Sharpay
Troy is kissing me. I can't believe it. Troy Bolton is actually kissing me. His lips are so soft and he's a really good kisser. I always dreamed of being kissed by Troy Bolton but it has always been a dream until now. As time went by and he still hadn't kissed me, I convinced myself that he was a really bad kisser but now that I'm actually experiencing it right here, right now, oh boy was I wrong to do that. He is the best kiss that I've ever experienced. I know that I've only kissed two guys in my life, Troy not included, but he has been the best so far.
His hand is slowly reaching down to my butt. Oh he can touch my butt like that any day. I feel him squeeze it softly and I squeal just a little bit, but a squeal with excitement and he knows that because he still doesn't break away. I move my hand up into his hair, it's so much different than I dreamed of, well because when I dreamt of this moment he had his longer hair and I had more hair to run my fingers through. Right now, it's much shorter and my fingers are peaking out of the top. His hair is so soft and smooth but full of product. Once we break this kiss and we've enjoyed some time together I'm gonna have to have a word with him with the amount of product he uses in his hair because it is way too much.
He breaks away from the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. I still have my eyes closed. I don't want to forget this moment for one second. I want to remember it for forever. I'm taking my time to take it all in and process it into my long term memory. I feel his hand stroke my face softly and I slowly open my eyes. When I open my eyes and I see that beautiful smile of his shining at me. He's smiling so softly that it makes my knees a little weak. They feel like they're about to collapse but I keep my strength and keep standing up.
"Are you okay?" he asks me so softly.
I nod. "Yeah," I say. "I'm absolutely fine."
I can feel my knees becoming weaker. I don't want him to think that I'm a pussy and that a kiss can do this to me. But maybe if he knows about it then he'll know that his kiss is blowing me away and I just want him to kiss me more.
"Can we sit down," I finally say. "My knees are a little bit wobbly, you know from being on stage for so long." What the hell was that all about?
"Yeah, sure," he says to me
We both walk over to the pink sofa in the corner of my dressing room. Of course it's pink, I mean, what other colour would it be. I saw in the pink shop and it was in the sale, I had to have it, it went down from $50,000 to $25,000, how much of a bargin is that?
Troy's looking at me strangely, he knows that I'm not totally with it, I'm spacing out and thinking about my sofa, I shake my head to snap out of it, I look at him and smile, he smiles back at me. Oh I'd wish he'd stop doing that, he doesn't realise what that does to me.
"Are you okay?" he asks me again. Of course he's asking me that, I just totally spaced out on him
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say to him. "I was just thinking about something, sorry about that."
"No, it's cool," he says to me. "I thought that I did something wrong and I thought, crap, I don't want to be doing that again."
I smile at him. "No, you didn't do anything wrong," I admit to him. "You could never do anything wrong in my eyes."
He exhales a breath. "Good," he admits. "That's a relief. Do you know that's my biggest fear?"
"What is?" I ask him curiously.
"My biggest fear is letting people down," he admits. "I hate being the one who upset them and I hate disappointing people."
I place my hand on top of his and I look at him. "You could never disappoint me, Troy," I say to him reassuringly.
He smiles and lets out a breath. "Good," he says. "I'm glad about that because you're the one person I never want to let down."
"Why's that?" I ask him curiously.
"Honestly?" He asks me.
I nod.
"I don't want to let you down because you're the only one in my life right now who likes me for me," he admits. "And I don't want to ever let you down because you're the one I want in my life."
I can feel my heart fluttering. Did he just admit to me what I thought he admitted to me? Does he actually really like me? I need to know this.
"Wait," I say raising my index finger up in front of my chest. "Did you just admit to liking me?"
He smiles. "Sharpay," he says to me. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't like you and I wouldn't have said what I said to you before if I didn't like you, would I?"
"I don't know," I admit. "Some people say things because they know that it's what people want to hear."
He smiles at me again and takes my hand in his, stroking his thumb across my knuckles softly. He really doesn't know what he's doing to me. I can feel a shiver running up my spine and across my skin, goosebumps are rising on my skin, my hairs are standing up, my heart is pounding hard.
"I would never lie to somebody," he says to me, looking into my eyes, never blinking once. "If I like somebody then I tell them and I want to be with them and I certainly wouldn't kiss somebody if I didn't like them, that's not who I am, Sharpay."
"I know that," I admit to him. "You're the most genuine guy that I've ever met. In high school you were the only one who was truly nice to me. Not because you had to but because you wanted to."
"Gabby was nice to you," he says to me.
I groan and shake my head. "She was fake," I admit to him. "I know that you don't believe me when I say that but I was so cruel to both you and her and she pretended to like me, she pretended to be sweet to me, I knew that she didn't like me that summer I was really rude to her."
