Sharpay

We fell asleep in each other's arms. My head is resting on his chest and my arms are wrapped around his muscular, toned body. He has his arms wrapped around me, as if he's cradling me in his big, strong arms. I like this, in fact I love this. Right here, right now is one of the most amazing things that I've ever experienced. But last night, last night I'll never ever forget it. I actually had sex with Troy Bolton. I broke my virginity with him. I've always dreamed that it would happen, that he would be the one who would pop my cherry, that was what it was, a dream, a fantasy, something that I never expected to ever come true and it did. He was the one who de-virgised me, even if that's not a word, that's exactly what he did. He was gentle with me, extremely gentle. I bet he was thinking that I was a wuss, panicking about things, asking him questions all the time. Usually people would get sick and tired of me if I kept asking him questions and would be pissed off with me and start to lose their temper, but not Troy, oh no, he was always calm and collected and not once did he lose his rag with me, he relaxed me all the time and reassured me about what was going on. He was a true gentleman, something that I've always known about him but now that I've experienced it on first hand, I know that that's who he really is.

You know when you're younger and you think that you're a Princess and you think that one day you're gonna find your Prince Charming, that he's gonna gallop up to your house on his noble stead and you'll both ride off into the sunset? I've always had that dream and in my dreams, Troy was my Prince Charming, my dreams have finally come true because my Prince Charming has arrived in my life and I never want to let him go. I've just got him, I don't ever want to lose him again, but that's the problem, I am gonna lose him, I'm gonna lose him to Berkley. He's gonna be across the country from me and I'm not gonna see him until the end of semester, or Spring Break. I don't want that to happen because I love Troy, I absolutely love him and I don't ever want to lose him but my biggest fear is coming true, I am gonna lose him to California. A state that isn't as good as New York but that's where he's going to University. He chose it to be closer to Montez but now they've broken up, he'd wished that he'd chosen something closer to home or he may be could've chosen New York and you never know, we could've become closer earlier and been together much sooner. But you can't change the past, the one thing that you can change is the future, and I hope that I can do that and I'm sure that he can too.

My head is rising and falling as his chest rises and falls. He's breathing softly and with a slowly rhythm to it. I've been up for over thirty minutes now and for the past thirty minutes I've been listening to his gentle breathing. I don't want to leave this spot in case when I leave the room and return back and he's not there or he's getting dressed, getting ready to leave. I don't want him to leave. I know that he will have to leave sometime but not now. Now I want to listen to his soft breaths. But when I'm listening to his breaths I get a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to leave him. I sigh hard because I know I would rather go for a pee than leak on him and have him run away from me because he's creeped out by me.

I take his hand softly and I raise it gently off me and I place it softly down on the bed sheets. I slowly raise from the bed and swivel myself around. I slip my feet into my comfy, pink and fluffy slippers with rhinestones on them. I raise myself gently from the bed and I shuffle towards the bathroom. I grab my pink bathrobe off the back of the door and I wrap it around me.

I couldn't have stayed there any longer, I would've wet myself and that would be gross. I finish using the toilet and I walk towards the sink to wash my hands when I look up into the mirror and see that hideous thing looking back at me. It's me. I look absolutely gross. My hair is all over the place, the make-up is running down my face. The sweat from making love most probably did this to me. It's a good god damn thing that I needed the bathroom because if Troy saw me like this then I think he would've been freaked out and would've ran again. I tilt to my head to the side, thinking about what I just said. Wow, he would've run away for a lot of things.

I shake my head and I grab my make-up in the bathroom. I grab a make-up wipe and I wipe away all of the gross make-up that's running down my face as quickly as I could. Now I looking at a bare faced Sharpay which no person other than me should see. It's not a pretty sight. I grab my foundation and I apply it to my face, covering all the blemishes of my actual skin. Once I'm finished with that I apply powder to my face, giving myself a bit of colour to my face. The next thing to go on it a blusher, it's a light brown colour and I apply it to my cheeks. I chose this colour because it's not over-powering and it just highlights my cheeks to give them a lift. The next thing that I grab is my eye-shadow brush, I grab my eye-shadow pallet and I choose a bronze colour. I want to look a natural colour, so it looks like this is what I actually look like when I wake up in the morning. He most probably knows that I don't but I want him to think that I think that I do, if that makes any sense, I apply the bronze colour to my lid of my eye, and then I pick a darker bronze, more along the lines of a medium brown, I highlight the upper areas of my eyelid, giving it a smoky look. The next thing to go on is a black eye-liner; I apply a thin layer to the lower lid and then a thin layer to the upper lid. I apply a black mascara to my eyelashes, both top and bottom.

