she says with sadness in her voice.

"Why not?" I ask her

"Because I'm a bitch," she admits, her eyes filling up with tears. "I'm an Ice-Queen and I don't have emotions or feelings for anybody."

"Now that's just a crock of bull," I say to her. I move towards her and I place both of my hands on her arms softly. "You are no longer any of those things. You're not the same Sharpay Evans that you were in high school, you're grown up. You're a woman now."

I stroke a strand of hair off her face and I tuck it behind her ear, I gaze down into her chocolate brown eyes. I stroke my hand down her face and place it softly on the side of her neck.

"You're the Sharpay Evans that I've developed feelings for," I say to her softly. "And I want to be with her. I want to be with you."

Another tear trickles down her face, she lifts her gaze up into my eyes and shakes her head softly.

"What if I become her again?" She whispers to me, emotion building up in her throat

"That's never gonna happen," I tell her. "Because she's in the past now and you're no longer her." I lean towards her face slightly. "You couldn't hurt a fly." I give her a sweet smile.

She smile sweetly back at me and sniffles softly. "I hope that you can forgive me for all the things that happened in the past," she says to me.

I shake my head softly and I notice her eyes becoming wider and her smile fading. "I've completely forgotten all about that, all I care about now is right here, right now."

She smiles sweetly at me. "You've always been so nice to me, Troy."

"That's because I'm a nice guy," I admit to her. "Can we now forget about all of that and just be with each other?"

She smiles and nods. "Yeah," she says. "We can."

I smile back at her and lean towards her, I trace my thumb softly across her lower lip and I slide it softly down her soft skin. I gaze into her eyes once more before I lean down to her lips and I softly caress my lips against hers. This is the best feeling ever.