Hello lovely readers, long time no story from me! Been working on this one for a while. Was a huge HSM fan when they came out and was feeling nostalgic the other day and wanted to revisit the movies that shaped my childhood and explore a new version of Sharpay, one that is forgetful and "a dumb blonde" like the movies but in an entirely new way. Let me know what you think. Updates may be infrequent as I am currently studying for a Masters at UCL and it's wildly intense but let me know what you think!

I jolt awake, frightened by a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that haunts my brain. Something's not right but I can't place my finger on what. I sigh, noticing my head pounding like someone is whacking it with a hammer. I rub the sleep out my eyes and gingerly sit up, frowning as I notice clothes strewn across the room. Ugh, what happened last night? I wonder, surveying the room with cautious eyes. It takes me a second to register that the room isn't my own. That the clothes I am wearing aren't mine. That the bed I am sleeping in holds... Troy Bolton? What the actual fuck happened last night? I think, wracking my brains for any semblance of a memory. But nothing comes. Guess I must have drunk too much... again. I gingerly shimmy my way out of Troy's bed, wincing as he rolls over, his bare chest slipping out from the covers. I freeze, hoping he won't wake and to my relief, he buries his head in the pillow and goes back to sleep. I fish around in the low levels of light for my clothes, pausing only briefly when I can't find my bra. Could have sworn I was wearing one yesterday. And where the fuck did my dress go? And my bag... After 5 minutes of rummaging through various piles of clothes, I finally dress myself again and decide to find a bathroom to freshen up in, before phoning Ryan and asking for his help... again.

I gently open the door, leaving Troy sleeping soundly and head towards the stairs. I creep down them, somehow remembering to avoid the bottom one as it creaks. Weird. I surprise myself by easily navigating to the downstairs bathroom and flick on the light, checking my phone for the time again. 6.03am. I turn around, facing the mirror and observe the damage done. I frown, noticing my makeup looks nothing like the soft, pale pink, nude vibes I had on yesterday morning. Instead it's gothic, dark and heavy. When did that happen? I ponder but with my memory being vague like normal, I give up, instead opting to control what I can. I dampen down the toilet roll and attempt to wipe away the smudged gothic makeup and cringe as I watch it smear itself across my face. I give up. I suddenly feel the urge to shower, to get rid of Troys smell that clings to my body and the unmistakable smell of sex that seems to ooze from my clothes and every pore in my body. I feel dirty and physically recoil from the mirror, suddenly unable to look myself in the eye. Why do I keep doing this? I lament, as I dial Ryans number, hoping he will pick up. He does. "Hey sis, where are you?" he asks, his voice laced with sleep. I wince "At Troy Boltons" I whisper and Ryan shrieks "YOU WHAT?". I cringe, shame washing over me. Shame tainted with fear and sadness "Can you come get me please" I whimper, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that are building in my eyes from falling. I hear Ryan sigh "Ok, but you have to stop doing this Shar". I hear him rummaging for keys, "I'll be there in 10 mins" he states before hanging up, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. I don't know how I got here, I don't know what happened. I don't know why I can't remember anything. I know I should damn well be used to it, I've had issues remembering things my entire life but the fear of waking up somewhere new and having no idea how I got there or what happened, never seems to fade. And the realisation I had sex with Troy and have no idea whether we were safe or if I consented or anything, fills me with a level of fear and shame I can't remember experiencing before. My phone pings, jolting me from my panicky thoughts. Ryan is here. I heave my body up off the floor and drag myself to the front door of the house, leaving my sins behind as I close the door.

Ryan sweeps me into a hug "Are you ok?" he says, noticing the makeup and my presumably red eyes. I shrug, feeling too overwhelmed to talk. I have the weird sensation someone else is nearby but a quick glance around, tells me it's just Ryan and I. Stop being paranoid, I berate myself. "Come on, lets get you home" my blonde twin says softly and I flash him a watery smile "thanks for coming and getting me" I whisper, glancing at my shoes as we head towards the car. He nudges me "that's what twins are for" he replies as he heads towards the drivers door. I try to ignore the niggling thought in my head that I needed to head for the nearest pharmacy and grab every morning after pill physically possible, because we were safe. We had to have been and I won't dwell on anything else. We sit wordlessly in the car, silence filling every inch of space between Ryan and I, like a thick fog. After watching the slowly lightening world flash by and drowning myself in horrifying thoughts, I finally break the silence "So, what did you do last night?" I ask my twin and he frowns "You don't remember?" he asks and I laugh awkwardly "you know me, always miss forgetful" I state, trying to not overthink. "We went to Zekes party last night, were there till around midnight and then I left. You wanted to stay longer. Guess I know why now" He teases and I go bright red and stare at the floor. "Oh" I stammer, internally freaking out that I can remember precisely nothing of yesterday bar waking up and getting ready to go to school in the morning.

After what seems like a small eternity, we finally pull up outside our house. Ryan switches the car off and turns to me, gently placing a hand on my arm as I turn to open the car door. "Shar?" He asks softly and I turn to face him. He takes a breath, pausing slightly before saying "I think you need to get some help". I glance at him, frowning as my vision blurs. I blink heavily, trying to find the words to respond. But none come. It's like someone has pressed stop on my brain. As I sit there staring at a blurred world, I suddenly I hear myself talking but I can't figure out what I'm actually talking about. It's like someone else is talking for me... And like a movie you can't pause, my sight vanishes and everything goes dark...

...

I wake, shifting slightly in discomfort before wincing as bright light fills my eyes. I hear voices, footsteps fading away and someone taps me on the shoulder. I flinch away, trying to get my eyes to focus on something. Eventually branches come into focus. Branches? I slam bolt upright, the entire world suddenly coming into focus. I'm in a clearing? In the woods? "Where the fuck am I?" I mutter, standing upright. Someone taps me on the shoulder again and I whirl around and come face to face with... a tiny little girl. "Hi" she says brightly. I stare at her "uh, hi?" I hesitantly respond. She fiddles with her dress as I look at her. She can't be more than 5 years old... I glance around and upon seeing nobody else besides the two of us, suddenly wonder where this kids parents are... "Where are your parents?". I gently ask, kneeling down beside her. The girl stares back at me, before laughing "I have none, it's me, me and me" she giggles before running into the woods. I shake my head, wondering what dream world I have fallen into. I pinch myself but feel nothing, it's like I am a ghost. With nothing to do and no idea how to actually go back to Ryan, I stumble blindly after the small child.