I've finished with my make-up, now it's the hair. I've never seen my hair this way before. It's absolutely hideous. I look like I've been in a bitch fight with somebody and I've been on the end of a real bitch beating. I grab my pink, rhinestone brush and I brush it through my hair. I wince in pain as it gets caught in a knot and tangle, I close my eyes each time that I wince. Seriously, my hair has never been like this before. I guess this is the one side effects of having sex, you look like you've been in a fight the next day. I finally brush each knot and tangle out of my hair, now it's time for styling. I backcomb my hair underneath, giving it volume. I plump my hair up, making it look bigger. The one thing that I hate is flat hair, when I see a girl with flat hair all I want to do it go up to her and plump it up, actually no I don't, I just think, wow my hair is much better than yours.

I shake my head. I've gone off course again. I tend to do that a lot when I thinking about either myself or somebody that I'm crushing on, which most of the time is Troy Bolton, the guy that I've got in my bed, who I had sex with last night. I squeal and I quickly slap my hand over my mouth, I hope he didn't hear that. I glance to the door and I notice his feet moving at the bottom of the bed. Oh god, he heard me. I quickly style my hair, giving it a look like looks natural but at the same time, looking fabulous. I grab my extra strength hairspray and spray my hair, looking in the style. I take a look at the final outcome and I smile. Not bad for twenty minutes. Usually it takes me over two hours to look as good as I do.

I hear the door creak open more and as I glance to the side I notice him standing there with one of my sheets wrapped around his waist. His toned, muscular body is on show. Bless him, his hair is all over the place, but dang, he sure looks hot with that look. I'm not sure if a lot of people could pull of that look, but I guess when you're as hot as him, any look can be pulled off. He holding onto the sheet gathered around his waist and he rests his shoulder against the doorframe.

"Are you coming back to bed?" He asks me.

I smile at him and nod. "Yeah," I say. "I'll be there soon."

"What are you doing?" He asks me.

"Oh, I'm just touching up my make-up," I say to him.

"Why?" He asks me.

"Because I wanted to look beautiful for you," I say to him.

He smiles and walks towards me, he rests one hand on the counter where the sink is. He looks into my eyes, his eyes soften and he steps an inch closer to me. Our bodies are touching, the fabric of my pink bathrobe is pressed up against his hard, muscular, toned chest. He removes his hand from the sheet bunched up around his waist and he strokes the back of his hand against my cheek. I hear the sheet dropping to the ground, I dare not look away from his eyes to glance down at his large penis. It is very big, I was shocked when I saw how big it was. But I'll tell you something, that penis of his sure does give a lot of pleasuring.

He smiles again at me. "You'll always look beautiful to me," he finally says to me. His eyes looking deeply into mine, his eyes are no longer soft, but intense and I can't seem to take my eyes off him. "I really mean it, you will always look beautiful to me."

My eyes soften and I give him an awh look. That was the most romantic thing that I've ever heard anybody say to me. Troy Bolton isn't just a gentleman, he's a romantic too.

"Do you wanna come back to bed?" He asks me.

"Just give me one more minute to finish my look off," I say to him.

"And why would you wanna do that?" He asks me.

"Because I want to look perfect for you," I admit to him. "The lighting in there is much harsher than it is in here. You'd be surprised about what I look like in that light."

"Sharpay," he says to me with a soft tone in his voice. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He strokes my cheek softly with the back of his hand again, his eyes never leaving mine.

I shake my head softly at him.

"You will always look beautiful to me," he admits. "No light will change that because no matter where you are or what you do, you'll always look beautiful to me."

I smile. I can feel tears building up in my eyes. But they're happy tears. What he said just then may have been corny but I don't care, he thinks that I'm beautiful and that is the best thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

"Thank you," I say to him with emotion in my voice.

He smiles softly at me. "Come on," he urges me. "Come back to bed. We can cuddle for the rest of the day until I have to go."

I swallow. Right, he still has to leave at the end of all of it.

"I mean," he says. "If that's what you want."

I look up at him and I swallow hard. I have to tell him otherwise he'll think that something is wrong with me. I can't stay quiet.

"You know what I want, Troy?" I say to him.

He shakes his head, his eyes softening up, worry is now consuming his eyes.

"What I want is for you to stay with me." He finally admit to him.

He swallows and shakes his head softly. "You know that I can't." He finally says.

"I know that you can't," I say to him. "But maybe for the next couple of hours, maybe we can pretend that you're not leaving me."

He takes my hand and laces his fingers through my fingers, looking deeply into my eyes and he nods softly.

"If that's what you want," he says to me. "Then that's what we'll do."

I smile softly at him. I know that he's gonna have to leave at the end of it all, but right now, being with him is better than being without him for the rest of my life.