He sighs and looks at me. "You really don't like her, do you?" He asks me
"Is it that obvious?" I say with a sarcastic tone.
"Look, Sharpay," he says to me. "Yeah, you and Gabby didn't get on, you didn't like her and everybody knew that. I just don't want to talk about it right now, okay? I want this to be about just you and me, nobody else has be involved in this."
I smile and nod at him. "Okay," I say to him.
He flashes me that smile of his again. He really doesn't know what that does to me. Maybe I should tell him? Or maybe that would be a bad idea? I'm pondering on what I should do and I'm getting lost in my thoughts again. My thoughts are broken by his voice.
"Sharpay," he asked me. "What's on your mind?"
I look at him. "Hmm?" I say to him
"You seem to be distracted in your thoughts," he says to me. "I just thought that I would ask you what was taking your mind away."
"Oh my god, have I been doing that?" I lie. "I didn't realise that I was doing that." I lie again.
"Yeah," he says to me with a smile. "You've been doing that a lot since I've been here."
"I'm sorry," I say to him. "I was just thinking about things. First I had a blonde moment and started thinking about my sofa and that it was a bargin and then I was being ditzy."
He smiles at me again. "You sure do love your pink, don't you?" He asks me with a tone of humour in his voice.
I giggle and nod. "Yeah," I say still giggling. "I do love the colour pink."
He gives me that smile again. Oh I'd wish he'd stop doing that. Actually, no, I don't because then I wouldn't be able to see it and I love seeing his smile. Troy Bolton's smile is the best smile in the world. He has one of those smiles that if you're down and he smiled at you then you'd smile and you'd forget what had made you so down in the first place.
"So," he says to me. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, because you've just done it again."
"I have?" I lie again and place my hand on my chest innocently.
"Yeah, you did," he answers me. "Should I be worried about it?"
I smile and shake my head. "No, you shouldn't be worried about it," I admit to him. "I was actually thinking about your smile."
"My smile?" He asks me
I nod.
"What were your thoughts about my smile?" He asks me.
"My thoughts on your smile is that it's amazing," I admit to him. "I think you have the best smile in the world."
He smiles and I can see that he's blushing. He looks down at his knees and looks back up at me.
"You're embarrassed," I say to him.
He nods and looks back up at me. "It's not every day that you get told that you have a smile," he says to me. And being told that I have an amazing smile is really sweet of you, thank you."
"You're welcome," I say to him. "I also thought of something else but I'm too embarrassed to say."
"You're too embarrassed to say?" he asks me. "Okay, now I have to know. What else do you think about my smile?"
I shake my head, now I'm the one who's blushing. I'm so embarrassed, I wish I hadn't said anything.
"Come on, Sharpay," he says to me. "Whatever you have to say then I'll be mature about it and I won't make fun of it because we're both adults here and adults don't make fun of one another for things that they're embarrassed about."
I look up at him. I'm still blushing. "Okay," I finally say to him. "I was thinking that you don't know what your smile does to me."
He leans towards me slightly and smiles. "And what does my smile do to you?" He says to me.
"It makes my knee's go weak," I admit to him. I can't believe that I'm actually saying this to him, this is so embarrassing.
"My smile makes your knee's go weak?" He asks me.
"Yeah, they make them go so weak," I admit. "And I get shivers up and down my spine and skin and all of my hairs stand up."
"In a good way, I hope," he says to me.
I smile and nod. "Of course in a good way, "I answer him.
"Well, I'm glad about that," he says to me.
He scoots across the sofa towards me and he places his hand on my thigh. I look down at his hand on my thigh and I look back up at him. He raises his hand quickly.
"If you don't want to do that, then I won't do it," he says to me, nervous that he's done something wrong.
I take his hand and I place it back on my thigh, never taking my eyes off him. He never takes his gaze off me and smiles softly at me. He holds the bottom of my thigh and pulls it onto his thighs. He pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. I can't stop looking into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Does he want to kiss me again or is he waiting for me to kiss him? Oh god, who's gonna make the first move?
He leans towards me and places his lips onto mine. He kisses me softly as I kiss him back. I place my hands on the side of his neck and scoot closer to him. I slide my tongue into his mouth and our tongues are dancing with one another. I want to make myself more comfortable because sitting like this, is not very comfortable. I stand up, still kissing him and I turn my body towards him, I sit back down on his lap, now I'm facing him. Now this is more like it. I hear him moan into my mouth and I smile against the kiss.
I never dreamt in my wildest dreams that this would ever come true. But I guess dreams can come true.